Dust blasted across the battlefield, stinging the skin like needles. Flender froze for a moment.
Watching the destructive force of Xiao Yan's soul skill… if not for the burning pain on his face reminding him this was reality, he wouldn't have believed it.
This… was the power of a human's soul skill?
Ordinary soul skills absolutely couldn't reach such might.
Xiao Yan's sixth soul skill came from a 100,000-year Tianqing Niumang. Combined with his own pure, abundant internal strength—no weaker than an average Titled Douluo—the two forces merged, and the power skyrocketed.
A dragon's roar echoed from the swirling vortex of light. A massive azure dragon, as thick as a water tank, burst forth with crackling thunder and lunged straight at Tang Hao.
Xiao Yan's gaze was cold. Blowing up six soul rings was far from enough.
Facing a rare opponent like Tang Hao—a true Titled Douluo—he naturally had to squeeze out every drop of value.
Under the pincer attack of two different skills, Tang Hao's movements didn't falter. His hammer swept horizontally, smashing apart Xiao Yan's sword qi. At the same time, his eighth soul ring detonated with a boom.
A Soul Douluo's eighth soul ring could already be absorbed at the 70,000–80,000-year level. After this one exploded, the boost Tang Hao gained exceeded the sum of the previous six.
As the eighth ring ruptured, Tang Hao's muscles swelled violently. His Haotian Chui reversed direction, and his body shot backward, swinging a second hammer strike with ferocious momentum.
After the eighth ring detonated, the Haotian Hammer turned completely black-red.
Blood poured continuously from Tang Hao's mouth.
Death was no longer a possibility—just a matter of time.
Before that moment came, he had to kill Xiao Yan and avenge his son Tang Peng!
With a mad bellow, Tang Hao erupted like a demon. The aura around him shredded flying stones and debris into dust.
BOOM—!
Haotian Chui collided head-on with the thunder-charged azure dragon. There was no struggle at all—Tang Hao shattered the dragon in a single blow.
Amid crackling thunder, the dragon broke apart into countless bolts of lightning, dispersing into the sky.
After detonating eight soul rings, there were very few people left on the continent who could match Tang Hao.
"Haotian Your Excellency!!"
Seeing Tang Hao destroy Xiao Yan's overwhelming attack so easily, Flender and the others buckled, dropping to their knees.
This was a god before them.
But Tang Hao himself did not feel the slightest ease Flender saw.
When the dragon collapsed, its thunder power surged along the hammer and ravaged his arm. His right arm was now completely numb, barely able to lift.
Black light flickered. Haotian Chui shrank back to its ordinary two-meter length.
Tang Hao spat another mouthful of blood.
Wiping his mouth, he thought grimly: Time… there's not much left.
"Next is the ninth soul ring."
Xiao Yan's foot struck the ground, and he charged forward with his sword.
Tang Hao with several rings detonated was strong—but not strong enough to threaten Xiao Yan's life.
Only by forcing Tang Hao to the absolute limit could Xiao Yan gain the breakthrough he sought.
Facing Xiao Yan's downward strike, Tang Hao didn't even have time to breathe. He raised the hammer with his left hand to block.
The moment sword edge met hammer shaft, Tang Hao felt an avalanche-like weight crashing down on him.
His muscles bulged to their limit—rip!—his entire left sleeve exploded.
Even so, his strength was still far inferior to Xiao Yan's.
Pouring soul power into his right arm, Tang Hao barely managed to lift it. Both hands overlapped as he gripped the hammer.
"You only have this much strength?" Xiao Yan said coldly, increasing his force again.
Already on the verge of collapse, Tang Hao finally broke.
With a bang, his right knee smashed into the ground.
The heavy impact ripped open his internal injuries again—pfff!—another spray of blood.
Despite losing so much blood, Tang Hao's face wasn't pale—it was flushed crimson.
A clear sign of backlit vitality—the final flare before death.
"My strength… is far from ending! The title of Haotian Douluo will not be shamed by me!"
His ninth soul ring began spinning wildly.
The blood-red glow of a 100,000-year ring was blinding in the blue-gold world of vines.
Then the tenth—no, the final—soul ring exploded.
After detonating eight rings, Tang Hao knew his life was already slipping. Now at the brink, with no way to turn the tables, he gambled everything.
The moment the ninth ring burst, Tang Hao changed completely.
With a stomp, his now fully blood-colored Haotian Chui swept out, blasting Xiao Yan back.
Landing lightly atop the Blue Silver Emperor vines, Xiao Yan was very satisfied with this ninth-ring-detonated Tang Hao.
This Tang Hao… was far stronger than Chen Xin. A perfect opponent.
Before Tang Hao even attacked, Xiao Yan made the first move.
Facing the strongest opponent he had ever met, Xiao Yan unleashed the Piao Miao Jianfa to its limit.
Piao Miao had no form, no trace—changing without shape, hiding without shadow—ever-shifting.
With seven-aperture profound mind, the eight variations of Po Kong Fei Mie Xu Jue Zhen Xuan chained together in seamless succession.
One sword after another, endless sword qi filled the sky.
In an instant, Tang Hao had already fended off more than fifty strikes.
The more he fought, the more shaken Tang Hao became.
Three months ago, the gap between them was vast. But now… Xiao Yan's strength was not inferior to him in full nine-ring detonation.
Soul power levels? They were just rough labels for strength and speed.
Xiao Yan didn't even have a clear level—but in sheer power, he already surpassed most Titled Douluo.
As the explosive force of the ninth ring dwindled, Tang Hao—who had failed to inflict any serious damage—made his final decision.
A last gamble.
Activating the Zhen formula of Haotian Jiue, he forced Xiao Yan back with a hammer blow and gathered all remaining soul power into a single point—pouring it all into Haotian Chui.
Vmm—Under the vast energy, the air around the hammer trembled violently.
"Flowing Star Radiation… Mountain-Breaking! The strongest technique of Haotian Jiue!"
Tang Hao stepped forward, and a layer of blood-colored lightning enveloped the Haotian Chui.
"Reincarnation—Tomb of Heaven!"
Facing the strongest Tang Hao in history, Xiao Yan's comprehension of Piao Miao Jianfa soared once more. Sword Nine, Sword Ten—both unleashed in succession.
Countless sword qi burst from the ground, converging on Tang Hao. At the same time, a massive, devastating sword beam shot straight toward him.
With a do-or-die roar, Tang Hao advanced through the sea of sword qi. Every step shook the earth. His blood-lightning hammer clashed against the giant sword qi head-on—its momentum rising instead of falling—and then—
His speed suddenly spiked.
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