Chapter 52: Tang Hao's Crushing Defeat, the Protective Clear Sky Sect
"Azure Bull Python Right Arm Bone Skill, Sky Azure Slowing Divine Claw!"
In the next instant, cyan light poured out from Su Mo's palm, enveloping Tang Hao below like an inescapable net.
In an instant, Tang Hao felt his body suddenly stiffen, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.
He desperately channeled his Soul Power to break free, but found it completely futile.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never felt such a sense of powerlessness.
For the first time, a look of terror appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.
Just then, the cyan-green light on Su Mo's right arm surged once more.
Within the light, thunder faintly surged and roared.
"Azure Bull Python Right Arm Bone Skill, Sky Azure Annihilation Lightning!"
Dazzling blue thunder instantly condensed in the palm of Su Mo's right hand, crackling as it emitted a terrifying aura.
The next moment, the thunder shot out violently, striking straight at Tang Hao on the ground.
The blue lightning instantly enveloped Tang Hao and the entire arena, its brilliance so blinding that no one could keep their eyes open.
The lightning lasted for several breaths before slowly dissipating.
A massive, charred crater appeared on the arena, emitting wisps of smoke.
Tang Hao lay in the pit, charred all over, his clothes in tatters, with crackling electric arcs still lingering on his body. Where his flesh had burst open, it even emitted the smell of burnt meat, and he looked utterly wretched.
He struggled to climb up, but found he couldn't muster any strength, and the intense pain wracking his body made him let out a muffled groan.
In the end, he could only lie there powerlessly, staring blankly at the dome, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had actually lost?
And lost so thoroughly...
This scene plunged the entire venue into deathly silence.
Everyone widened their eyes and gaped, staring blankly at the arena.
From the start of the match until now, less than ten seconds had passed.
The Clear Sky Sect Young Lord, a level 58 Battle Soul King, the renowned undefeated peer of his generation, Tang Hao, had been insta-killed just like that.
"Match over... Xiuluo wins!"
In mid-air, the host was the first to break the silence, announcing loudly, his voice also carrying an unconcealable tremor.
This shout was like a thunderclap, waking everyone from their stupor.
The spectator stands instantly erupted.
"Xiuluo... Xiuluo won? It ended in less than ten seconds, this is just too exaggerated!"
"Hiss, such a terrifying Soul Bone skill, could that be the legendary 100,000-year Soul Bone?"
"That's right, only a 100,000-year Soul Bone possesses two skills."
"It really is a 100,000-year Soul Bone? My god, that's a legendary supreme treasure! What kind of background does this Xiuluo have?"
"Hahaha, I've made a fortune! I bet on Xiuluo to win, I'm going to be rich!"
Those present felt shock, wild joy, and also greed for the Soul Bone.
Meanwhile, inside the VIP box where the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was located.
The teacup in Ning Mingyuan's hand slipped at some point, shattering on the floor, splashing tea all over him, but he was completely oblivious.
"A 100,000-year Soul Bone... Xiuluo actually possesses a 100,000-year Soul Bone? Is Spirit Hall really that wealthy and imposing? They would actually be willing to give such a supreme treasure to a junior?"
As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he knew all too well what a 100,000-year Soul Bone meant.
Across the entire continent, those who could possess such a supreme treasure could be counted on one hand.
Even though their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was wealthy enough to rival a nation, they had never possessed one.
In his view, since Su Mo was from Spirit Hall, this 100,000-year Soul Bone was naturally bestowed by Spirit Hall.
After all, how could a Spirit King hunt a 100,000-year Martial Soul Beast with their own strength?
Ning Fengzhi was also full of shock: "The power of a 100,000-year Soul Bone is just too terrifying; Tang Hao didn't even have a chance to resist."
Gu Rong said in a deep voice: "Powerful restriction abilities, combined with terrifying thunder attacks."
"Although Xiuluo is only at the Spirit King Realm, relying on this Soul Bone, ordinary high-level Spirit Emperors are likely not his match."
"No wonder he dared to declare he would end the match in one minute; this wasn't arrogance, but absolute confidence."
Meanwhile, in the VIP box where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was located.
"What! Tang Hao actually lost?"
Yu Xiaogang stood by the window in disbelief, his eyes wide as saucers.
He had just been waiting to watch a brilliant duel, waiting to see Xiuluo's Martial Soul and Soul Ring configuration, waiting to record every detail of this battle as important material for his theoretical research.
And what was the result?
He hadn't even had time to open his notebook before the battle ended.
"Impossible... this is impossible..." Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, "Tang Hao is a level 58 Spirit King, and the Clear Sky Hammer is the number one Weapon Spirit in the world; how could he lose? And lose so quickly?"
The Upper Three Sects were of one mind, and exchanges between the three sects were frequent, so Yu Xiaogang was not unfamiliar with Tang Hao at all.
It could even be said that Tang Hao was his idol.
But now, his idol, that Genius hailed as a once-in-a-century talent of the Clear Sky Sect, had actually lost, and so cleanly and decisively.
Naturally, he found it hard to accept.
Unlike Yu Xiaogang's reaction, Yu Yuanzhen's face was grave, and he said nothing.
He stood by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing deeply at Su Mo on the arena, his thoughts complex.
Among the younger generation of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, not one could shoulder the burden.
Yet Spirit Hall possessed a Prodigy like Xiuluo...
Just as everyone was in shock, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the passageway; it was the group from the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Wei leaped directly into the air and landed heavily on the arena, his impact cracking the stage in two places.
Tang Xiao and several Clear Sky Sect disciples also jumped onto the arena, all of them looking livid, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Tang Yuehua was slightly slower, her face filled with anxiety and panic.
"Hao'er!" Tang Wei crouched down to examine Tang Hao's injuries.
Upon seeing the wounds on Tang Hao's body, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his hands were trembling slightly.
His son, Tang Hao, was the most dazzling Genius of the Clear Sky Sect and had never suffered such severe injuries from childhood to adulthood.
"Brother Hao..."
Tang Xiao, who was beside him, wanted to help Tang Hao up, but was afraid of aggravating his wounds; his hand hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly, his eyes filled with heartache.
"Brother Hao, how are you?"
At this moment, Tang Yuehua also squeezed through the crowd and ran up; she knelt on the ground, her eyes red, tears swirling in them.
However, Tang Hao seemed to have suffered a blow at this moment; he didn't pay attention to anyone, still staring blankly at the dome of the Martial Soul fighting arena.
After carefully checking for a moment, Tang Wei confirmed that Tang Hao's life was not in danger, and only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Immediately, he stood up with an angry face, looked at Su Mo not far away, and said with chilling killing intent: "You little beast, how dare you hurt my Hao'er!"
"If I don't tear you to pieces today, I, Tang Wei, swear I will not be a man!"0
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