Clang—!
The crisp sound of swords echoed within the palace.
"This is going to be quite lively."
Hua Mulan raised her head and looked at Qian Yu, her tone carrying the capable air of a seasoned veteran.
"My lord."
Speaking of which...
A glint of light flashed in Mulan's eyes.
"It's a nightmare for the enemy."
The aftershocks at Jialing Pass had not yet subsided, and the eerie smell in the air, a mixture of floral fragrance and scorched earth, had not yet dissipated.
While everyone was still reeling from the earth-shattering power of the Two Qiaos of Jiangdong, a chilling whistling sound erupted once again from a corner of the battlefield.
That was the mournful cry of sword energy tearing through the air.
Li Bai, the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, clearly had no intention of giving his opponent any chance to breathe.
His longsword hummed softly, and his figure, like an elusive wisp of cloud, instantly pierced through layers of obstacles, appearing once again before Tang San.
There were no fancy moves, just a seemingly casual flat thrust.
Pfft!
The golden divine power shield shattered like a fragile eggshell, and Tang San was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the thick city wall of Jialing Pass.
With a deafening roar, debris flew everywhere, and the impact dented a human-shaped crater in the sturdy city wall.
Tang San struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. His once dazzling Sea God Armor was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, its light dimmed like a candle about to go out.
The lofty and awe-inspiring majesty of the gods vanished at this moment.
Inside the Shrek camp.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot, his stiff face twisted and ferocious with extreme anxiety.
"Mistress! Stand up! You can't fall!"
"You are a genius with twin martial souls, you are destined to become a god, how could you possibly lose to a swordsman who appeared out of nowhere!"
"Hold on! As long as you hold him off, once your divine power recovers, you'll definitely be able to turn the tide!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a male duck with its neck being choked, sounding particularly jarring in the noisy battlefield.
Hearing this shout, the bloodlust in Tang San's eyes intensified.
He didn't want to lose.
We absolutely cannot lose.
He is a transmigrator who brought the Tang Sect's unique skills to this world. He had a smooth journey, defeating enemies of higher levels. He was the chosen one of this world, destined by fate.
How could I be crushed like a dead dog here, in front of the Jixia Academy, a place I've never even heard of?
"I, Tang San... will never admit defeat!"
Tang San gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled, and his once clear eyes were now filled with malice and resentment.
If conventional methods won't work, then we'll fight with all our might.
His hand stealthily reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist, where the Tang Clan's most insidious hidden weapon was concealed. Even if it meant sacrificing his life, even if it meant mutual destruction, he would drag the white-clad swordsman before him down with him.
However.
Li Bai merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant struggling for its last breath.
He slowly raised the longsword in his hand, its tip pointing straight at the sky.
"The sword of the great river descends from the sky."
A clear voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a free and unrestrained heroic spirit.
The next moment.
Countless cyan sword energies condensed in the air, transforming into a sky full of cyan lotuses, each lotus containing a terrifying sword intent capable of shattering the void.
The Song of the Azure Lotus Sword!
The countless sword shadows instantly blocked all of Tang San's escape routes, creating a deadly situation with no way to avoid it or escape.
The scent of death enveloped Tang San's heart with such clarity for the first time.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could even unleash the hidden weapon in his hand, his body was already immobilized in place by the sharp pressure of the sword.
Am I going to die?
At this critical moment.
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the sky.
"Who dares to hurt my son?!"
The voice was powerful and domineering, containing extreme anger and killing intent, making everyone present's eardrums buzz.
Immediately afterwards.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A massive, jet-black hammer, crackling with dark red lightning, like a fallen star, crashed down with earth-shattering force towards Li Bai's location.
The air crackled and popped under the terrifying weight, and the ground began to crumble inch by inch.
Li Bai raised an eyebrow slightly, and the moment the giant hammer fell, his figure transformed into a blur, drifting backward a thousand meters.
boom!!!
The giant hammer landed.
The entire Jialing Pass trembled violently, and a visible shockwave swept out, blowing away soldiers and rocks within a radius of 100 meters.
The smoke and dust cleared.
A burly, middle-aged man with a full beard stood like an insurmountable mountain in front of Tang San.
His clothes were tattered, and he reeked of alcohol and a menacing aura. His cloudy eyes were burning with fury.
The enormous Haotian Hammer was held in his hand with one hand, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
The entire audience was shocked.
On the city wall of the Spirit Hall, the faces of several elders instantly turned extremely ugly, and some even showed a hint of undisguised fear in their eyes.
That nightmarish man.
That madman who once single-handedly dealt a severe blow to the former pope.
Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!
"dad!"
Upon seeing that broad, mountain-like back, Tang San, who had been in despair, instantly burst into tears. His voice was filled with endless grievance and joy as he called out the name that made him feel most secure.
At this moment, he was no longer the successor of the Sea God, but merely a bullied child looking for his parents.
Back at Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh of relief, slumped into his chair, and his face showed the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.
"Haotianmian has descended... It's safe now!"
"Now everything's safe!"
"The world's strongest offensive titled Douluo is here; who can stand against him?"
Tang Hao ignored the gazes around him. He simply turned around and glanced at the disheveled Tang San, his heartache instantly turning into overwhelming killing intent.
He turned around and slammed the Haotian Hammer in his hand heavily onto the ground.
Thump!
The earth trembled once more.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
Nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, especially the last one, a blood-red 100,000-year spirit ring, which exuded a nauseatingly bloody aura.
Tang Hao's gaze was like lightning as he surveyed his surroundings, finally fixing his eyes on Li Bai and the Jialing Pass not far away.
"The scum of the Spirit Hall, and that damned Jixia Academy."
"Dare to touch my son? Today, I, Tang Hao, will tear down this Jialing Pass and make you all pay with your lives!"
Extremely arrogant.
Extremely domineering.
This is Haotian Douluo's style of doing things: he doesn't reason, he only uses his fists.
With his roar, the nine spirit rings on his body began to fluctuate violently, and an extremely violent energy was brewing within him.
Great Sumeru Hammer!
Ring explosion!
He was determined to fight desperately from the start, to use the most extreme power to crush all the enemies in front of him.
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