The elders of the Spirit Hall subconsciously took a step back. The shadow of that year was too deep. Even though their strength had greatly improved, they were still afraid of this madman.
Li Bai stood a kilometer away, his long sword slightly angled towards the ground.
Faced with Tang Hao's overwhelming pressure, the sword immortal showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he revealed a hint of interest.
"That's interesting."
"This is what they call the number one weapon spirit in the world?"
Li Bai flicked his wrist, and the sword energy condensed once more.
Since an old one has arrived, let's take him down too.
Just when the two sides were on the verge of war and a major battle was about to break out.
In the sky.
A soft laugh suddenly came from behind.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it strangely pierced through Tang Hao's violent soul power aura and clearly entered everyone's ears.
It was a laugh that carried three parts laziness and seven parts contempt.
"How dare a mere blacksmith rat bark so arrogantly here?"
The moment the sound fell.
The space, which had been in complete chaos due to Tang Hao's imposing aura, suddenly became eerily calm.
It's like boiling water being instantly frozen.
Immediately afterwards.
In the void between the two armies, space was torn apart like a piece of cloth by an invisible hand.
A figure strolled out of the dark void rift as if taking a leisurely walk.
Clad in white, pure as snow, untouched by a speck of dust.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind.
His face was so handsome it was almost demonic, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his noble bearing made people afraid to look directly at him.
He did not exhibit any earth-shattering fluctuations in soul power, nor did he display any dazzling soul rings.
He stood there quietly in the void, his hands behind his back, as if he had become the center of this world.
Dean of Jixia Academy.
Thousand feathers.
The main character makes his appearance.
The once bustling battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the white-clad man who had suddenly appeared.
In the distance, inside a luxury hotel in Tiandou City.
Bibi Dong was holding a wine glass, staring intently at the light screen in front of her.
The moment she saw that figure appear, the wine glass in her hand shattered with a "crack," and the scarlet wine flowed down her fair fingers like blood.
Her eyes were filled with an extremely complex expression.
There was apprehension, resentment, and a hint of fear that she herself was unwilling to admit.
That man.
The man who always hid behind the scenes, manipulating the Golden List, and trampling the dignity of the Spirit Hall underfoot time and time again.
They finally made their move.
In Haiyue's palace.
Qian Renxue looked at the familiar figure on the light screen, and her tense face instantly relaxed.
Her eyes shone brightly, filled with admiring little stars, and she excitedly waved her little fists.
"Father!"
"Father is finally out!"
"Hmph, that barbarian with the hammer is dead meat, daring to yell at Father."
In the center of the battlefield.
The moment Tang Hao saw Qian Yu, his previously invincible aura suddenly froze.
His pupils contracted sharply to the size of needles.
His intuition, as a top expert, told him that this seemingly emotionless young man was extremely dangerous.
That sense of danger even surpassed the feeling he had when facing Qian Daoliu back then.
But Tang Hao was unyielding throughout his life and never backed down even a step.
What's more, the enemy who killed his son is right in front of him.
The moment Tang San saw Qian Yu, the resentment in his eyes almost materialized and burst forth.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name he hated to the core.
"Qian...yu!"
This is the person who stole the glory that was rightfully his, disrupted his plans, and made him lose face in front of the entire continent.
Qianyu stood in the void, looking down at Tang Hao and his son below.
That look in his eyes was indifferent and calm.
It's like a divine dragon high in the heavens, looking down on the ants on the ground.
There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, only pure indifference.
"Tang Hao."
Qianyu spoke slowly, her voice cold and clear.
"Take your good-for-nothing son and go back home; maybe you can still eke out a few more years of survival."
"Since you're here, don't leave."
These words, while not particularly hurtful, are extremely insulting.
Tang Hao's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like twisted earthworms.
When has he, the mighty Haotian Douluo, ever suffered such humiliation?
To be called a blacksmith rat in front of the whole world?
"Arrogant brat!"
"court death!"
Tang Hao was completely enraged.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was accompanied by a series of deafening explosions.
All nine of his spirit rings exploded at the same time!
Ring explosion!
All nine rings exploded simultaneously!
This is the most extreme, desperate move of the Great Sumeru Hammer, and also the strongest strike Tang Hao could unleash in his entire life.
A terrifying energy storm erupted from his center, shattering the surrounding space and revealing dark, turbulent void.
The already enormous Clear Sky Hammer expanded more than tenfold after absorbing the energy from the explosion of the nine spirit rings.
The hammer was crackling with blinding red and black lightning, radiating an aura of destruction.
"Die!!!"
Tang Hao gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands, his whole being like a madman, carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains, and smashed it fiercely towards Qian Yu in mid-air.
This hammer blow embodied all his energy and spirit.
This single blow was enough to make even a level 99 Peerless Douluo temporarily retreat.
The space itself groaned under the weight of the hammer blow, as if it could not withstand the terrifying weight.
Everyone held their breath.
Even Li Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment.
However.
Faced with this devastating blow.
Qianyu still had one hand behind her back, without moving an inch.
Even the expression on his face didn't change at all.
Until the moment the enormous Haotian Hammer was about to smash down on his head.
He then slowly extended his right hand.
No weapons were used.
He did not use any soul skills.
He simply extended a long, slender, and fair index finger.
Then.
Facing the enormous hammerhead that carried the force of a thunderbolt.
Just a gentle touch.
Thump.
A soft sound.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire battlefield, drowning out all the other roars.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The image freezes.
The Haotian Hammer, powerful enough to shatter a city and containing the explosive force of nine rings, was suspended in mid-air.
It was held firmly in place by a single finger.
It could not advance even an inch further.
Tang Hao remained in the swinging hammer posture, but the expression on his face instantly changed from ferocious to horrified.
How is that possible?
He felt as if his hammer had struck not a person, but an unshakeable ancient sacred mountain.
Immediately afterwards.
An even more terrifying scene unfolded.
Click.
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
Centered on the point where Chiyu's finger touched.
A fine crack appeared on the Haotian Hammer, which was considered indestructible and hailed as the number one weapon spirit in the world.
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