It's broken?
That's the Haotian Hammer.
That is the number one weapon spirit in the world.
That was the most powerful Sumeru Hammer he unleashed, having shattered nine spirit rings, including a 100,000-year spirit ring, and gathered all his essence, energy, and spirit.
Even when facing Qian Daoliu, facing that unattainable angelic power, he was confident that he could shake him with a single blow.
But now, that hammer has shattered.
It shattered on a finger.
That finger was fair and slender, looking almost like the hand of a pampered young master from a wealthy family. There were no calluses, nor even the slightest trace of powerful energy fluctuations.
With just a single finger, he effortlessly caught his desperate blow, then crushed his pride, his dignity, and all his decades of hard work, along with the hammer, into dust.
"This...this is impossible..."
Tang Hao's lips trembled, and a dry, hissing sound came from his throat. The huge psychological gap caused a terrifying crack to appear in his once resilient martial arts heart at this moment.
Qianyu looked at the distraught middle-aged man in front of her, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
He slowly withdrew his finger, the movement as elegant as flicking a speck of dust off his sleeve.
"Too weak."
These three words are unremarkable.
There was neither a mocking tone nor a contemptuous expression; it was as if he were stating a very simple fact, such as that the weather was nice today or that the water was a little cold.
But to Tang Hao, those three words were more piercing than any vicious curse in the world, and more painful than being pierced by a thousand arrows.
Tang Hao has roamed the Douluo Continent for decades. Who doesn't respectfully address him as His Majesty Haotian? Who doesn't feel fear when he's mentioned?
Now, it's being criticized as "too weak".
Before Tang Hao's shattered pride could react, Qian Yu's fingers moved again.
There was nothing earth-shattering about the opening move.
He merely flicked the index finger that had just shattered the Clear Sky Hammer at Tang Hao's chest.
*Smack*
A soft sound, like a bubble bursting, echoed in the air.
Immediately afterwards.
An invisible yet terrifying force instantly compressed the space between the two.
Tang Hao felt an immense force, powerful enough to crush mountains, rushing towards him. His proud protective soul power was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in the face of this force.
Click! Click! Click!
A series of teeth-grinding sounds of bones cracking rang out.
Tang Hao's burly, bear-like body arched backward in that instant, his chest visibly caved in, and his clothes on his back suddenly ripped open, revealing a clear finger mark.
The force of that finger actually pierced right through his body!
"ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.
Tang Hao was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he arrived, as if he had been hit head-on by a giant soul cannon.
He left a trail of blood in the air before crashing heavily into the hard ground in front of Jialing Pass.
Boom!
The earth trembled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
A huge pit, several meters deep, suddenly appeared, and the surrounding land showed radial cracks that stretched for hundreds of meters.
A deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield.
Whether it was the Spirit Hall garrison at Jialing Pass or the million-strong army of the Heaven Dou Empire in the distance, everyone felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed their necks, and they even forgot to breathe.
That's Haotian Douluo!
That was the peerless expert who was just exuding domineering aura and boasting that he would tear down Jialing Pass!
That's it...gone?
One finger.
It really is only one finger.
In the distance, Tang San stared blankly at the bottomless pit. His handsome face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The fear and despair that came from the depths of his soul made his whole body tremble violently.
That was his father.
She was his greatest support in this world, and an invincible presence in his heart.
"No...no..."
Tang San muttered to himself, then suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"No--!!!"
"dad!!!"
He rushed toward the deep pit like a madman, tumbling and crawling, completely lacking the demeanor of a descendant of the sea god. The eight spider spears on his back were wildly waving due to extreme emotional turmoil, tearing his own clothes and skin.
He rushed into the deep pit and found the mangled body amidst the billowing smoke and dust.
Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, his once robust body now completely deformed.
Blood was gushing from a gaping hole in his chest, and his internal organs, now shattered into a bloody pulp, could even be seen inside.
Blood stained the soil beneath Tang Hao and also stained Tang San's trembling hands.
"Dad... Dad, hold on... I am a descendant of the gods, I have the light of the sea god, I can save you, I can definitely save you..."
Tang San cried out incoherently, frantically trying to channel the last remaining bit of Sea God's power into Tang Hao's body.
The blue-gold light flickered in Tang San's hand, but it was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
Tang Hao struggled to open his eyes; his cloudy pupils were already beginning to glaze over, and his life force was rapidly fading away.
He looked at his son, who was crying his eyes out, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch his son's face, but it was in vain.
His arm bones were completely shattered, and he couldn't move even a single finger.
"The mistress..."
Tang Hao's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and every word was accompanied by a large amount of bloody foam gushing from his mouth.
The light in his eyes was rapidly dimming, but the deep resentment and regret were still clearly visible.
He was unwilling to accept it.
He has not yet seen his son become a god, avenge Ah Yin, or led the Haotian Sect back to its peak.
That's how he lost.
They were defeated so thoroughly, so utterly powerless to fight back.
He was defeated by someone who looked even younger than his son.
Tang Hao stared intently at Tang San, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching a few times, as if he wanted to give some last words, but in the end, he couldn't catch his breath.
His head suddenly tilted to the side.
Those eyes, filled with resentment and bitterness, remained wide open, gradually losing all their luster.
The legendary Haotian Douluo, a god of death who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Douluo Continent.
Tang Hao.
Fallen.
"Dad? Dad, say something! Dad!"
Tang San shook Tang Hao's corpse desperately, pouring the power of the Sea God into the cold body as if it were free, but the body was like a bucket with a broken bottom, unable to retain any life.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head and let out a roar like a wounded beast.
The voice was filled with despair, resentment, and madness.
His eyes turned completely red at that moment, and bloody tears even streamed from the corners of his eyes.
This sudden turn of events threw Shrek's camp into complete chaos.
The crowd, who had been hoping that Tang Hao could turn the tide, now lay sprawled on the ground like spineless grotesque dogs.
Dai Mubai's evil eyes were filled with terror, his usual arrogance vanished, and his legs trembled like a leaf, unable to stand steadily.
"How...how could this happen..."
"His Majesty Haotian is dead? How could this be..."
The worst reaction came from Yu Xiaogang.
This man, who claimed to be a master and whose theories were invincible, was now slumped on the ground, his stiff face contorted in a grimace, his eyes unfocused, and he kept muttering incomprehensible nonsense.
"Impossible... My theory can't be wrong... That's a ring explosion... That's a divine skill..."
A foul odor emanated from his crotch.
In his extreme fear, the master actually urinated in his pants. The pale yellow liquid flowed down his trouser leg and onto the ground, appearing particularly ironic and disgusting on this grim battlefield.
In the distance, Qianyu still floated silently in the void.
He looked down at Tang San, who was wailing, and at the terrified Shrek Academy students, his expression remaining indifferent.
Killing Tang Hao was no different from killing a chicken to him.
This is his current strength as the Dean of Jixia Academy and the behind-the-scenes controller of the Golden List.
What Haotian Douluo, what Great Sumeru Hammer, are nothing but slightly larger ants in front of him.
Bottom of the pit.
Tang San slowly laid Tang Hao's body down.
He stood up unsteadily, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Qianyu in mid-air.
After the deepest grief comes the deepest madness.
His rationality had completely collapsed.
"Qian...yu..."
"You killed my father..."
"I'm going to kill you!!! I'm going to tear you to pieces!!!"
boom!
Tang San's previously depleted soul power, under extreme anger, began to erupt like a final burst of energy.
Although he no longer possessed the Trident of Poseidon, he still had the Eight Spider Lances, Tang Clan hidden weapons, and his mastery of poison skills.
He let out a shrill scream, and his whole body transformed into a blood-red afterimage, rushing towards Qianyu in the air without regard for anything else.
The eight spider spears on his back gleamed with a purplish-black, highly poisonous light, while the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand crackled with activity, instantly unleashing dozens of poisoned bolts.
At this moment, Tang San resembled a gambler who had lost everything, betting everything just to take a piece of his opponent's flesh.
However.
Faced with this frenzied attack.
Qianyu didn't even lift her eyelids.
"Noisy".
He snorted coldly.
With that cold snort, an invisible, terrifying pressure descended with a deafening roar, as if the heavens were collapsing.
The pressure was so intense that even the space itself creaked under the strain.
Bang!
Tang San, who had just soared into the air, was slammed to the ground by the terrifying pressure, just like a fly that had been swatted hard by a fly swatter.
There was no room for resistance.
He lay prostrate on the ground, his face chafed raw by the rough sand and gravel.
The oppressive force was like a tangible mountain pressing down on his back, making it impossible for him to even move a finger.
At this moment, Tang San no longer resembled the chosen one of the world.
He lay there on the ground like a dead dog, only able to utter meaningless whimpers.
"The mistress!"
Seeing this, someone from the Shrek Seven Devils finally made a move.
Dai Mubai.
As the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils and a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he was terrified, but his deep-rooted sense of brotherhood still compelled him to step forward at this moment.
"Let go of the mistress!"
Dai Mubai roared, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
"White Tiger Demon God Transformation!"
He immediately activated his strongest state, his body instantly expanding, black and white tiger stripes covering his entire body, and his golden hair danced wildly, making him look majestic.
Like a tiger descending a mountain, he charged towards the suppressed Tang San with unstoppable momentum, wanting to rescue Tang San from Qian Yu's oppressive aura.
"Boss!"
Oscar and Ma Hongjun gasped in surprise from behind, but dared not take a single step.
Zhu Zhuqing, who was not far away, stood quietly in place.
Her cold eyes looked at Dai Mubai, who seemed brave at the moment, without any emotion, but only deep disgust.
It was out of disgust for the man's hypocritical, lecherous, and cowardly past, and also out of contempt for his foolish behavior.
Dai Mubai had no idea what kind of being he was facing.
Qianyu stood high in the sky, her gaze sweeping indifferently over Dai Mubai who rushed out.
That look in his eyes was like looking at a grasshopper that had jumped out of nowhere, oblivious to its own mortality.
He couldn't even be bothered to look at it a second time.
He just waved casually.
The movements were gentle, like swatting away mosquitoes.
call out.
An invisible wind blade suddenly formed in front of Dai Mubai.
This wind blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and as fast as lightning. It swept through the air silently without making any sound.
Dai Mubai's running figure suddenly stopped.
The anger on his face was still frozen, and he hadn't even had a chance to shout "This is outrageous!"
The next second.
A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.
puff!
Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.
Dai Mubai's enormous head rolled off his neck without warning.
The headless corpse lurched forward a few more steps due to inertia before collapsing heavily to the ground, twitching a few times before becoming still.
Glug glug.
The blood-stained head rolled several times on the ground.
As luck would have it, it rolled right in front of Tang San, who was pinned to the ground.
Tang San struggled to lift his eyelids.
What came into view were Dai Mubai's unseeing eyes and his face, still bearing a furious expression.
Warm blood splattered all over Tang San's face, mixed with his own tears and snot, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
Dai Mubai.
Death.
Of the Shrek Seven Devils, one has now been lost.
"Ah! Murder! Murder!"
Seeing this, Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who had been observing, completely broke down.
They let out a strange cry, no longer caring about brotherhood, and turned to run away as if they wished their parents had given them two fewer legs.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth tightly, her face as pale as a dead person, her body curled up in the corner trembling, not daring to even breathe, for fear that the killing god would notice her.
On the battlefield, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Tang San looked at Dai Mubai's head in front of him, then turned his head with difficulty to look at his father's already cold body at the bottom of the pit in the distance.
despair.
Endless despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
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