Chapter 50: Tang Hao, You're Still Just as Weak and Pathetic!
"Third Soul Skill: Thunder Fury!"
With Yu Xiaokong's furious shout, the lightning attribute of his dragon arm was doubled, and bursts of blue lightning flickered around it.
After using this soul skill, Yu Xiaokong's aura grew much sharper, and his attack power increased significantly.
Immediately after, the two attacks collided. In the end, the Clear Sky Hammer ultimately prevailed. Even without using his third soul skill, Tang Hao directly defeated the genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Seeing Tang Hao win, the Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect on the viewing stand revealed a proud expression.
"Sect Master Yu, thank you for letting us win."
On the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stand, the one leading the disciples was none other than Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen, also Yu Xiaogang's father.
"Your Clear Sky Sect truly has an abundance of talent. At the last gathering, Tang Xiao from your sect took first place. Who would have thought that this time, Tang Hao would take first place again? Truly enviable."
Watching Tang Hao win with ease, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were filled with envy. Their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lacked rising talent.
If no true genius appeared, then after he passed away in a hundred years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might fall from its position among the Upper Three Sects.
Thinking of this, Yu Yuanzhen glanced behind him at his useless son and let out a sigh.
He simply could not understand Yu Xiaogang's talent. He himself was exceptionally gifted, and his wife was also a powerful soul master. So why had they produced a son with only 0.5 innate soul power and a malignant mutated martial soul?
After Tang Hao defeated Yu Xiaokong, just as the soul battle was about to continue, a group of soul masters suddenly entered the arena.
Upon seeing who had arrived, the leaders of the Upper Three Sects all frowned, their expressions turning solemn.
The one who came was none other than the leader of the continent's dominant force, the Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.
"It is said that the Upper Three Sects have countless geniuses. This time, our Spirit Hall has come uninvited, also wishing to let our geniuses temper themselves by battling yours."
"I wonder if that is acceptable."
After speaking, Qian Xunji revealed a smiling expression, his gaze sweeping across the stands of the Upper Three Sects.
Behind him, Yun Yuan stood silently, waiting. As long as the Upper Three Sects agreed, he would proceed to shatter the Dao hearts of all their geniuses.
Thinking this, his eyes turned toward Tang Hao, who had yet to leave the arena. His gaze was filled with battle intent and a hint of evaluation.
He wanted to see just how much Tang Hao had grown over the past year and a half and whether he could provide him with some entertainment.
As for Tang Hao defeating him, Yun Yuan felt there was not the slightest possibility unless Tang Hao had some miraculous boost as well.
In the arena.
Seeing an external force intrude, Tang Hao turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji and immediately saw the person he most wanted to defeat in this life—Yun Yuan!
A year and a half ago, as a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, he was defeated by Yun Yuan, who was just a Soul Master. This was the greatest humiliation of his life.
Since then, he had sworn to wash away this disgrace.
The moment Qian Xunji finished issuing the challenge to the Upper Three Sects, Tang Hao's domineering, rough voice resounded throughout the arena.
"I accept this challenge on behalf of the Clear Sky Sect!"
Seeing Tang Hao speak, the Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect's stand burst into laughter, stroking his beard.
"Good! Worthy of a man of our Clear Sky Sect, unafraid of challenges."
Then he turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji.
"Pope Qian, Hao'er's decision represents the will of our Clear Sky Sect."
Seeing how confident this old man from the Clear Sky Sect was, the corners of Qian Xunji's mouth curled wildly.
He had been worrying about finding an opportunity for his disciple to crush the Dao hearts of young geniuses, and now the Clear Sky Sect had delivered that opportunity right to him.
Thinking this, Qian Xunji glanced at Tang Hao in the arena, a trace of ruthlessness gradually rising within him.
For some reason, the more he looked at Tang Hao, the more displeasing he found him—like there was some deep-seated grudge between them.
Even when facing Tang Chen, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Xunji had never felt this way. Yet he felt it toward a mere thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, which truly made him feel strange.
However, he did not dwell on it. After the Clear Sky Sect agreed, he turned his gaze to the stands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Since the Clear Sky Sect has agreed, I assume the other two sects would not fear the geniuses of our Spirit Hall?"
Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Qingzhou only pondered briefly before agreeing to Qian Xunji's challenge.
This time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was also led by its sect master, Ning Qingzhou, just like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
As for why the Clear Sky Sect's sect master did not attend personally, it was naturally due to the gap in strength. Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect was one of the two Ultimate Douluo of the current era.
Such a being had already transcended the constraints of the sect, acting freely and as he pleased.
However, the Clear Sky Sect still valued this gathering greatly, sending their Great Elder, a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse.
Seeing all three sects agree, Qian Xunji burst into laughter, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.
Then he looked at Yun Yuan behind him.
"Xiao Yuan, go up and show them what a true genius is."
As if recalling something, he glanced at Tang Hao in the arena and added deliberately:
"Xiao Yuan, hit him harder. It's best if you ridicule him fiercely and completely shatter his Dao heart. For some reason, I just can't stand the sight of him."
Hearing this, Yun Yuan was slightly surprised.
Qian Xunji finds Tang Hao displeasing? That made sense. In the original trajectory, decades later, if not for Tang Hao, Qian Xunji would not have been gravely injured nor devoured by Bibi Dong.
Thinking this, Yun Yuan nodded firmly, accepting his teacher's request.
He looked toward Tang Hao in the arena. With a flash, his figure appeared in front of him.
Tang Hao stared at the boy who had humiliated him, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, his gaze extremely cold.
After the two looked at each other for a moment, Yun Yuan spoke first:
"Then let this first match begin with us. I also want to see how much you've improved over the past year and a half."
"Just what I wanted. But my improvement will not disappoint you. You'd better worry about whether you'll be defeated by my Clear Sky Hammer."
The two old rivals exchanged a few words before entering their battle states.
In the next moment,
Tang Hao's right arm surged with strength as he swung the massive black Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, charging toward Yun Yuan at great speed.
The Clear Sky Hammer embodied three words: fast, fierce, and precise—pursuing ultimate attack power and destructive force.
Facing Tang Hao's ferocious assault, Yun Yuan smiled faintly, completely unbothered. An incandescent, translucent spear appeared in his hand, his martial soul—the Atlas Spear.
Standing in place, he raised the Atlas Spear, its tip directly pressing against the head of the Clear Sky Hammer. His feet did not move.
"Tang Hao, after a year and a half, you're still just as weak and pathetic. Now, you can't even force me to take a single step back."
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