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"Can the Clear Sky Douluo really pull this off?"
This was the shared thought of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and everyone from Shrek Academy. In the battle at the canyon, Tang Hao had already been defeated by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, two Titled Douluo. Now, with five Titled Douluo present—even if Qian Renhan didn't act—the level of danger far surpassed that of the canyon battle.
In response to Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's words, Tang Hao let out a cold snort. He extended his hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer on the Pope's Palace plaza was drawn back into his grasp. The seventh soul ring beneath his feet lit up.
"Little San, watch carefully. This is the true power of the world's number one tool spirit—the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"Clear Sky True Body!"
A blood-colored phantom of Tang Hao, forged from killing intent, materialized around him. Towering dozens of meters tall, it gripped a massive Clear Sky Hammer. The phantom and hammer were fused into one, glowing with a crimson radiance. The terrifying killing aura within it sent shivers through Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo. As for those soul masters who hadn't reached Titled Douluo level, they couldn't even bear to look at the blood-red giant, fearing the overwhelming pressure.
In the hands of the blood-colored giant, the massive Clear Sky Hammer—large as a small mountain—flashed with light. Its target wasn't the plaza in front of the Pope's Palace, but the entire palace itself, aimed directly at the angel statue representing the Pope's Palace.
After the canyon battle, Tang Hao understood clearly: "You won't take my Clear Sky Hammer head-on? Then I'll smash the Pope's Palace. Let's see if you can ignore it now."
"How dare you!" ×4
The faces of the four Titled Douluo changed simultaneously. Tang Hao was clearly throwing caution to the wind, daring to attack the Pope's Palace. Without hesitation, the four of them soared into the air, immediately attempting to shield the palace and directly face Tang Hao's onslaught.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Yu Xiaogang's eyes gleamed with excitement. Truly worthy of the name Clear Sky Douluo—what a brilliant strategy. Attack where the enemy must defend, forcing them to take his strike.
Watching this unfold, Qian Renhan sighed softly, closing his eyes in exhaustion. "In the end, I've raised a bunch of useless trash. Looks like I'll have to handle it myself."
At this moment, on one side of the Pope's Palace plaza, Tang San was watching with joy, eagerly waiting for his father to display divine power and lead him and Xiao Wu to safety. Suddenly, he felt his body become uncontrollable, as if drawn by a force—and who else could it be but Qian Renhan?
"Brother—!" Xiao Wu screamed, trying to chase after Tang San. But with her cultivation still sealed, she stumbled just two steps in, tripping over a pit left by Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and landing face-first in the dirt.
Qian Renhan opened his eyes and with a single pull, dragged Tang San into his grasp. He lifted Tang San in one hand and flung him into the air—directly into the path of Tang Hao's descending Clear Sky Hammer.
Immediately after, Qian Renhan's nine soul rings—three purple, three black, and three red—burst into motion beneath him. The Dark Demon Sword appeared in his hand, its blade radiating a terrifying killing intent—an aura born from the fury Liu Erlong had unleashed just before her death.
Liu Erlong's careless words had cost her dearly. With a mere gesture, Qian Renhan had pierced her trachea and vocal cords, leaving her to die in agony. Did her heart not burn with murderous intent in those final moments? Of course it did. But he was never one to be overwhelmed by emotion. A good chess piece must be used to its fullest before being discarded.
In front of the Pope's Palace, the four Titled Douluo activated their Martial Soul True Bodies simultaneously. Soul power barriers enveloped the palace, ready to block Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer. Tang Hao poured all his strength into a single strike, and as he swung the hammer, all nine soul rings under his feet turned golden. This was the essence of the divine technique: Great Sumeru Hammer—Ring Detonation.
After detonating the rings with the Great Sumeru Hammer, it would take three days for the soul rings to recondense, and thirty-six days to fully stabilize. Any attempt to detonate them again before then risked permanent loss.
But to Tang Hao, his life was already forfeit. Launching two full-force attacks in such a short span had caused his internal injuries to spread dangerously. So what if his soul rings were lost, or his strength declined? As long as he could save Tang San and Xiao Wu, that was enough.
"The Pope's Palace... Ha! What a Pope's Palace!"
"Ahhhh—!"
Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao let out a thunderous roar, and the massive Clear Sky Hammer smashed down toward the Pope's Palace, aimed at the soul power barriers of the four Titled Douluo.
Just when everyone expected a world-shaking collision in midair, another figure suddenly shot up toward the sky—charging straight at Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.
"Who's this daring senior?"
Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Snake Spear, and Porcupine Douluo stared at the unfamiliar figure, the same question flashing through their minds.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sensed who it was and said, dumbfounded, "Old Ghost, that figure... it looks like Tang San."
"Tang San?!" ×3
"Father!" Tang San shouted, feeling the overwhelming killing intent radiating from the Clear Sky Hammer as it bore down on him. Even though they were still dozens of meters apart, the pressure alone made it feel like his bones would be crushed into powder.
"Little San!"
Tang Hao was equally stunned. Seeing Tang San flying toward him, he instantly realized that the Spirit Hall intended to use Tang San as a human shield to prevent his Clear Sky Hammer from striking.
"Spirit Hall—despicable!"
Tang Hao's eyes went bloodshot, feeling as if his lungs would burst from rage. He immediately deactivated his Killing God Domain and rapidly reversed his soul power, withdrawing his Martial Soul True Body. The colossal Clear Sky Hammer, already swinging at full force, couldn't be redirected. His only option was to force it back into its original form.
However, this meant forcibly retracting a full-power ultimate attack that had already gathered every ounce of his strength. The backlash on his meridians was unimaginable. As a result, both of Tang Hao's arms exploded with blood as the meridians in them ruptured simultaneously.
Through this desperate, self-destructive effort, Tang Hao managed to shrink the Clear Sky Hammer just in time, narrowly avoiding striking Tang San. The hammer smashed into nothing but air, a wasted blow.
This dramatic turn of events left everyone in front of the Pope's Palace stunned. But before they could recover, a wave of killing intent—ten times stronger than Tang Hao's—suddenly erupted, sending a chilling dread straight from their feet to the tops of their heads.
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A massive, dark red sword aura slashed out from the front gate of the Pope's Palace, aimed at Tang Hao. As it surged forward, air, light, and space itself were split apart, leaving a deep and glaring scar in the fabric of reality.
"Tang Hao is finished."
Sword Douluo was the first to speak, his tone grave. No one knew better than him who had released that sword aura—and its power was at least ten times more terrifying than when he had faced it two years ago.
Severely injured, his meridians shattered by his own full-power strike, Tang Hao watched the incoming sword aura and instinctively raised his now shrunken Clear Sky Hammer—no bigger than a small mound—to block it.
Crack— The colossal dark red sword aura collided with the Clear Sky Hammer. The hammer held out for only a brief moment before its head shattered instantly. The force continued along the handle, then swept through Tang Hao's right arm and right leg.
The sword aura slashed past Tang Hao, disappearing into the sky and leaving behind a vast spatial rift. Suspended in midair, Tang Hao's aura plummeted like a rocket losing thrust, falling so sharply that even Flender at full strength would have been more imposing by comparison.
Everyone's eyes narrowed involuntarily as they stared at Tang Hao. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hands was broken in two, and within the blink of an eye, the two halves flashed with dark red light before exploding into countless fragments. These fragments turned into streaks of light, returning to Tang Hao's body. Meanwhile, his right arm and right leg were severed from his torso, and two radiant soul bones emerged from the wounds.
His Titled Douluo-level strength was completely gone. No longer able to remain airborne, he began plummeting toward the plaza in front of the Pope's Palace. Tang San, thrown into the sky by Qian Renhan, also began to fall, tracing a perfect arc through the air before descending alongside his father.
Father and son—Tang Hao and Tang San—fell together onto the Pope's Palace plaza. Between them, two glittering soul bones tumbled downward, completing a beautiful yet tragic tableau.
(End of Chapter)