Chapter 100 Tang Hao VS Bibi Dong! Titled Douluo! Shrouding the Heavens: A Dimensional Devastation!
"Huff... huff..."
Tang Hao was panting heavily, and with each breath, his lungs made a cracking sound like a bellows.
I'm so tired.
This is no life for a human being.
Ever since that so-called "Master Xie" tricked him into coming here, he hasn't had a single day of peace.
He thought he had joined some great sect of immortal cultivation, but it turned out he was sold to this black coal mine to work as a laborer.
When he first arrived, he wanted to resist.
As a result, the overseer disciple, who was only a teenager, slapped him so hard that his proud Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was scattered, and even distorted his old face.
From then on, he behaved himself.
"Old beggar, hurry up!"
"If you don't dig up 500 jin of meteorite iron today, you can forget about eating any spoiled steamed buns tonight!"
The sharp shouts and curses of the overseer disciples could be heard from afar.
Tang Hao trembled, a hint of humiliation and resentment flashing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to look up. He could only bury his head even lower and swing the pickaxe in his hand even faster.
He had no idea what was happening outside.
He didn't know that Gu Changsheng had established the Heavenly Court.
He had no idea that the Myriad Dragon Nest was going to destroy the world.
Here, there is nothing but endless darkness and toil.
He couldn't see the sky either.
"Damn Master Xie..."
"Damn the Hundred Forging Sect..."
Tang Hao cursed in his heart over and over again.
Suddenly.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
The pickaxe in his hand seemed to have struck empty air, and a section of the rock wall in front of him collapsed.
A very faint but very strange spatial fluctuation emanated from it.
Tang Hao was taken aback.
He looked around to make sure the supervisor wasn't nearby before cautiously approaching.
It was a black hole no bigger than a fist. There was no meteorite iron inside, only a dilapidated array plate that had long lost its luster, with a few stones embedded in it emitting the last bit of light.
"This is..."
Tang Hao's heart skipped a beat.
Although he was a reckless man in Douluo Continent, he was also quite knowledgeable.
This thing reminded him of the teleportation array patterns he had seen in ancient books.
Although it looks dilapidated and may even collapse at any moment, it may be his only way to survive.
Staying here will only lead to exhaustion sooner or later.
Why not take a gamble?
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the broken array plate.
Buzz!
The previously lifeless array plate trembled suddenly, and an unstable suction force erupted instantly.
Tang Hao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine, and the world spun around him.
He didn't know how much time passed.
It may be a moment, or it may be ten thousand years.
"Bang!"
Tang Hao crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
There was no excruciating pain as he had imagined; the soil beneath him was soft and smelled of fresh grass.
The sounds of whipping and mining were no longer heard, but rather the clear chirping of birds.
Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.
Blue sky.
White clouds.
And there was the soul energy in the air, so thin yet so incredibly familiar to him.
"I... came out?"
Tang Hao struggled to get up from the ground, his bones cracking all over.
He breathed deeply and greedily.
There is no terrifying gravity here that makes it hard to breathe, no laws of nature that seem to want to crush you at any moment.
His body was as light as a feather.
He subconsciously circulated the soul power within his body.
Tang Hao was stunned by this operation.
Boom!
An extremely violent aura erupted from his emaciated body.
He had been mining in the world of Shrouding the Heavens for so long.
Every day, they carried thousands of kilograms of meteorite iron, working ten hours a day in that terrifying gravity environment, and had to endure the whippings of the overseers.
This is simply the most brutal form of hellish training.
His soul power was compressed to the extreme. Although his body looked thin, every muscle was like divine iron that had been forged through countless trials.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Nine spirit rings rose up beneath his feet.
The previously somewhat weak fluctuations of soul power had now solidified into something almost tangible.
Level 95... Level 96...
The bottleneck was as thin as paper, and it was broken through in an instant.
Finally, his breath stopped at a height that made even himself tremble.
Level 97!
He actually turned misfortune into good fortune, breaking through years of shackles in that damned mine!
"Hahaha!"
Hahahaha!
Tang Hao laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face, making his scarred face look incredibly ferocious.
He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within him like a river.
This is the feeling of power.
He was no longer the miner slave who was called "the old beggar".
He is Clear Sky Douluo!
Tang Hao made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a huge black hammer appeared out of thin air.
The patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer became even deeper, and even took on a dark red hue unique to meteorite iron, which was the aura he had absorbed day and night in the mine.
This hammer is heavier, more powerful, and stronger than ever before!
"The Spirit Hall..."
The ecstasy in Tang Hao's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by overwhelming killing intent.
He didn't know why he had been teleported back, nor did he know exactly where he was.
But he knew one thing.
He's back.
And he has become stronger than before.
He suffered so much in that world, and all that anger and resentment had to find a place to vent.
The people in that world are too strong; he can't defeat them.
But in this Douluo Continent, who can stop him?
"A thousand streams flow, each one flowing eastward..."
"What you owe me, you should pay back."
Tang Hao picked up the Clear Sky Hammer, determined the direction, and strode towards the majestic Spirit Hall City in the distance.
With each step, a deep footprint was left on the ground.
He wanted to make this continent tremble once again under this hammer.
As for the celestial curtain and Gu Changsheng...
It's none of his business.
All he wants to do now is kill.
He just wanted to smash something to vent the frustration he had accumulated over countless days and nights in that damned mine!
Outside Spirit Hall City.
Boom!
A loud bang shattered the tranquility of the early morning.
Tang Hao stood on the ruins.
He held the Clear Sky Hammer, his hair wildly flying, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
The terrifying soul pressure of level ninety-seven was released without reservation, causing the surrounding paladin knights to foam at the mouth and collapse to the ground.
"A Thousand Streams!"
"Bibi Dong!"
"Come out and face your death!"
The sound was as loud as thunder, echoing throughout the entire Spirit Hall City.
Tang Hao felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
Having been cooped up in that dark and dreary mine for so long, today he's going to turn the world upside down.
"Who dares to act so presumptuously in Spirit Hall City!"
Several figures rushed from the Papal Palace; they were several cardinals who had stayed behind.
"Roll!"
Tang Hao didn't even look, and swept his giant hammer across the room.
Bang bang bang!
Several plumes of blood mist exploded in the air, leaving no trace of their bodies before they could even scream.
Just as Tang Hao was about to swing his hammer at the Papal Palace again, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended.
This pressure was not fierce and domineering, but rather an extreme coldness and evil, as if it came from the deepest hell.
Tang Hao paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up.
In the void before the Papal Palace, a stunningly beautiful figure slowly stepped forward.
Bibi Dong.
She wore a golden papal robe, a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and a scepter that shimmered with a dark purple light.
Noble.
Cold and aloof.
It was an aura of authority that made people afraid to look directly at it.
A pair of long, straight, jade-like legs were faintly visible through the slit of her long robe; her skin was as white as snow and shimmered with a delicate luster in the sunlight.
She was barefoot, her jade-like feet lightly touching the air, each step creating a purple ripple in the air.
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