A piercing, excruciating pain suddenly erupted from his abdomen as the gun spun through his flesh, shredding his internal organs.
Tang Hao's massive body trembled violently, and his forehead was instantly covered with large beads of sweat.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the inhuman pain.
With his arms bulging with muscles, he gripped the gun tightly and pulled it outwards with a sudden force!
Pfft!
Scalding hot blood gushed out, leaving a horrifying hole in his abdomen.
Tang Hao staggered back two steps, his eyes filled with malice like a vengeful ghost from the abyss.
"Blue Silver King, you're really ruthless."
Tang Qing sheathed his spear, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, golden blood slowly dripping down the blade.
He said indifferently, "This is just the beginning."
"Madman!"
Tang Hao was completely enraged by this attitude. He no longer cared about his injuries, and an even more violent aura burst forth from his body.
"Great! Excellent!"
"Since that's the case, then let me show you the true secret techniques of our Haotian Sect!"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao frantically poured all the remaining soul power in his body into the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand!
Buzz—!
The already enormous Haotian Hammer expanded even further with the infusion of soul power, and countless dark red demonic patterns appeared on its surface. An aura of destruction, dominance, and the ability to shatter everything soared into the sky!
"The Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao's hair and beard stood on end as he used all his strength to swing the giant hammer high in the air, a hammer that seemed capable of crushing the heavens!
At this moment, time seemed to slow down.
On the Haotian Hammer, the violent energy condensed to its extreme, and the space around the hammerhead showed visible distortion and wrinkles.
Black arcs of electricity danced wildly across the hammer, crackling and popping.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Tang Hao burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness and confidence.
He could almost see Tang Qing being smashed into a bloody pulp by the hammer that had embodied his life and soul!
"Die!"
A terrifying force locked onto Tang Qing and slammed down!
Tang Qing's enormous golden body appeared somewhat insignificant in the face of this power.
He could clearly feel the energy contained in that hammer blow, a powerful force capable of threatening the life of a Title Douluo.
Seeing this from a distance, Tang San's pale face lit up with a sickly, maniacal joy.
"It's the Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Father has unleashed the Great Sumeru Hammer! Tang Qing, you're dead this time!
On the mountaintop, Xue Qinghe's heart was in her throat. The energy of this hammer blow had surpassed her understanding of a Title Douluo.
Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face was also tense as she looked at the golden figure with worry.
"Your Highness, I'm afraid you'll also be injured..."
However, faced with this earth-shattering attack, Tang Qing merely raised his eyelids and said indifferently.
"That's a really good move."
"But it has no effect on me."
Under Tang Hao's fervent gaze, nine spirit rings quietly rose behind Tang Qing.
black.
black.
black.
black.
black.
black.
There were six deep, ink-black soul rings, each ten thousand years old, exuding a chilling aura.
Tang Hao's smile froze on his face.
Six ten-thousand-year spirit rings? This is completely beyond the realm of common sense!
However, this is not the end.
After the six black spirit rings, three spirit rings, which looked as if they were cast in blood and as dazzling as rubies, slowly emerged.
red!
red!
red!
Six blacks and three reds!
Nine spirit rings floated silently behind Tang Qing, forming a picture that could overturn the entire Douluo Continent's understanding!
"How...how is this possible!"
Tang Hao's stance, holding the Clear Sky Hammer high, froze. The madness and confidence in his eyes were replaced by extreme horror.
"Six black and three red! How is that possible!"
He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but the nine spirit rings were hanging there so brightly, each one radiating a truly terrifying pressure.
What kind of spirit ring configuration is this?!
Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red...
The optimal soul ring ratio proposed by the master, who was hailed as the number one theorist in the world of soul masters and whose theories were regarded as the gold standard by countless people, was completely overturned at this moment!
His theory is completely wrong!
It's not just Tang Hao.
At the summit, even with Qian Renxue's composure, she completely lost her composure, her golden pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
"..."
Tang San's ecstatic joy turned into blankness and fear; his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a sound.
The survivors of the four major sects were as if they had witnessed a miracle, collapsing to the ground, unable to think.
"This spirit ring configuration?!"
Ignoring everyone's shock, Tang Qing's voice rang out indifferently.
The sixth black spirit ring behind him suddenly lit up.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Yin-Yang Creation and Annihilation!"
In an instant, centered on Tang Qing, countless Blue Silver Grasses shimmering with blue-gold light sprouted and grew wildly from the ground like a flood bursting its banks!
They transformed into the most resilient vines and the sharpest blades of grass, blocking out the sky and the sun.
A vast blue ocean of life formed, instantly enveloping Tang Hao's enormous body.
Clang!
The Great Sumeru Hammer, which embodied Tang Hao's life's work, was entangled and pulled by thousands of vines, and flew directly out of his hand.
It crashed heavily onto the ground in the distance.
Tang Hao was terrified and tried to break free, but it was too late.
Countless blue silver grass leaves, like living blades, easily pierced through his proud Haotian True Form.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Countless piercing sounds rang out in rapid succession!
"Aaaaaaahh ...
The intense pain was far more terrifying than the gunshot wound, overwhelming every nerve in Tang Hao's body like a tidal wave.
His limbs, his chest, his back... every corner of his body was pierced by the supple yet deadly blue silver grass.
Through his blood-stained vision, Tang Hao looked at the indifferent face not far away.
His face was filled with resentment and mockery.
For some reason, in that moment of excruciating pain and near-death experience, Tang Hao felt that this face bore a resemblance—
She looks exactly the same as she did when she was young.
The moment the thought arose, he ruthlessly extinguished it.
wrong!
wrong!
My only son is Tang San!
Tang Qing was merely a tool to revive Ah Yin!
I don't acknowledge him as my child!
Tang Hao was panting heavily.
Blood gushed from the hundreds of holes in his body, turning the ground beneath his feet into a dark red swamp.
Vitality is slipping away at an alarming rate.
Tang Qing ignored this and remained indifferent.
With a thought, the countless blue silver grasses that were entwined around Tang Hao tightened.
However, at that moment, a glimmer of clarity suddenly flashed in Tang Hao's dying eyes.
He saw in the distance the tireless, deathless Blue Silver Army of 100,000.
He sensed the unfathomable, boundless power emanating from Tang Qing.
A head-on confrontation is a dead end.
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