Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

Om-!

A massive Haotian Hammer, as black as ink, wrapped with dark gold demonic patterns, and radiating an aura of endless destruction, instantly appeared in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, to the utter astonishment of Tang Hao and Tang San, two 100,000-year soul rings, so red they seemed to drip blood, rose slowly from beneath Wang Dong'er's feet like two crimson suns.

"First Soul Skill: Indestructible Body!"

"Second Soul Skill: Speed ​​Boost!"

Without any preamble, Wang Dong'er directly activated the two 100,000-year-old amplification soul skills granted to her by the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum and the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.

In an instant, dazzling golden light and warm white jade radiance intertwined and burst forth on Wang Dong'er's body.

Her strength and defense increased fivefold in an instant.

Its speed increased by 200%, and all attributes rose by another 30%.

At this moment, Wang Dong'er resembled an ancient female war goddess wielding ultimate power.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body transformed into a streak of light that couldn't even be caught in its afterimage, instantly traversing a distance of a hundred meters and appearing above Tang Hao's head.

"So fast!" Tang Hao's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

This speed was something even he could hardly achieve at his peak.

Looking at the Haotian Hammer, which carried the power to destroy the world and rapidly magnified in his vision, Tang Hao felt an unprecedented despair.

He knew that if this hammer blow landed, not only him, but even Tang San beside him would be instantly turned into mincemeat by the terrifying aftershock.

"Mistress, live on!"

At this critical moment of life and death, Tang Hao showed a father's final resolve.

He gritted his teeth, abandoned all defense, and with his last bit of strength, shoved Tang San hard towards the edge of the poisonous miasma in the distance.

At the same time, he roared and forcibly squeezed out the remaining soul power in his body, swinging the cracked Haotian Hammer to meet Wang Dong'er in mid-air.

"Boom—!!!"

Two Haotian hammers, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

A terrifying sound, like Mars colliding with Earth, exploded in the sky above the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

The violent shockwave transformed into a tangible airflow, instantly tearing apart the surrounding poisonous miasma to create a huge vacuum zone, even scraping away a layer of the hard rocky ground.

There was no suspense whatsoever, nor any stalemate whatsoever.

Faced with Wang Dong'er's full-force attack, which was enhanced by two 100,000-year soul skills and was comparable to a level 98 peak Douluo.

Tang Hao's already cracked Clear Sky Hammer, like a fragile glass toy, let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, and instantly flew out of his hand, crashing into the distant mountain wall.

"puff--!"

The devastating force of the recoil was unleashed upon Tang Hao without reservation.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He rolled more than a dozen times before coming to a stop, his fate unknown.

"This...how is this possible..."

Tang Hao lay limp in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Wang Dong'er, who had descended from mid-air like a god, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror and despair.

"Two 100,000-year spirit rings... and your spirit power..."

Tang Hao coughed up blood while roaring in a whistling voice, as if he had seen the most unbelievable ghost in the world.

"It's only been less than a month... and your soul power has already broken through to level 95?!"

The cultivation of a Title Douluo is a process of ascending to the heavens step by step.

After level 90, even advancing one level requires years or even decades of arduous training and a stroke of good fortune.

But this girl in front of us, in less than a month, actually broke through two levels, directly jumping from level 93 to level 95 Super Douluo?

And there are two more 100,000-year soul rings?

This completely overturned Tang Hao's understanding of Soul Master cultivation that he had spent most of his life with.

On the other side, Tang San, who had been pushed away and thrown around in a daze by Tang Hao, had just raised his head when he saw his father being killed instantly with a single blow, his fate unknown.

"Dad—!!!" Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes instantly turning blood red.

However, before he could even struggle to his feet, a cold voice, like the pronouncement of death, echoed in his ears:

"Stop yelling, now it's your turn."

Huo Yuhao had appeared in front of Tang San at some point, looking down at him with a murderous intent that filled his azure eyes.

Tang San suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Huo Yuhao, who was standing right in front of him.

That face, the same age as him, yet radiating endless indifference and profundity, caused Tang San's humiliation and hatred to erupt like a volcano.

"Huo Yuhao, you treacherous and ungrateful beast, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Tang San roared madly, his eyes already bloodshot from extreme congestion.

In his previous life, he was a high and mighty god-king, accustomed to controlling everything and to everyone walking on thin ice in his schemes.

But now, he has not only lost his proud divine power, but also has to watch helplessly as his father is killed in an instant and as his "daughter" from his previous life falls into the arms of his enemy.

This enormous disparity and extreme humiliation caused Tang San to completely lose his mind.

"With your mere level thirteen soul power?" Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes looking at him as if he were looking at a dying ant.

"Tang San, do you still think you're some high and mighty Sea God or Asura God? Wake up! You're not even worthy of my attention."

"You're asking for it!"

Tang San roared, and even though his soul power was weak, his fighting instincts as a genius of the outer sect of the Tang Sect in his previous life still remained.

He swiftly swept his hands across his waist, his ten fingers creating countless afterimages like butterflies flitting among flowers.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Several extremely concealed, poisoned hidden weapons, like the hiss of venomous snakes, blocked all of Huo Yuhao's escape routes, heading straight for his face, throat, and heart.

These were the sleeve arrows and bone-piercing nails he had painstakingly crafted from the materials he used. Although crude, they still posed a deadly threat thanks to his skillful technique.

However, Huo Yuhao didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of this sudden attack with hidden weapons.

He simply stood there quietly, and suddenly a dazzling, almost blinding purple-gold light shone from the depths of his deep blue eyes.

"Buzz—"

An invisible yet vast spiritual force erupted from between Huo Yuhao's eyebrows.

An invisible ripple seemed to appear in the air.

Those lightning-fast hidden weapons were three feet away from Huo Yuhao's body.

It was as if it had crashed into an indestructible, transparent wall of air, instantly freezing in mid-air, trembling violently, and emitting a series of tooth-grinding metallic groans.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the scene in disbelief.