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

With a thought, the dazzling and radiant Goddess of Light butterfly gracefully and majestically unfurled behind Wang Dong'er.

As the butterfly's wings trembled, countless shimmering points of light scattered down, instantly dispelling the heavy oppressive feeling brought by Tang Hao.

What's even more astonishing are the spirit rings rising from beneath her feet: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red!

Two! Two 100,000-year soul rings!

"What?!" The greed on Tang Hao's face was instantly replaced by horror.

He exclaimed in shock, "You...you've actually achieved a title?! And...how could your eighth ring also be 100,000 years old?!"

He clearly remembered that Wang Dong'er's eighth spirit ring was a ten-thousand-year black spirit ring.

How come the eighth spirit ring is now 100,000 years old? This completely defies the common sense of the spirit master world.

Wang Dong'er did not answer his question, but simply tilted her head slightly and gently rubbed Huo Yuhao's hair behind her.

Her movements were gentle yet firm, as if silently telling him:

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

This subtle gesture was more soothing to Huo Yuhao's turbulent emotions than any words, and it made him even more certain that this was his Dong'er.

"There are many things you don't know." Wang Dong'er turned back, her gaze refocusing on Tang Hao, her voice icy.

Her eighth spirit ring was provided by a top-tier insect-type spirit beast that was over 90,000 years old.

The ninth soul ring came from a Sky-Splitting Demon Butterfly with a cultivation level of over 100,000 years.

During the process of absorbing the 100,000-year-old spirit ring and the left arm bone of the Sky-Splitting Demon Butterfly, the energies of the martial spirit, spirit ring, and spirit bone intertwined and resonated.

It produced a strange evolution, which actually pushed her original eighth spirit ring to the level of 100,000 years.

Such an opportunity is truly extraordinary.

He sensed Wang Dong'er's terrifying aura, which was in no way inferior to his own, and even surpassed it in the quality of her spirit rings.

Tang Hao's expression kept changing.

The opponent possesses twin martial souls; currently, only the Goddess of Light Butterfly has been revealed, while the Clear Sky Hammer remains undisclosed.

Although he had a cultivation level of 94, his old injuries had not yet healed, and the outcome of a real fight was uncertain.

More importantly... Xiao San is still in Holy Soul Village. He can't risk his life here, and he can't be exposed.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Hao had already begun to consider retreating.

He forcibly suppressed his surging anger and rage, forcing a stiff expression onto his face.

His tone softened: "Wang Dong'er... Sect Master! Perhaps today's events are a misunderstanding."

"After all, we both come from the Clear Sky Sect and are connected by blood. If we kill each other here, it will make us a laughing stock in the eyes of the Spirit Hall or other forces, and it will damage the foundation and reputation of my Clear Sky Sect."

"How about we just drop this matter?"

He tried to use the greater good of the sect to bind Wang Dong'er, thus giving himself a way out.

However, upon hearing this, Wang Dong'er merely curled her lips into a mocking smile.

A misunderstanding? Or should we consider the bigger picture?

Yuhao, who bullied her, coveted the position of sect leader and had ulterior motives. Now that he sees things are not going well, he wants to use a flimsy "misunderstanding" and "the greater good of the sect" to get away with it?

Wang Dong'er's voice was icy: "Tang Hao, you bullied children first, then coveted the Sect Master's token. You even tried to attack the Sect Master. Now you want to leave? Did you even ask me?"

"Wang Dong'er, you—!" Tang Hao's roar was abruptly interrupted by an extremely dazzling stream of light.

Wang Dong'er didn't bother to waste words with him. A cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her second soul ring suddenly lit up.

With a gentle flap of its wings, the Goddess of Light Butterfly unleashed countless condensed "Butterfly God Lights" that poured out like a sudden storm, instantly sealing off all of Tang Hao's escape routes.

Tang Hao's pupils shrank suddenly. In his haste, he could only hold the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally in front of him and frantically pour in his boundless soul power. The hammer shone with a dark light and transformed into a thick barrier of soul power.

boom!

The light rain struck the Haotian Hammer, producing a continuous series of explosions.

Tang Hao grunted, the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and he was shaken so badly that he slid back several steps.

What alarmed him even more was that a few streaks of light pierced through the defenses, leaving several charred holes in the linen robe on his chest. His skin burned, and he was already injured.

"Wang Dong'er, don't force me!" Tang Hao steadied himself, looked down at the wound on his chest, and his eyes became bloodshot.

His response was met with even more resolute action from Wang Dong'er.

The deep black seventh spirit ring behind her suddenly emitted a sun-like light.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Form!"

A cold shout rang out, and Wang Dong'er's figure was instantly swallowed up by endless light.

The next moment, an enormous, breathtakingly beautiful phantom of the Goddess of Light appeared proudly.

As the butterfly spreads its wings, each feather radiates a sacred glow, and with a gentle flutter, invisible ripples of light spread outwards.

The terrifying divine pressure made the air thick and sticky.

Tang Hao's face turned ashen, knowing there was no room for negotiation; the other party was determined to keep him here.

He roared and activated the true form of the Clear Sky Hammer without hesitation.

Two completely different auras of Title Douluo clashed fiercely in mid-air. Before they even officially started fighting, the wind and clouds changed color and the earth trembled.

However, Wang Dong'er's deadly moves came one after another, giving Tang Hao no chance to catch his breath.

The ninth spirit ring behind her suddenly erupted with a light that eclipsed the heavens and earth.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Heaven-Splitting Demon Slash."

Without any probing or holding back, the first move was the most powerful killing blow.

Wang Dong'er was furious at Tang Hao's bullying of Huo Yuhao and his coveting of the Sect Master's Token.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—even if he couldn't kill him, he would make him pay a heavy price and vent his anger for Yuhao.

The true form of the Goddess of Light Butterfly suddenly folded its wings forward, and endless divine power of light gathered wildly, transforming into a slender, dazzling blade of light.

The moment the light blade appeared, only pure black and white remained, and a terrifying aura that severed cause and effect and destroyed gods and demons locked onto Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's eyes widened; he sensed a deadly threat emanating from the blade of light.

In his current state, if he were to take this blow head-on, he would either die or be severely injured, and it might even shake his very foundation.

At the critical moment of life and death, a hint of madness and heartache flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

He roared hoarsely, "Explode the rings!"

Boom! Boom!

The two outermost yellow century-old soul rings beneath his feet shattered instantly.

An unimaginably violent torrent of soul power surged into his body in an instant, even causing his meridians to swell and ache, and blood to spill from his mouth and nose.

At the same time, Tang Hao's aura suddenly surged to a terrifying level, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand solidified several times over, its dark light soaring into the sky.

"Open for me!" Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands, pouring all the power he gained from the exploding rings into it without reservation, and smashed it fiercely towards the Heaven-Splitting Divine Demon Slash.

Sizzle—!!!

An indescribable, piercing tearing sound rang out.

The next instant, a clear crack appeared on the phantom of the jet-black hammer, and then it shattered into pieces.

Tang Hao was struck as if by a heavy blow, and his whole body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into half of a broken wall in the distance before coming to a stop.