Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

This blow was faster and heavier than any of the previous ones.

Wherever the hammer passed, space shattered, leaving behind black cracks.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not retreat.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was as powerful as a mountain, colliding head-on with the Haotian Hammer.

boom--!

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing.

A huge crater, tens of meters wide, exploded in the center of the arena, sending debris flying into the air and blotting out the sun.

Tang Hao took seven steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

His right arm was trembling, the web between his thumb and forefinger was split open, and black mist seeped from the wound.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not move an inch, nor did he even take a step back.

He looked at Tang Hao, his gaze calm.

"Level ninety-six is ​​nothing in front of me."

Tang Hao's expression was extremely unpleasant.

He knew he was no match for Golden Crocodile Douluo, but he hadn't expected the gap to be so large.

He was level 96, while the Golden Crocodile Douluo was level 99.

He was only three levels below him, but it was precisely that three-level difference that made it impossible for him to withstand even a single move.

He gritted his teeth, and the crimson patterns on the Haotian Hammer lit up once more. A murderous aura surged from his body like a tidal wave, coalescing behind him into a massive crimson battle axe.

That was his last trump card: Asura Killing Intent, condensing killing intent into a weapon, powerful enough to severely injure a level 98 Title Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the blood-red battle axe, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He released his martial soul, the Golden Crocodile King, but after unleashing the true form of his martial soul, he could briefly reach the level of the Golden Dragon Crocodile.

A gigantic golden crocodile phantom appeared behind him. The crocodile had two ferocious dragon horns on its head, its body was covered with golden dragon scales, and its four claws were like dragon claws, exuding a terrifying pressure.

Nine spirit rings pulsed up and down, two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The pressure of a level 99 peerless Douluo pressed down on everyone as if it were a tangible force.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Crocodile, Devour the Heavens!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo struck out with a palm.

A gigantic phantom of a golden dragon crocodile burst forth from his palm, its massive jaws opening to devour Tang Hao.

Its enormous mouth blotted out the sky, as if it could swallow the entire heavens.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and swung his blood-red battle axe down.

The battle axe and the dragon crocodile collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

The crimson battle axe shattered, turning into countless crimson specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The golden dragon crocodile's phantom, its momentum undiminished, crashed straight into Tang Hao.

Tang Hao was sent flying backward, crashing into the edge of the arena and creating a huge crater.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he struggled on the ground for a few moments but couldn't get up.

That palm strike from Golden Crocodile Douluo almost severed half of his life.

Countless ribs were broken, internal organs were displaced, and the right arm hung limply at the side of the body, the sound of bones cracking still echoing in the ears.

But his eyes remained bloodshot, still burning with resentment and anger.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood still, hands behind his back, as the phantom of the Golden Dragon Crocodile slowly dissipated behind him.

He didn't pursue, but just looked at Tang Hao with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a trapped beast struggling for its life.

"Level ninety-six is ​​nothing in front of me."

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and remained silent.

His Haotian Hammer was covered with cracks, and the blood-red patterns were dull and lifeless.

A murderous aura surged around him, but it was not as intense as before.

He knew he was no match for Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The gap between level 99 and level 96 was much larger than he had imagined.

But he cannot die here. He has not yet avenged himself, he has not yet rescued Ah Yin, and the Spirit Hall still stands on the continent.

He took a deep breath and channeled the last bit of killing intent within him.

That murderous aura coursed through his meridians like a venomous snake, severing meridians wherever it passed.

The excruciating pain made him tremble all over, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Want to run?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's brow twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to strike out with a palm. The palm wind was as strong as a mountain, crushing down on Tang Hao.

Tang Hao advanced instead of retreating.

Instead of facing the palm strike, he suddenly turned around, and the Clear Sky Hammer flew out of his hand, turning into a streak of bloody light, and smashed straight towards the Spirit Hall seat behind Golden Crocodile Douluo, and towards Ling Feng.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed slightly. He withdrew his palm and returned to defense, slapping the Clear Sky Hammer away with one palm.

But in that brief moment, Tang Hao moved.

He burned half of his soul power, transforming into a streak of blood-red light that shot off towards the edge of the arena.

Its speed was astonishing; even Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't intercept it in time.

"Chase!" Qian Gu Xiaoye took a step forward.

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his hand to stop him. "No need to chase after him."

He stared intently in the direction Tang Hao had disappeared, his gaze deep. "He burned half his life force; even if he escapes, he won't live much longer."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye remained silent for a moment before retracting his Panlong Staff.

Dugu Bo walked over, clutching his chest and looking pale.

"Second Elder, that Tang Hao... how did he become so strong?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head: "His power is not his own. That killing intent comes from a being higher than us."

He raised his head and looked at the sky, a hint of solemnity flashing in his golden eyes.

"god."

The entire hall fell silent. Emperor Xueye's face was deathly pale, and Xue Qinghe clenched his fists.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's fingers trembled slightly, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.

Yu Yuanzhen stood in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's seat, expressionless, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

God.

A fallen soul master favored by the gods, a titled Douluo with eight black and one red soul rings.

The Spirit Hall's banners fluttered in the wind, but a shadow fell over everyone's heart.

Ling Feng stood on the Spirit Hall seat, looking in the direction where Tang Hao had disappeared, without saying a word.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and whispered, "Xiao Feng, what are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I'm thinking about how to kill him next time we meet."

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His voice was calm, so calm that it made Qian Renxue's heart tighten.

In the wilderness outside Tiandou City, a streak of blood-red light descended from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground.

Tang Hao lay amidst the rubble, covered in blood, barely breathing.

His right arm was completely ruined, seven ribs were broken, his internal organs were displaced, and most of his meridians were shattered.

He nearly died before he could escape from the clutches of the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He looked up at the gray sky and suddenly laughed. The laugh was ferocious and insane.

"Golden Crocodile... Eternal Valiant Night... Eternal Soaring Wind... You wait... I will return..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared into the wind.

A blood-red mist emanated from his body, enveloping him entirely.

The mist slowly condensed, transforming into a blood-red pillar of light that shot into the sky.

When the beam of light disappeared, Tang Hao was nowhere to be seen.

All that remained was a charred crater and a pool of black blood.

The City of Slaughter, the Underground Palace. Blood pools surge, murderous intent permeates the air.

A crimson beam of light descended from the sky and landed in the center of the blood pool. As the beam dissipated, Tang Hao's figure appeared.

Covered in blood, barely breathing, but still alive.

The King of Slaughter stood by the pool of blood, looking at him. His crimson eyes held no surprise, only calm.

"You failed."

Tang Hao struggled to climb out of the blood pool, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.

"Golden Crocodile... Level 99... I'm no match for him..."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Level ninety-nine is indeed beyond your current capabilities, but you still have time."

Tang Hao raised his head and looked at him.

"Our lord said that the Spirit Hall's fortune will not remain at its peak forever."

The King of Slaughter turned and walked deeper into the stone chamber. "Come back when you're healed."

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, head bowed, motionless.