Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

The air around the hammer was compressed to its limit, emitting a piercing shriek. The sound was sharp and mournful, as if hundreds of vengeful ghosts were howling in the wind at the same time.

Kong Tianxu remained standing in the same spot, not retreating an inch, but he sank deeper and deeper, his body undulating as if melting.

When the Chaotic Cloak reached its eightieth strike, Tang Hao was completely enveloped in a dark red light.

His body was almost indistinguishable as he spun at high speed; only the increasingly bright Haotian Hammer, like a blood-red sun about to fall, shone with a light in the darkness that was too dazzling to look at directly.

The eightieth hammer fell.

The power of this hammer blow far exceeded any of the previous blows, or rather, it was the sum of the previous seventy-nine blows. It was no longer Tang Hao who was wielding it, but power itself, the pure power that the two of them had poured into it!

As the dark red hammer slashed through the air, it even left a visible vacuum trail. The space around the hammer twisted even more violently, as if it would be torn apart by this pure and extreme power in the next instant, or as if it had already been torn apart countless times and then compressed and solidified again by its unparalleled weight.

Kong Tianxu simply threw a punch.

The moment the fists collided, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Then, a deafening explosion rang out.

The sound was so loud it no longer resembled a sound, but rather a shockwave that struck deep into the soul. The surrounding buildings finally collapsed completely under its impact, raising clouds of dust.

Those who were a little further away covered their ears and squatted down, their faces showing extreme pain.

Tang Hao's figure was thrown high into the air from the dust and mist like a stone that had been struck.

His hands split open at the base of his thumbs, blood dripping down the hammer handles. His entire body was like a cracked piece of porcelain, instantly bursting open with countless blood-red cracks.

But he continued to spin, blood droplets falling like a beaded curtain, his howling accompanied by a sound like lamentation and weeping.

Kong Tianxu only looked a little shorter.

His body was like a nail, hammered into the ground. Where his feet sank, a deep, bottomless crack appeared in the ground, and half of his calves were submerged in the broken bluestone.

But the smile on his face was brighter than ever.

He pulled his legs out of the ground.

Then a white bolt of lightning shot into the sky!

Kong Tianxu clenched his left fist, and purple-gold light condensed wildly on his left arm, turning his entire fist into a dazzling ball of light.

He was rising, Tang Hao was tumbling, and the distance between them was closing at an astonishing rate.

Fifty meters. Thirty meters. Ten meters.

Just as Kong Tianxu's fist was about to touch Tang Hao, a smile suddenly appeared on Tang Hao's face, which was mostly covered by beard and bloodstains.

"Die."

Then, he saw that all nine spirit rings on Tang Hao's body lit up at the same time.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The light of the nine spirit rings intertwined, no longer their individual colors, but merging into a chaotic and violent light.

The light burst forth from Tang Hao's body, enveloping his body, his Clear Sky Hammer, and everything around him.

Nine rings explode simultaneously. Overlapping chaotic cloaks, eighty-one.

Tang Hao's blood gushed out like a fountain.

The combined impact of the nine rings exploding had exceeded the limits of his already battered body. Every old wound on his body burst open at that moment, and blood gushed out from countless cracks, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

But the Haotian Hammer in his hand emitted the most dazzling light of its life amidst the blood-red glow. Its size increased again, and the red patterns on the hammer seemed to come alive, twisting wildly, and the entire hammer trembled with an almost mournful sound.

The hammer fell.

Kong Tianxu only threw out his left fist.

As he threw a punch, the air within a hundred-meter radius seemed to be completely compressed and pushed into that punch, and everything behind him lost its color.

The dim world and the pure white humanoid figure, facing the terrifying Haotian Hammer, suddenly evoked a sense of immense grandeur.

And so, the dragon's blood came to its aid at this moment!

A layer of fine, purplish-gold scales suddenly appeared on Kong Tianxu's left arm! The scales spread from his shoulder to his fingertips, each only the size of a fingernail, with sharp edges and a deep, warm luster on its surface.

Behind the ultimate tragedy lies a silent roar of fury!

Titan Snow Demon King's left arm bone, the wrath of the Titans!

Wherever a punch passes, space itself must yield.

How could the Haotian Hammer escape unscathed?

Click.

Cracks appeared on the body of the Haotian Hammer.

Cracks spread outwards from the center of the collision like a spiderweb, instantly covering the entire Haotian Hammer. Dark red light surged wildly from those cracks, like the final lament of a dying beast.

On the hammer handle, a pair of shattered arms still clung tightly.

Tang Hao looked up at the scene, seemingly still somewhat bewildered. He tried to reach out, but only the stark white bone at the base of his shoulder twitched, like a bird with broken wings.

And so, he fell like a bird with broken wings.

Tang Hao crashed heavily to the ground, landing right in the two craters where Kong Tianxu had fallen. The inertia of free fall instantly crushed the bones in his legs into powder.

So, he who was just standing on the ground suddenly found himself lying on his back, his chest heaving violently as blood gushed out.

Kong Tianxu slowly descended from the sky, moving his bruised left arm slightly unnaturally. The purplish-gold scales faded away one by one, and his knuckles gleamed with a dark red luster under the golden firelight.

He blew a gentle breath, and the wound began to heal rapidly.

According to his familiar standards, the power of Tang Hao's hammer strike was probably higher than the full-force attack of a level 98 Super Douluo. In this era, it could indeed be considered top-tier among top-tier attacks.

But today, he can also say something that the Dark Dragon Emperor Long Xiaoyao once said to Xuanzi.

"That's all there is to it."

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, staring intently at Kong Tianxu with his bloodshot eyes.

“You’re scared. You’ve been scared ever since you challenged me to a contest of strength.”

Kong Tianxu leaned down slightly, his purple-gold eyes meeting Tang Hao's bloodshot eyes.

"You have no idea what strength is."

Tang Hao opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He provoked Kong Tianxu with words so that the other party would not avoid the overlapping of the chaotic cloak and would then unleash the final nine-ring simultaneous explosion to win with absolute power.

Kong Tianxu did not dodge, but he still lost.

We are simply not as strong as others.

Kong Tianxu raised his left arm again, the left arm that could withstand the impact of the Haotian Hammer that exploded with the nine rings.

A beautiful dark blue hue appeared amidst the ruins.

Tang Hao's eyes widened suddenly, the confusion, anger, and regret within them now transforming into an indescribable fear.

"That's enough for now."

Kong Tianxu threw a punch with his left arm.

Tang Hao's chest caved in. His eyes widened, but his pupils dilated for a moment.

The legendary Haotian Douluo has fallen.

"dad--!"

A heart-wrenching cry, for the heartbroken person.

Not far away, Tang San, a young man with beautiful dark blue hair and bright eyes, stopped in his tracks, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with rage.

Chapter 351 Playing with Three

Tang San felt his hands, feet, brain, and heart getting cold.

He lost his mother at a young age and relied solely on his father, Tang Hao, for survival. Although this adoptive father didn't care much about him and he often had to cook for himself, at least he had a father.

This made him feel for the first time that he was no longer the flame chasing the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, but a growing blade of grass, not necessarily very strong, but able to survive on a handful of thin soil.

But now, Tang Hao is dead.

His father was punched to death right in front of him.

He was an orphan in his previous life, and he is still an orphan now.

Anger, and murderous intent.

A chilling rage mixed with a sea of ​​blood-red killing intent surged forth. Tang San's heart was filled with the determination for revenge, but his mind remained incredibly calm.

He knew very well that, facing a powerful figure capable of killing his father, Haotian Douluo, even under the special rules of the Slaughter City, he might only have one chance to make a move.

How can I kill my opponent if I only have one chance to strike?

Since the innate abilities of a martial spirit and the skills attached to a soul bone are not affected by the special domain of the City of Slaughter, is it the Purple Extreme Divine Light of the wisdom skull condensed over 60,000 years? Or is it the Eight Spider Lances that have undergone multiple evolutions?

No, neither.

The Blue Silver Emperor, which had been perfectly concealed, suddenly began to dance wildly around him, blocking most of the outside world's view. A layer of pale blue light burst outwards. Under this highly deceptive cover, Tang San raised both hands simultaneously, about to raise them.

This is the opening move of the "King of Hell's Decree".

The Yama's Decree, of course, is the Yama's Decree. Its potent poison alone is enough to kill a Title Douluo.

The third skill of the Tang Clan is the Yama's Decree.

But just as Tang San was about to throw out the two small black needles with all his might, he saw the man opposite him glancing in his direction through the crystalline blue patterns of the Blue Silver Emperor.

Even Tang San, who was extremely oblivious to the difference between beauty and ugliness, couldn't help but feel ashamed the moment he saw the other person's face.

The other party merely glanced at him casually, without any of the imposing presence or hostility he had anticipated.

It's like a lion that has just killed its prey, proudly roaming the bloody ground after the battle, when it happens upon a dung beetle struggling to lift a ball of dung.

The dung beetle felt it was doing something incredibly important and great, so the lion glanced at it.

Just one glance.

A terrifying mental shock roared in!

Tang San considered himself a man of strong will, but faced with this godlike aura, he felt fear for the first time. It wasn't just an absolute suppression of his will, but also an indifference that seemed to differentiate between the very essence of life and soul.

This pressure was like wind, rain, raging waves, and thunder, but he himself was no longer the small boat that could sway with the waves without capsizing at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.