Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

But peaceful days cannot last forever.

On this day, a deafening roar suddenly echoed above the Spirit Hall.

The sound rolled across the sky like thunder, making the windows rattle.

"Yang Jian! You get the hell out here! I'll kill you today!"

All eyes turned to the sky.

A middle-aged man stood in mid-air, wearing a tattered robe, with messy hair and a stubble-covered face, looking like a homeless person.

But in his hand he held a hammer, its head engraved with intricate patterns that gleamed with a dark golden light.

Haotian Hammer!

Hu Liena ran out of the room immediately, looked up, and saw the Haotian Hammer in the middle-aged man's hand. Her pupils suddenly contracted.

She was an elite trainee and recognized it at a glance as the iconic martial spirit of the Clear Sky Sect.

But the Haotian Sect has clearly been destroyed, so where did this guy come from?

Moreover, judging from his appearance, he is very strong, and his minimum strength is at least a Title Douluo.

Does the Haotian Sect still have such powerful survivors?

Hu Liena felt a pang of anxiety, but she didn't want to disturb Yang Jian.

She hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Wake Yang Jian up?

However, the other party is currently in seclusion, and interrupting them rashly could lead to a qi deviation.

Should we not wake him?

But that person outside is clearly after Yang Jian; what if something happens...?

Just as she was struggling with her decision, a golden light flashed across the sky.

Qian Daoliu's figure appeared in mid-air, standing opposite the middle-aged man.

Hu Liena breathed a sigh of relief; with the High Priest in charge, there would definitely be no problem.

In the sky, Qian Daoliu frowned as he looked at the disheveled man in front of him.

"You are... Tang Hao?"

Based on his previous impressions, he recognized the person who came.

Tang Hao, Haotian Douluo, a former genius and an old rival of Qian Xunji.

But it felt a little different, I can't quite put my finger on it, it just felt different.

Tang Hao's eyes were colder and more crazed than before, and he exuded an inexplicable evil aura.

Tang Hao roared, "Qian Daoliu! This is none of your business today! Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll not only kill Yang Jian today, but I'll also kill you! And while I'm at it, I'll completely destroy the Spirit Hall!"

His voice was very sharp, so sharp that it was hard to tell if it was male or female; it sounded like two knives rubbing together.

His expression was distorted, with a sinister smile playing on his lips, sending chills down one's spine.

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, feeling something was off.

Although Tang Hao was arrogant before, he never spoke like this.

He shook his head, his tone tinged with disdain: "Tang Hao, even your grandfather wouldn't dare speak to me like that. Do you really think you can threaten me?"

He is quite confident in himself.

As far as I can remember, Tang Hao was only around level 95. Although I was seriously injured and not as strong as I was at my peak, I was still more than capable of dealing with Tang Hao.

He's lived for so many years, what storms hasn't he seen?

A mere kid like him can't cause any trouble.

"Hahahaha!"

Tang Hao let out a wild laugh, the sound of which shook the sky.

A powerful aura erupted from him, scattering leaves on the ground and causing the roof tiles of the Spirit Hall to rattle loudly.

That was an aura that surpassed even the peerless Douluo, and was even stronger than Qian Daoliu at his peak.

"what?!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.

He could sense that Tang Hao's current strength had surpassed that of a Peerless Douluo, and was even stronger than his own at his peak.

This is absurd! How did Tang Hao do that?!

"Hehe, are you surprised?"

Tang Hao smiled, but it looked creepy.

His mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin, his eyes gleaming with a blood-red light. "Want to know why? I won't tell you! Today, you only need to know one thing: anyone who stands in my way dies!"

Qian Daoliu gripped his longsword tightly, his face more solemn than ever before.

He could sense that Tang Hao was emanating a strange power, a power that did not belong to humans or soul beasts, but rather to an evil aura from the abyss.

He knew that today's battle would probably not be easy.

His gaze swept over Yang Jian's small courtyard below, and he secretly prayed that the boy would emerge from seclusion in time.

Chapter 194 Sendoryu's Challenge

Qian Daoliu did not back down.

His body swayed slightly in the night wind, but his feet remained firmly planted in mid-air, like nails.

He has lived for nearly two hundred years, seen too many storms and experienced too many life-or-death situations. What storms haven't he seen?

Although Tang Hao's aura was astonishing, the Spirit Hall was right behind him, the Hall of Offerings was right beneath his feet, and there were still tens of thousands of lives lost in Spirit City.

If he retires, the Spirit Hall is finished.

His face was expressionless, but his right hand had already quietly gripped the golden longsword, and the gem at the tip of the sword shone with a faint golden light—that was him secretly gathering strength, ready to strike at any moment.

He quickly calculated in his mind: Tang Hao's strength exceeded expectations, but that didn't mean he would definitely lose this battle.

"You ungrateful old fool, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Tang Hao's voice was sharp and piercing, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together, or like the roar of some kind of wild beast.

He raised the Haotian Hammer high above his head, and the patterns on the hammer instantly lit up, with dark golden light gushing out from the patterns, turning the entire sky a dim yellow.

A heavy sense of oppression filled the air, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

He slammed his hammer down with tremendous force, the hammer shadow as large as a mountain, blotting out the sky and the sun, carrying an aura of world destruction, crashing down towards Qian Daoliu's head.

Before the hammer's shadow even landed, the ground had already begun to crack, the tiles on the Spirit Hall's roof were falling off with a clatter, and the bluestone slabs on the plaza were creaking under the weight.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

The nine spirit rings beneath his feet lit up simultaneously, their black and red light intertwining, making him appear like a deity straight out of mythology.

His body swelled up dramatically, and a colossal phantom of an angel appeared behind him, its six wings spreading wide, blotting out the sky, each feather gleaming with a sacred and majestic golden light.

The angel's face was blurred, but its eyes were clearly visible, exuding a compassionate kindness and an inviolable majesty.

Seventh Soul Skill: Angelic True Form.

He raised his golden longsword high, and the blade burst forth with dazzling white light, which transformed into a thick pillar of light that met Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer head-on.

The angelic phantom raised its hands at the same time, its six wings folding in front of it, as if to block some kind of flood or ferocious beast.

With a deafening roar, the beam of light collided with the Haotian Hammer in mid-air, unleashing a blindingly bright light that illuminated the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

The sound waves spread in all directions, surging towards the ground like a tsunami. Trees were uprooted wherever they passed, and dense cracks appeared on the walls of houses. Several old houses that had been in disrepair collapsed with a roar, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Qian Daoliu's body was knocked back hundreds of meters by this blow, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground, sending stones flying and mud scattering everywhere.

His arm was numb, a trickle of blood seeped from the base of his thumb, and the golden longsword trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a humming sound.

He looked down at his hand holding the scepter, and his heart sank even further.

Tang Hao's power was stronger than he had expected, and that power was mixed with a strange aura. It was a power he had never seen before, not belonging to soul power, not belonging to the power of soul beasts, but more like something from a higher plane.

But he did not back down.

He held the golden longsword horizontally in front of him, emitting a brilliant golden light. The angelic phantom behind him spread its arms, and countless golden arrows shot out from the phantom's wings, densely packed, like a golden rainstorm, pouring towards Tang Hao.

Sixth Soul Skill: Angel's Arrow.

Each arrow of light carries the power to purify evil, enough to riddle any Title Douluo with holes.

"hehe."

Tang Hao sneered, his laughter filled with disdain.

He swept his Haotian Hammer in front of him, and a dark golden light curtain appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.

The golden arrows of light struck the light screen, making clanging sounds like a downpour hitting an iron plate.

Not a single arrow of light could penetrate the light barrier; they were all deflected and shot in all directions, blasting deep craters into the ground, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

Tang Hao's mouth stretched to his ears, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were straightened. His eyes were full of madness and pride, like a child who had received a new and exciting toy.

He raised the Haotian Hammer again and brought it down.

This time, the force was even greater than before, and the speed was also faster. The air was torn apart wherever the hammer passed, producing a sharp and ear-piercing sonic boom, like something screaming.

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and unleashed his eighth soul skill, Angelic Judgment.

The angelic phantom behind him clasped its hands together, and a thick golden pillar of light descended from the sky, carrying a holy and scorching aura, as if it could even purify the void.

The beam of light fell precisely at the top of Tang Hao's head.

Qian Daoliu believed that even if this attack couldn't defeat Tang Hao, it would at least severely injure him and make him wary.

Tang Hao looked up at the golden pillar of light descending from the sky, his expression unchanged.

He didn't even dodge; the Haotian Hammer in his hand once again shone with a dazzling dark golden light, mixed with a faint trace of blood red.

He swung the Haotian Hammer sharply, meeting the golden beam of light head-on.