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

His gaze toward Tang Hao suddenly turned somewhat sympathetic.

Tang Hao also noticed the four spirit rings under Xiaotianquan's feet, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Four.

A thought flashed through his mind.

This guy must have used some kind of secret technique to hide his true cultivation level and the number of his soul rings. Otherwise, how could a Soul King who hasn't even acquired his fifth soul ring fight me like this?

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and put all distracting thoughts behind him.

His body merged with the phantom behind him, and he soared into the sky, rushing towards the Howling Celestial Dog like a shooting star.

"die--!"

The Haotian Hammer crashed down.

The giant hammer in the phantom's hand also slammed down.

This hammer blow even produced a sonic boom, tearing the air apart and creating a deafening roar.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the giant hammer that was falling from the sky, his expression as calm as still water.

Not flustered at all.

Throughout the entire process, Xiaotian Dog never used any soul skills.

Even he himself was unaware of the true strength of the Celestial Hound.

In the past six years, by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, the Celestial Hound has condensed four growing soul rings, each with a lifespan of 99,999 years, just one step away from 100,000 years.

Even if Tang Hao blew up eight of his spirit rings, even if he blew up his last 100,000-year spirit ring, he probably still wouldn't be able to cause any real damage to Xiaotian Dog.

"Howling Celestial Hound," Yang Jian said softly, "use your first soul skill."

"Oh, and remember to spare his life; I have other plans for him."

"Wang!"

The Celestial Hound responded, and the first black spirit ring beneath its feet lit up.

Its first soul skill has no fancy name, but its effect is simple and brutal.

Strengthen bite force!

Golden light covered the celestial hound's teeth, making each tooth as sharp as a divine weapon, gleaming with a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

It raised its head, opened its mouth wide, and bit down at the Haotian Hammer that was smashing down.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar.

The golden light collided with the crimson light, and the shockwave spread in all directions.

The shockwave pushed Yue Guan back several hundred meters, barely managing to regain his footing, but his eyes remained fixed on the center of the light.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The giant hammer in the phantom's hand shattered inch by inch under the teeth of the Howling Celestial Dog.

Cracks spread from the hammerhead to the handle, from the handle to the phantom's arm, then to its shoulder and chest... Finally, the entire phantom collapsed, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

"what?!"

Tang Hao's face was filled with disbelief.

Before he could react, the celestial dog's claws had already struck.

"boom--!"

Tang Hao was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing into the ground like a cannonball, creating a crater over a hundred meters deep, with dust billowing into the sky.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, his breath extremely weak.

His eyes were half-open, his consciousness was blurred, and he had fallen into a deep coma.

The Celestial Hound stood at the edge of the pit, with several shallow wounds on his body, but no blood was flowing.

Yang Jian walked over, looked at Tang Hao at the bottom of the pit, and praised Xiaotian Dog.

"Well done."

"Woof!" The Celestial Hound returned to its normal size, rubbed against Yang Jian's calf, and then turned into a white light, disappearing into his left palm.

At this moment, Yue Guan flew over and landed beside Yang Jian. Looking down at Tang Hao, who was half-dead at the bottom of the pit, he gasped.

He had countless questions in his mind.

When were the spirit rings attached to the Celestial Hound?

Why is it so powerful?

But in the end, I didn't ask.

There are some things that Yang Jian will naturally say when he wants to.

"Just kill him."

Yue Guan looked at Tang Hao, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. This troublemaker cannot be allowed to live.

"No rush," Yang Jian shook his head.

Yue Guan was taken aback, but didn't ask any more questions. He flew down into the pit and used his soul power to lift Tang Hao out of the hundreds-of-meters-deep pit and place him on the ground.

Tang Hao lay on the ground, weak and covered in blood, looking like a corpse.

Yang Jian looked at the unconscious Tang Hao, flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

He walked up to Tang Hao, raised his knife, aimed at Tang Hao's left ankle, and slashed down.

Chapter 44 Tang Hao: What more do you want from me?

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

"what--!"

Tang Hao let out a piercing scream, waking up from his unconsciousness in pain.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, his face covered in cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

"Who...who is it!"

His gaze swept around, and he saw Yang Jian and Yue Guan. The scene of the battle just now flashed through his mind, and his face turned pale instantly.

He remembered.

I lost.

He was defeated by a Soul King whom he had never taken seriously.

Tang Hao instinctively wanted to run away, and tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground with his hands.

But the injuries were too severe; all the bones in his body felt like they were broken, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

He struggled for a moment, then fell back down, like a fish thrown ashore.

Looking at Tang Hao's disheveled appearance, Yang Jian curled up a mocking smile, turned to look at Yue Guan, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if they were having a casual chat.

"Look, our Haotian Douluo is scared." He raised his chin, gesturing for Yue Guan to look at Tang Hao's expression. "Look at that look in his eyes, it truly matches his status as a stray dog."

Yue Guan laughed along, his voice full of mockery.

"That's right, a stray dog ​​should act like a stray dog, just like a dog."

Tang Hao trembled with anger upon hearing these words.

Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, the youngest titled Douluo on the continent, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you." He said through gritted teeth, each word distinct, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't expect to hear me beg for mercy!"

Yang Jian shook his head, his smile unchanged.

"No, no, no." He crouched down to be at Tang Hao's eye level. "How could I possibly kill Haotian Douluo?"

Tang Hao was taken aback.

Yang Jian's smile deepened.

"I just want you to keep your promise."

Tang Hao frowned: "What promise?"

"You said that not long ago," Yang Jian's voice was slow and teasing, "If I survive today, you're not a man."

"Have you forgotten?"

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly dilated.

He finally understood what Yang Jian was trying to do.

A chill rose up from my spine and instantly spread throughout my body.

He stared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, his anger replaced by fear, and all color drained from his face.

He wanted to run away.

His strong will to survive made him unleash his last bit of strength at that moment.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands and desperately crawled backward.

Seeing this, Yang Jian gently kicked a small pebble away.

His strength is immense.

The pebble flew out at supersonic speeds, creating a white sonic boom cloud in the air.

The pebble hit Tang Hao precisely between his legs.