Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

With the first match concluded, the referee from the Spirit Hall stepped forward to announce the results.

"Gentlemen, I won't waste any more words. Those who wish to compete for the qualification of the world's number one weapon spirit may enter."

After announcing the victory of the Holy Dragon Sect, the referee from the Spirit Hall didn't say much and immediately started the second arena match. This competition, which involved a spot for the Clear Sky Sect, had attracted the attention of countless spirit master forces.

"Yang Hao of the Broken Clan, please enlighten me."

A figure suddenly darted out from the Spirit Hall's camp, and upon arriving in the arena, raised his right hand, revealing a black spear with six spirit rings encircling it, displaying considerable power.

"The Broken Clan, isn't that a force that originally belonged to the Haotian Sect?"

"That's all ancient history. After they joined the Spirit Hall, they were immediately trained as direct disciples. Although they can't compare to the Holy Dragon Sect, they are no worse than the four lower sects."

"This is going to be interesting. Do you think the people from the Haotian Sect will be furious?"

……

The appearance of Yang Hao of the Broken Clan came as a surprise to many, and his appearance also caused many forces to back down.

First the Holy Dragon Sect, then the Breaking Clan—these are all forces closely related to the Spirit Hall. Could it be that the Spirit Hall is planning to pre-select the next Seven Sects in this reorganization?

After having this thought, many people lost their desire to show off. The Spirit Hall is too strong now, and no force in the Spirit Master world dares to provoke it.

"Feng Cang of the Wind Sword Sect, please enlighten me."

Just as many people were wondering what was going on, a dashing figure arrived, riding a sword that seemed to pierce the air. A long sword with a blue glow danced and swirled beneath his feet. After carrying this person into the arena, a beam of sword light suddenly shot out, accompanied by a shout.

"Good timing."

Yang Hao was not afraid of the flying sword light. Instead, he took the initiative to step forward and sweep his spear horizontally. The spear tip met the sword edge, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

The path of the Destroyer Clan is one of extreme aggression, with no retreat, attack against attack. This fighting style is sufficient to handle most situations, but it is also easily countered by some opponents.

Feng Cang of the Wind Sword Sect can be said to be able to restrain Yang Hao, or rather, the two restrain each other, because their paths are similar, both pursuing extreme offensive tactics.

The seven major sects of Douluo Continent each represent the pinnacle of seven fields; in other words, they are all Soul Masters of the Limitless Style.

The three upper sects, needless to say, excel in not only more powerful but also more comprehensive areas, making them significantly stronger than the four lower sects.

However, the lower four sects are not weak either. The Elephant Armor Sect is good at defense, and their defense is much higher than that of the Yu Clan. Hu Yanzhen can completely crush Niu Gao, a Soul Douluo of the same path.

The Wind Sword Sect is the ultimate attack sect among the four lower sects, and its path is similar to that of the Breaking Clan, but their overall strength is far greater than that of the Breaking Clan.

Just as the Elephant Armor Sect was eager to compete for the top three sects, the Wind Sword Sect also wanted to rise to the top. Moreover, they had a good relationship with the Spirit Hall, so naturally they were not afraid of this Broken Clan.

"The Wind Sword Sect has already joined in, so what are we all afraid of? If we were afraid, what would be the point of competing for the Seven Great Sects?"

"Exactly, if you're afraid of this and that, why come to this Seven Sects Selection Conference?"

"There's nothing to say. I've come all this way, and I'd be unwilling to leave without playing."

……

The appearance of Feng Cang from the Wind Sword Sect immediately stirred the minds of many. Amidst a chorus of excited voices, figures rushed onto the arena, and another chaotic battle ensued.

"metropolitan."

In a corner of the square, behind Tang Xiao, two rather burly middle-aged men clasped their hands in a salute. Although they didn't say much, their meaning was clear.

Tang Xiao didn't hesitate for long. He looked at the two of them and nodded. "Tang Long, Tang Hu, remember to make a name for your Haotian Sect."

"Yes."

The two didn't hesitate. After agreeing, they exchanged a glance and then almost simultaneously leaped onto the stage. As they flew onto the arena, their figures intertwined, releasing their martial spirits. An extremely intense and murderous aura immediately swept across the entire arena.

Chapter 447 Haotian Reappears

On the central Martial Soul Square of Longxing City, a fierce battle of weapon martial souls is raging. All forces that intend to compete for the title of the top weapon martial soul sect have sent out their most outstanding experts.

However, as the fierce battle raged on, no one emerged who could sweep across the entire arena like Tuoba Hong had in the previous battle. Just when everyone thought the situation would remain so stalemate, two figures leaped into the air, unleashing a terrifying power.

The two simultaneously leaped into the sky, unleashing the ultimate strike of their martial spirits with their backs to the blazing sun. The powerful and heavy hammers crashed to the ground like meteors, sweeping out two empty circles with a single blow.

"This martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon martial spirit in the world."

"The Haotian Hammer! It's actually the Haotian Hammer! The people from the Haotian Sect have finally arrived."

"The number one sect in the world has emerged from seclusion; this is truly going to be exciting."

"The Haotian Sect, the Haotian Sect has finally appeared, the number one sect in the world!"

……

Countless veteran experts watched the two figures sweeping across the arena, their eyes filled with excitement.

The new generation of young powerhouses may only know the supreme power of the Spirit Hall, but in the eyes of the older generation of powerhouses, the era decades ago was the golden age of the sect world, when the seven major sects led by the number one sect in the world were able to stand on equal footing with the Spirit Hall.

"Haotian Hammer, you really couldn't hold back any longer."

On the arena, Yang Hao stared at the two figures with a complex expression in his eyes, then abandoned his opponent and rushed towards the one on the left.

"Heh, the number one weapon spirit in the world, huh? I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

Yang Hao's previous opponent was none other than Feng Cang of the Wind Sword Sect. Seeing the Haotian Sect members appear, he didn't care about Yang Hao's departure. Instead, he raised his sword and shot towards another person.

Yang Hao arrived at the other corner of the arena in three steps. Facing the Haotian Sect expert, he showed no fear and launched seven spear attacks at vital points all over the opponent's body. Unfortunately, the first six attacks were dodged, and only the seventh spear struck the opponent's Haotian Hammer.

"Ding!"

The collision of the spear and hammer instantly unleashed a violent surge of soul power. Yang Hao was blasted away by the immense force, while the Haotian Sect expert's cloak was ripped off, revealing his true face.

This man had broad shoulders and a square back, a straight nose and a square mouth, and short hair like steel needles. He looked to be around thirty years old. The muscles hidden under his black long shirt were bulging, and his whole person was like a lion ready to pounce, full of strength and power.

"Tang Long, it's actually you. You rats from the Haotian Sect have finally decided to come out."

Yang Hao is in his thirties this year. Before Haotian went into seclusion, he also stayed in Haotian Sect. As an outstanding genius of the Po clan, he naturally knows some Haotian Sect juniors of similar age.

"Brother Yang, no one wanted what happened back then, so why make things so complicated?"

Tang Long sighed. He had mixed feelings about Yang Hao, his former playmate. Yang Hao used to be one of their own, but now he was at odds with their Haotian Sect and showed no mercy on the arena.

Yang Hao had no interest in discussing friendship with Tang Long. He raised his Soul-Breaking Spear and attacked again, saying, "Enough nonsense. Today I want to see what kind of skills you rats have to escape from your rat hole."

"Sigh! Why bother?"

Tang Long sighed again, but dared not be careless in the slightest. Black light flashed, and his aura suddenly became more concentrated. In the dense black light, his Clear Sky Hammer seemed to be surrounded by a layer of black flames.

His Clear Sky Hammer has a handle about three meters long and a head as big as a bucket. Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings are neatly arranged on the hammer body.

With the appearance of the Clear Sky Hammer, the martial souls around the arena were significantly suppressed. Tang Long's temperament immediately changed, and his aura became more calm and dignified, like a solid granite, standing there without any flaws.

"die!"

Yang Hao attacked again, showing no fear of the imposing Haotian Hammer. He attacked relentlessly, thrusting his spear straight forward without any defense. This was the essence of the Breaking Clan.

"Hey!"

Tang Long roared and swung his Haotian Hammer horizontally, striking the tip of Yang Hao's spear with perfect accuracy.

With a muffled thud, black light burst forth from the tip of Yang Hao's spear, and he involuntarily slid backward, leaving two deep friction marks on the arena.

The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the number one weapon spirit in the world, specializing in breaking through all powerful offensive weapon spirits. Its greatest strength lies in overwhelming people with brute force.

The Po clan's life-or-death offensive tactics were completely countered by the Haotian Sect's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

In terms of skill, the Haotian Sect is stronger than the Po Clan, and the Po Clan's attacks are difficult to break the Haotian Hammer and cause direct damage. Their strength is also inferior to that of the Haotian Sect's direct descendants.

Just like Yang Hao is facing Tang Long now, his attacks are blocked by Tang Long's counterattacks, and the force of Tang Long's hammer is at least several thousand pounds, which is a complete crushing situation for him.

In this situation, if Yang Hao wants to win, he cannot fight Tang Long head-on. He needs to be able to attack Tang Long's body or even his vital points. Only then will he have a chance to turn the tide.

However, it is obvious that Yang Hao is not Yang Wudi. Yang Wudi was able to compete with a Title Douluo by relying on his ruthlessness and keen eyesight, while Yang Hao was just an average Soul Emperor of the Broken Clan.

Although Tang Long is not a top genius like Tang Hao, he is still valued by Tang Xiao, which means that his strength and potential are also remarkable. He surpasses Yang Hao in both skill and strength, and under normal circumstances, Yang Hao would have no chance.

"Brother Yang, admit defeat."

On the arena, Yang Hao used a round of soul rings and soul skills, employing every means to launch an attack, but facing the cautious and far stronger Tang Long, miracles ultimately did not favor him.

However, Tang Long, mindful of their past relationship, did not go too far. Instead, he waited until Yang Hao was exhausted and then gently persuaded him to back down.

"Haotian Sect, Haotian Hammer, heh, do you think you've won?"

Yang Hao realized that he was no match for Tang Long and that continuing would only bring him humiliation. He glanced coldly at Tang Long and Tang Hu on the other side and said in a chilling voice, "Tang Long, don't be so smug. The Haotian Sect will not have a good ending."

After saying this, he decisively jumped off the stage. Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage, Feng Cang of the Wind Sword Sect was beaten by a burly man and had to run away with his head in his hands. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the stage.

"Pah! The Wind Sword Sect is a load of crap. All they know is how to hide. And yet they still covet the title of the number one weapon spirit in the world. I think they're not even as good as that Yang Hao."

After defeating Feng Cang, Tang Hu spat and then teamed up with Tang Long to sweep the arena. Looking at the group of unconvinced people below, he complained to Tang Long, "Tang Long, you were too lenient. These people are still not convinced."

"Tang Hu, if our Haotian Sect wants to regain its footing, in addition to demonstrating our strength, we also need to win over some allies."

Tang Long looked at the burly man in front of him with a headache, who had always wanted to compete with him for the position of chief disciple of the Haotian Sect. He couldn't say too much about the latter's temper.

Tang Hu was even a bit older than him. The two were both outstanding disciples of the third generation and were competitors. Tang Hu wouldn't listen to him at all.

Tang Hu said nonchalantly, "I know, that's why I held back just now."

"Stop talking, the sect leader is coming up."

Tang Long noticed that Tang Xiao and the others in the square below had already lifted their cloaks, realizing that the sect leader and the elders were about to make their appearance, so he quickly stopped Tang Hu, who was about to continue speaking.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out in the sky, and countless people subconsciously looked up at the arena, only to find that six figures had appeared on the arena at some unknown time.

All six figures were burly and robust, and the five old men had white hair but exuded an imposing aura. However, the one who attracted the most attention was naturally the middle-aged man in the very center of the crowd.

This middle-aged man looked to be no more than forty years old. He was over two meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, a chiseled face, and short, graying hair.

The middle-aged man was none other than Tang Xiao, the master of the Haotian Sect. At this moment, he was dressed in a simple black robe and stood on the arena, as if he were the center of the entire square.

Two meters tall may not be considered particularly tall, but this person stands like a majestic mountain, inspiring awe and reverence.

"My Haotian Sect has returned."

Tang Xiao simply said one sentence, and then his unrestrained and wild aura swept across the area, and immense pressure instantly enveloped the entire square.

Countless people subconsciously held their breath, their eyes fixed on Tang Xiao in the center of the arena, filled with utmost awe.

"Number one under heaven, Haotian is invincible."

Extremely enthusiastic shouts rang out in the square. Hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples had waited too long for this day. When Tang Xiao announced the return of Haotian Sect, they all involuntarily raised their right hands.

Countless black lights erupted within the plaza, and the soul power of the Clear Sky Hammers merged into one. Although there were only two or three hundred people, they seemed to inspire even more fear than a million-strong army.