Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

The true form of the Haotian Hammer smashed into the center of the vortex.

The anticipated scene of flesh turning to mush did not occur.

The terrifying power, capable of shattering mountains, vanished the moment it came into contact with the vortex, as if it had disappeared into thin air.

Tang Hao felt that something was wrong with the feel of the ball.

It didn't feel like hitting a solid object; it felt more like hitting a ball of rapidly spinning cotton, with the force being frantically dissipated, broken down, and devoured.

"You want to devour my soul power? Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach?"

Tang Hao snorted coldly, controlling the Clear Sky Hammer in the distance, and increased his soul power output once again.

Since you want to swallow it all, then I'll let you swallow as much as you want, until you burst!

Yu Xiaoheng's face flushed red instantly, then turned deathly pale.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the front of his clothes.

His arm bones made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and his skin cracked, with fine beads of blood seeping out.

A Soul Saint-level Martial Soul True Body, plus the charged attack of the fourth Soul Skill, is indeed not something he can easily digest in his current state.

But he didn't back down.

The vortex spun, peeling away layer by layer the lightning, gale, and even the pure soul power fluctuations that were attached to the surface of the Clear Sky Hammer.

It's like using a plane to scrape a hard piece of wood.

Although it was strenuous, and although my hands would bleed from the impact, the wood did indeed become thinner.

Tang Hao's originally massive Haotian Hammer phantom, which was tens of meters long, visibly shrank by one size.

At the center of the vortex in Yu Xiaoheng's hand, a ball of energy interwoven with purple-gold and darkness was being compressed wildly.

That was the power of the Haotian Hammer that had been stripped away, mixed with the resentment of the Star Luo team that had been devoured, and the domineering power of the Heavenly Punishment Fire.

Blood trickled from the corner of Yu Xiaoheng's mouth, yet he still managed a grin.

The excruciating pain made him even more lucid.

The Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique circulated wildly within his body, forcefully suppressing this raging energy.

"Give me... Condensate!"

He clasped his hands together abruptly.

The massive Haotian Hammer that was originally heading towards him dimmed in light due to the significant loss of energy.

In Yu Xiaoheng's hands, a smaller hammer made entirely of energy took shape.

Its entire body is dark gold, burning with thunder and flames.

Aside from the different colors and aura, the design is clearly a copy of the Haotian Hammer!

"Here you go!"

Yu Xiaoheng's arms were bulging with veins, and his waist and abdomen twisted like a dragon. Using the impact of the previous attack, he turned around.

Throw it!

His movements were exactly the same as Tang Hao's earlier.

The purplish-black energy hammer flew out of his hand with a piercing shriek, heading straight for Tang Hao's face.

In mid-air.

The referee in red is a Contra-level powerhouse.

Seeing that the true form of the Haotian Hammer had slipped from his grasp, he had no choice but to act.

"Tang Hao! How dare you!"

A furious shout shook the entire venue.

The referee in red moved like lightning, instantly entering the battle. He used both palms to create a thick barrier of soul power, forcefully blocking the trajectory of the still-powerful Clear Sky Hammer.

boom!

The shockwave exploded.

The soul power link that Tang Hao originally used to lock onto Wuming and maintain the oppressive force of his Martial Soul True Body was forcibly severed by the referee's move.

"have a finger in the pie."

Tang Hao frowned, and his figure paused slightly in mid-air.

Since the referee intervened to save him, that nameless kid who didn't know his own mortality probably escaped with his life, or he's already turned into a puddle of mud, barely clinging to life.

However, under the influence of the referee, Tang Hao was also forced to dissipate the protective aura that had been surging around him.

At that very moment.

The old forces have just departed, and the new forces have not yet arisen.

With the referee's interference, Tang Hao's perception was momentarily disrupted.

A streak of dark golden light tore through the billowing dust.

"what?"

Tang Hao was about to turn his head.

The light was moving too fast.

It was faster than expected, as if it had anticipated all his moments of relaxation.

It was a hammer.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

Tang Hao instinctively tried to raise his arm to block.

late.

"boom--!!!"

The dark golden energy hammer slammed solidly into Tang Hao's chest.

The seemingly indestructible physical body of a Soul Saint was as fragile as paper.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the entire venue via the amplified soul guide.

Tang Hao's arrogant face instantly twisted in pain.

The chest has collapsed.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

The impact sent him flying backward.

Boom!

Tang Hao slammed hard into the solid stone wall below the audience seats.

Gravel flew everywhere.

The entire wall cracked like a spiderweb, and dust rose up, burying the arrogant Son of Heaven.

The tens of thousands of spectators fell silent for a moment.

Everyone gaped, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets, staring at the huge, human-shaped crater that had been smashed into the arena. Then, they stiffly turned their heads to look at the center of the ring.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The man who called himself "nameless" was still standing.

He stood ramrod straight.

A few seconds later.

In the audience, someone was the first to come to their senses and shouted out in a trembling voice.

"Holy crap?!"

It's like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.

The entire Soul Arena erupted instantly.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? Tang Hao... flew away?"

"Wasn't that Nameless just a Soul King? Was that a Soul Skill? He threw the Clear Sky Hammer back?"

"Wait a minute! Didn't the referee just make a move? Did the referee hit Tang Hao?"

"Are you blind?! That was thrown by Wuming! He's the one who made that dark gold hammer!"

It was utterly chaotic.

The Soul King directly confronted the Soul Saint's Martial Soul True Body at level 70, and not only did he not die, he also slammed the Soul Saint into the wall.

Who the hell would believe that if I told them?

In the VIP section.

"Click".

The teacup in Ning Zhenyuan's hand turned to dust.

The sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School no longer had the slightest trace of his previous indifference in his eyes.

"Using their strength against them... not only did they absorb Tang Hao's power, but they also completed the compression and counterattack in an instant?"

"Just what kind of monster is this child?"

The elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family standing next to him was trembling with fear.

"Good! Well played!"

The elder was roaring.

Meanwhile, the faces of the Haotian Sect members turned green.

Tang Wei's face was terribly gloomy.