"He actually dodged all the attacks."
Tang Hao, who had been running like a headless chicken across mountains and rivers to reach the battlefield, was met with a scene that left him utterly shocked.
A silver-haired girl with twin tails was holding her own against four Title Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect—alone.
Even when the Title Douluo-level Black Knight Captain and Yang Wudi, whose combat power rivaled that of a Title Douluo, joined the fray, they still couldn't secure a decisive victory.
One against six—yet she remained undefeated.
Even Tang Hao himself had only faced such odds once before—when confronting Qian Xunji right after Tang San's birth.
But back then, he had fought desperately, even sacrificing his wife in the process.
This girl, however, hadn't even released her Soul Rings. She was merely dodging, yet the Title Douluo couldn't lay a finger on her.
How terrifying! It was enough to make one gasp in shock.
"Just who is she?"
His ninth Soul Ring was currently inside this girl. Whether she was being possessed by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King or not didn't matter right now—the priority was capturing her.
Tang Hao gritted his teeth.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black Soul Rings slowly rose, radiating light.
The former Clear Sky Douluo, one of the Twin Stars of the Clear Sky Sect, had returned.
"I can't use Ring Explosion."
Within the Clear Sky Sect, very few could master the Ring Explosion technique. But right now, he absolutely couldn't afford to use it.
After using Ring Explosion, there would be a period of weakness—even if he only detonated a single Soul Ring, it would hinder his ability to absorb the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King's Soul Ring.
But was the Clear Sky Douluo afraid?
Even at level 89, he was still the brightest star in the sky. Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, he leapt forward with a powerful swing, charging into battle.
"Perfect opportunity!" Thanks to the element of surprise, Tang Hao appeared silently behind Ning Rongrong. His dark-gray Clear Sky Hammer erupted with intense soul power.
"Clear Sky Nine Supremacies—Nine Supremacies United!"
In an instant, nine faintly glowing characters appeared on the hammer's surface before merging into it. The massive hammer came crashing down toward Ning Rongrong with overwhelming force.
Despite only being level 89, with the secret techniques of the Clear Sky Sect, his strike rivaled that of a Title Douluo.
"The current Clear Sky Douluo resorts to such underhanded tactics?"
"What?!"
Tang Hao's expression changed, his pupils contracting slightly.
A crimson-red glow blocked the path of his hammer.
"That's…"
Tang Hao froze, then suddenly exclaimed in disbelief,
"Impossible!"
The object wrapped in that red light—the thing that had stopped his Clear Sky Hammer—was nothing more than a pale-green leaf.
Even if his strength wasn't what it used to be, this strike still carried the power of a Title Douluo!
How could a mere leaf infused with soul power block his full-force attack?
Why?!
Though only for a brief moment, it gave Ning Rongrong enough time to evade.
She soared into the sky, narrowly avoiding Tang Hao's Clear Sky Nine Supremacies.
Ning Rongrong's eyes remained closed. Even against seven opponents—six Title Douluo-level experts plus Tang Hao—she still wasn't at a clear disadvantage.
And she wasn't even counterattacking—just dodging.
Yet despite this, the besieging Title Douluo were already struggling to keep up.
"Everyone, fall back!"
A furious roar suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
The ground of the inner city began glowing with red light.
Tang Chen, now wielding the Asura God's Sword, appeared in front of Ning Rongrong in an instant, staring at the girl who was still dodging attacks with her eyes closed.
"Apologies. No matter who you are, no matter if you're possessed by the Nine-Headed Bat King or not—"
"That thing has caused us too much suffering. We must retrieve it."
A crimson mist surged from Tang Chen's body as he swung the Asura God's Sword toward Ning Rongrong.
He had already set up an array. Even if the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King left the girl's body after her death, it wouldn't be able to escape the confinement space he had created using divine power.
That way, Tang Hao would have enough time to absorb the Bat King's Soul Ring.
Tang Chen had no intention of showing mercy. After so many years as the King of Slaughter—
What kind of pleasures hadn't he indulged in?
He wasn't the one using the body, but the body was still his, wasn't it?
Tang Chen was interested in the White Queen—he even considered recruiting her as a subordinate. But compared to that, his grandson Tang Hao's future was far more important.
"Farewell, White Queen."
The bloodlust emanating from the Asura God's Sword drew closer and closer to Ning Rongrong's neck—it seemed she was about to be decapitated.
Then—
A blinding white light flashed.
"What is that?!" Tang Chen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He immediately increased his soul power output, causing the Asura God's Sword to erupt with even greater pressure.
"Skill's Zenith—Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds."
A calm voice rang out as Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes.
Her heterochromatic pupils—one blue-white, the other gold—radiated an overwhelming pressure that made even Tang Chen feel an incomparable sense of dread.
"What kind of eyes are those?!"
And then, Tang Chen finally saw the weapon that had blocked the Asura God's Sword. Just as he snapped out of his daze, he gasped in shock.
"The… Angelic Sacred Sword?!"
Familiar—how could Tang Chen not recognize this sword?!
Two and a half years ago, when he had fought Qian Daoliu, the latter had wielded this very sword along with the Angelic God Armor.
To think he'd see this divine weapon again—in Slaughter City, of all places!
The soul power on the Asura God's Sword was deflected, sending Tang Chen flying at an angle.
As he passed by Ning Rongrong, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a shimmering, multicolored pagoda.
"That's…"
After being flung dozens of meters away, Tang Chen landed firmly on the ground, stabilizing himself.
He recalled the brief image he had just seen.
"Just who are you?!"
Ning Rongrong didn't answer. Instead, space behind her began to tear open.
"Tang Chen, the Invincible of the Land—we'll meet again."
"You think you can just leave? Slaughter City isn't a place you can come and go as you please!"
Seeing that Ning Rongrong seemed to be preparing to escape, the Black Knight Captain—who had been thoroughly enraged earlier—rushed to intercept her, thrusting his black lance with all his might.
Clang—!
The black knight's lance was blocked by the Angelic Sacred Sword in Ning Rongrong's hand.
"Not returning a favor would be impolite."
Her murmur echoed through Slaughter City as the Angelic Sacred Sword began glowing faintly.
With a flick of her wrist, Ning Rongrong forced the Black Knight back. She then swept her gaze over Tang Chen and the others present.
"Since that's the case, I'll give you all a parting gift."
A golden clock materialized behind her, its edges radiating an azure-blue aura—the essence of space itself.
"Void Collapse—"
"Time-Space Annihilation Slash!"
A fusion of time and space-infused zhenqi erupted from the trembling Angelic Sacred Sword, tearing through the fabric of reality as it shot toward the inner city of Slaughter City at an unbelievable speed.
The Black Knight Captain tried to defend himself—but he didn't even have time to scream before his body and lance were swallowed by the intertwining crimson and silver-blue energy.