The sky above Blue Silver City shifted.
Even the weakest reacted.
The battle was over so quickly.
And the Clear Sky Hammer had lost!
"Clear Sky Hammer, just like that?"
"Tang Hao lost?"
"Clear Sky Hammer, that's all!"
"Damn Clear Sky Sect, they deserve to be killed! How dare they come to Blue Silver City and cause trouble?"
Tang Hao's unleashed attack was no match for the blue-gold giant's palms.
Even those who had long despised the Clear Sky Sect smiled,
as if they had anticipated the huge controversy this would spark once the news spread.
This also caused Blue Silver City's residents to curse. After all, they saw the other side as simply launching a random attack and then being suppressed.
While everyone was in disbelief and cursing, the most shocked person at the scene was already unable to move.
In the Wuhun Arena, Tang Hao was pinned to the ground by giant hands, a pair of palms like two Five Finger Mountains.
It was more than a certain Monkey King holding up an extra mountain.
In a sense, it was also extraordinary.
This was the second time he was forcibly pressed to the ground by a force here, the first time was by Zhao Wuji.
But that was because he wanted to see the other party's strength, and he was still standing upright, not affected much at all.
But now, it was completely a loser's last embarrassing struggle, the whole person was flat on the ground.
"Get up..."
"Puchi."
"How is it possible, how can I lose..."
"I, the Clear Sky Sect, the Clear Sky Hammer!!"
Tang Hao was in a state of extreme misery. His martial spirit was shattered, his spirit rings all exploded, and he was at a loss, even suspecting he was hallucinating.
With what little strength he had left, he tried to reopen the blockade.
But it was all in vain.
Not only was his concentrated strength rapidly dissipating, but even the essence of his body, whether it was soul power or life force, was rapidly dissipating. Even
his pride and pride in his first martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, was gone. With
a single slap, the other's martial spirit dream was shattered.
"What's wrong with my body? What the hell is this?"
"What kind of power did you use?!"
Tang Hao felt his life force rapidly draining away.
Even with the repeated outbursts and the damage caused by the ring explosions,
he still had at least hundreds of years to live, but at this moment, it was rapidly dissolving, as if being absorbed.
This reminded Tang Hao of the two threatening handprints he had observed earlier.
One red, one black...
"This is the power of death."
"Withering and flourishing, life and death, life and death enter the cycle of reincarnation..."
"From life to death, from death to life."
"You are truly formidable. If I had just broken through to Soul Douluo and hadn't grasped the laws of life and death, I might not have been able to swiftly dispose of this Great Sumeru Hammer."
Containing a terrifying aura of pressure, his spirit and vitality overflowing, his soul power gushing skyward, Lan Tian was like a god who could change life and death. With a pair of scarlet eyes fixed on Tang Hao, he slowly walked in front of him.
The two Five Finger Mountains made way for Lan Tian, allowing him to look down at him from above, and out of kindness, he even explained.
Anyway, the other party wouldn't understand or comprehend what he said.
"You..."
The words that came out later hit Tang Hao hard.
When did he, a dignified Haotian Douluo, have to compete with a guy who just broke through to the Soul Douluo realm?
Even now, he felt extremely humiliated.
In just a moment, he lost.
He was unwilling to accept it, but in the end, he opened his mouth and it turned into helplessness.
He still had some self-knowledge, just like he knew the gap between the Haotian Sect and the Spirit Hall. He would die miserably if he clashed head-on, so he hid himself.
This time, he also felt the gap between the two. The gap in soul power was the smallest between them.
What he lacked was something else.
Just a moment ago, he felt that he was locked in by the spirit and could not escape at all.
And that power that he could not understand quickly dissolved his soul power and now dissipated the origin in his body.
Even if he were given another chance, even if he prepared to go all out, the situation wouldn't change much.
He simply lost...
Think it through.
"You..."
"You won."
"I'm blind, just kill me."
"Please, let them go, they're just children."
At this point, Tang Hao also felt that he had no way out and gave up struggling.
While his hundreds of years of vitality hadn't been completely devoured and digested,
he begged.
"They're not children. At least, your child isn't."
"That little rabbit isn't either."
"As for the others, you don't have to worry about them."
In just a few words, Lan Tian watched his body rapidly thinning, his hair growing white, and he was no longer the strong and robust Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.
The man now looked even older than Lan Tian, who had appeared moments earlier.
"You, what do you know?"
"Xiao San is just a child. I can't control that rabbit."
"I..."
Hearing that Tang San might be in danger, he finally spoke. The white-haired Tang Hao struggled feebly.
But beneath the Five Finger Mountain, there was no chance of movement.
Only his mouth could still speak.
In fact, all his bones were broken, and as his vitality faded, his condition worsened, becoming incurable.
But he still wanted to speak, begging for mercy, anything, just to spare Tang San.
This was the future he envisioned. The man possessed twin spirits, innately full spirit power, and a strong and mature spirit. One day, he might be able to seek revenge, not just against the Spirit Hall, but also against Lan Tian and Blue Silver City.
If the other party was truly dead, then all hope would be shattered. He
was tempted to reveal the 100,000-year-old soul beast.
However, he also knew it wasn't a secret.
"That little rabbit can't escape."
"As for your strange child, I won't give him a chance."
Lan Tian spoke indifferently, as if he was going to kill him.
He showed no mercy to Tang Hao, who had no power to resist. After confirming that no Shura God had suddenly appeared,
he placed a hand on the other party's head.
The next moment, a large amount of information was stripped from his soul.
"Ahhh."
"What did you do?"
Tang Hao felt not only pain in his body and tendons,
but also a blow to his soul.
Even a tough guy like him couldn't bear it at this moment.
"It will be fine soon."
"I'm just a little interested in your explosive ring."
"Others may need it."
Having lived on this continent for more than a hundred years, Lan Tian is not a good person.
Apart from maintaining a little bottom line, in essence, perhaps he is no different from Tang Hao, Tang San and others.
Hearing this, Tang Hao wanted to die immediately. This is the secret of their Haotian Sect.
"This is our Haotian Sect."
"You, damn it."
No matter how Tang Hao tried to stop shouting, his memory and soul continued to be torn apart.
In these hundred years, Lan Tian still knew a lot.
"Take a deep breath, it will be quick."
"Struggling will only make you more painful."
Lan Tian had successfully obtained the ring explosion, various techniques, and intel on the Haotian Sect. He
even had information on the Slaughter City and the Asura God.
This guy, even in the Slaughter City, had been targeted by the Asura God.
Of course, he was only a preliminary candidate.
His weight might not even be as high as Tang Chen's.
"It seems that being hasn't considered showing up either. Perhaps he's too busy and hasn't paid attention."
He looked at Tang Hao, who was almost unconscious, his soul and memories ripped away, reduced to skeletal remains, only a breath remaining.
This guy had lost the prestige he had before entering the Martial Spirit Arena.
The Asura God hadn't appeared either. For him, perhaps just one day of inattention was enough to wipe out the preliminary candidate.
"How unpredictable! Another genius has fallen."
Over a hundred years had passed, and Lan Tian had witnessed countless spirit masters hailed as geniuses.
But Tang Hao was the first to be personally dismissed, and with such a great reputation.