A crescent moon hung like a hook.
A ghostly gaze swept over the cleaned-up scene.
The bodies of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples were nowhere to be seen, even the bloodstains had been completely wiped away.
He spoke in a deep voice, "Leaving aside Tang Hao, the most troublesome thing right now is that Ning Fengzhi might arrive soon. How are we going to explain this?"
Yue Guan's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, immediately recalling the pure agility-type Soul Emperor who had escaped earlier.
That person had seen them with his own eyes and would surely report everything upon returning.
When Ning Fengzhi arrived and discovered that his men were dead, the blame would likely fall on their heads.
Even if the dead were just a few insignificant reconnaissance disciples, they were still members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
If they hadn't been seen, it would have been fine; they could have been killed at will.
Although the Spirit Hall was not afraid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at all, both sides were currently maintaining a polite facade, not yet at the point of open conflict.
"This is too unfair!" Yue Guan's voice was shrill. "Even if we say that the man in black was Tang Hao, and that he killed the man, Ning Fengzhi might not believe us!"
Gui Mei chimed in, "Even if he did believe us, he could still insist that it was us and demand an explanation from the Spirit Hall. Of course, that's assuming he actually dares to do it."
The two fell silent for a moment.
They had come here to watch the drama unfold, but unexpectedly, they had run into trouble.
"If we didn't do it, we didn't do it," Gui Mei sneered, and simply sat down on the spot. "We'll wait here for Ning Fengzhi to arrive. Whether he believes it or not, if he really wants to cause trouble, we can just fight him, and then report to His Holiness the Pope."
Yue Guan nodded helplessly and sat down beside him.
She secretly prayed:
I hope it's Gu Rong who came with Ning Fengzhi.
If it's Chen Xin, then we'll probably have to waste more time talking.
Inside the Star Dou Great Forest,
Dongfang Jing was rushing through the forest, having lost count of how much time had passed.
Just then, a massive black shadow suddenly loomed overhead.
The Clear Sky Hammer crashed down with destructive force!
The surrounding vegetation crumbled, and birds and beasts fled in terror.
Tang Hao looked into the deep pit and saw only a pile of mirror shards.
"Another clone?" He frowned, his mental energy rapidly expanding outwards, instantly locking onto the direction.
He saw that Dongfang Jing in the distance seemed to be gathering power, a mirror rapidly forming in front of him.
He stepped into it, and when his figure reappeared, he was already a thousand meters away.
Tang Hao's heart sank slightly; this was yet another strange soul skill he had never seen before.
"Trying to escape?"
He sneered, his right arm muscles bulging, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.
He aimed at the direction Dongfang Jing had fled and hurled the Clear Sky Hammer like a spear!
"Whoosh—!"
The Clear Sky Hammer spun in the air, emitting a deafening buzz, chasing straight after Dongfang Jing's head!
Dongfang Jing's face grew increasingly pale; he could now only project his mirror image a thousand meters away.
The continuous long-distance mirror traversal had severely depleted his mental energy, causing slight double vision.
He barely caught his breath before turning around
to see the red-glowing Clear Sky Hammer hurtling towards him!
Mirror Body Shatters Soul!
He once again used his life-saving technique, his body shattering into countless mirror fragments before reforming.
Without pausing, he reformed himself into a mirror and escaped.
Tang Hao landed, raising his hand to recall the Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes blazing with even greater killing intent.
"Interesting, let's see how long you can hide!"
'Just a Soul Venerable, yet he's managed to escape from my grasp repeatedly; this brat must not be allowed to live!' he thought.
"Roar!"
Just then, a thousand-year-old wild boar soul beast roared and charged.
Tang Hao didn't even glance at him, swinging his hammer backhand and instantly smashing him into a bloody pulp.
He locked onto Dongfang Jing again, noticing that the latter was still fleeing deeper into the forest, and his heart tightened.
His old injuries hadn't healed; if he continued deeper, being surrounded by numerous ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts would be troublesome!
On the other side, Dongfang Jing leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily, drenched in sweat.
His spiritual energy was nearly exhausted, causing a splitting headache and blurred vision.
Just as he was about to escape again, he suddenly felt an incomparably domineering aura lock him completely!
"A Soul Locking Skill!" Dongfang Jing's heart sank.
This meant he couldn't dodge; he could only withstand it!
'I can hide in the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, but only temporarily! I must find a way...'
A ruthless glint flashed in Dongfang Jing's eyes.
He turned around, his soul power surging wildly, and several dark purple mirror shields instantly layered upon each other to protect him!
At this moment, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer had disappeared, replaced by a gigantic hammer shadow completely condensed from scarlet energy!
"Soaring Strike!"
Tang Hao's roar shook the mountains and forests as his giant hammer slammed horizontally!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The mirror shield shattered like paper, one after another!
The aura of death swept over them!
Dongfang Jing, however, did not flee again, nor did he use the Mirror Body Soul Split.
His location had been locked; entering the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors now would be tantamount to cutting off his escape route, allowing his opponent to lie in wait. His
spiritual power was already exhausted; using the Mirror Body Soul Split again would undoubtedly lead to his death!
Dongfang Jing endured the excruciating pain in his head, extending his spiritual power outward.
He finally detected a rushing river not far away and set his mirror coordinates on the river's surface!
Boom!!!
The giant energy hammer slammed solidly into his chest, the clear sound of bones cracking ringing out in succession!
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several large trees, blood gushing out.
Countless fine bloody cracks appeared all over his body, but his flesh was not smashed or flattened.
He groaned in pain, but his consciousness didn't vanish!
Using the force of the impact, he instantly switched places with his reflection in the river!
Splash!
Before plunging into the river, Dongfang Jing used his last strength to conjure a mirror and throw it onto the water, then plunged into the Hall of Mirrors.
The mirror immediately sank to the bottom, swept away by the swift current.
"Cough! Cough cough."
Tang Hao retrieved his Clear Sky Hammer.
Using his sect's ultimate technique had aggravated his old injuries, causing him to cough violently.
But the feeling from before was unmistakable; this time, he had definitely hit his target.
He followed the trail of blood to the riverbank to investigate carefully.
However, despite repeatedly scanning with his spiritual power, he couldn't find Dongfang Jing's body, nor could he sense his presence again.
"Roar!"
"Awooo—!"
The roars of beasts echoed around again, growing closer.
Weaker soul beasts would be frightened away by the noise of the fight, but powerful soul beasts would be attracted.
Tang Hao knew this all too well. Clutching his aching chest, his face was extremely grim.
"That kid has no chance of survival after taking my attack, unless he's immortal."
Tang Hao scanned the deep forest and the rushing river. "Besides, this place is close to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest. Even if he's lucky enough to survive, as a Soul Master, he'll only become bait for Soul Beasts."
Thinking this, Tang Hao no longer hesitated.
His figure flashed and disappeared into the dense forest.
Downstream along the river was a long waterfall with a dramatic drop.
The dark purple mirror fell with the rushing water, finally crashing into the deep pool below.
Pushed by the current, it slowly drifted to the edge of the pool, wedged between several pebbles.
After a moment, the surface of the mirror began to ripple like water.
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