Chapter 35 Tang Hao's Realm Drops to Soul Douluo, Tang Chen:
The inherently evil Wei family, I will personally blast you to smithereens!!!
The final judgment of the Heavenly Canopy struck the hearts of every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent like a bolt of divine thunder!
The myth was shattered!
The glory and legend of the Clear Sky Hammer over the past hundreds of years were completely ended at this moment!
However, this was not the end.
As the judgment of the Heavenly Canopy fell, the invisible suppressive force that enveloped Wei Tianchen and Tang Hao instantly disappeared!
Buzz—!
A terrifying pressure far exceeding that of an ordinary Title Douluo suddenly erupted from Wei Tianchen's body!
Wei Tianchen's soul power surged, stirring up towering waves!
In everyone's perception, Wei Tianchen's soul power level, from the suppressed level of 95, rose wildly all the way up!
Level 96!
Level 97!
Finally, it settled at the astonishing level 97!
"Even with his main spirit sealed and his spirit power suppressed and reduced by two levels, Tang Hao is still no match for him."
Yu Yuanzhen's expression eased slightly upon seeing this result.
It's alright, as long as he's not the only one embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, lying in the deep pit, was in a completely different situation.
As the suppression from the heavenly curtain disappeared, Tang Hao's already extremely weak aura rapidly dissipated like a punctured balloon!
The pain of his severed arm, the loss of his bones, coupled with the devastating damage to his weapon spirit body, meant his power could no longer be maintained at its peak.
Under the astonished gazes of countless people, Tang Hao's spirit power level plummeted from the suppressed level of 95!
94…92…90…
Finally, he fell below the threshold of a Title Douluo, stopping at level 87!
From the once-powerful Haotian Douluo, overnight he reverted to a Soul Douluo!
This was more cruel than killing him!
"Hiss—"
A collective gasp swept across the entire Douluo Continent.
Countless Soul Masters turned pale, their hearts filled with a poignant sense of shared loss.
Although Tang Hao's reputation on the Douluo Continent wasn't exactly stellar, he was still considered the leading weapon spirit master.
Yet, he was utterly crushed in the duel, and afterwards, he was dethroned and shattered to pieces!
On the Sun Moon Continent, however, the scene was completely different.
A deafening roar of cheers echoed through the heavens!
"We won! We won!"
"Lord Wei Tianchen is invincible!
The Purple Flame Dragon Spear is truly the best in the world!"
"Hahaha, what Clear Sky Hammer? It's nothing but scrap metal!"
Pride, elation, and fervor spread through the hearts of every citizen of the Sun Moon Continent.
The name "Gun God" Wei Tianchen was etched into everyone's memory at this moment!
Shrek Academy.
"Pfft!"
When he sensed his father's aura plummeting to the Soul Douluo level in the sky, Tang San could no longer hold back. His blood rushed to his head, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
That wasn't just a drop in soul power; it was the ultimate humiliation of being utterly stripped of honor and dignity!
"Father..."
Tang San's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. The tears that flowed from his eyes were no longer blood and tears, but a deathly, ashen look.
The fire of hatred in Tang San's heart was enveloped by endless coldness at this moment, solidifying into an inextinguishable obsession.
Tang San didn't roar anymore, but spoke slowly and deliberately, in a voice only he could hear:
"Wei, Tian, Chen... From this day forward, I, Tang San, will avenge this great grudge, even if it takes my entire life!"
Clear Sky Sect.
"It's over... everything is over..."
An elder, his eyes glazed over, slumped into a chair.
Tang Hao's soul power plummeted, which was the final straw for the Clear Sky Sect, which had already been living in seclusion and whose reputation had fallen drastically.
Tang Xiao looked at the figure on the sky whose aura had surged, resembling a god or demon.
Then he looked at his younger brother on the other side, whose aura had weakened and who had become a Soul Douluo.
The last glimmer of fighting spirit in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only endless bitterness and despair.
The prestige of Haotian Douluo was trampled underfoot.
Even though everyone knew it wasn't that Tang Hao was too weak, but that Wei Tianchen was too strong, it was all in vain.
The title of the number one weapon spirit in Douluo Continent was something they were too ashamed to mention again.
The era of the Clear Sky Sect seemed to have truly... come to an end.
"Grandpa, where are you?"
Tang Xiao's eyes were slightly red, and he clenched his fists.
Slaughter City.
Tang Chen looked at his grandson Tang Hao, who lay like a dead dog on the sky, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, and his eyes bloodshot.
"Hao'er!"
The King of Slaughter, no, it was Tang Chen who roared.
But it was at this moment that the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King discovered an opening and attacked with all his might.
Tang Chen fell asleep again.
The number one sleeping god of Douluo Continent—Tang Chen.
In the Sky Arena.
Wei Tianchen felt the powerful energy surging within him again, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face.
Wei Tianchen took one last look at Tang Hao, who had fainted in the deep pit, his eyes filled with no pity, only the indifference after the judgment was over.
Wei Tianchen slowly turned around and did not say another word.
Because any words would be superfluous at this moment.
Facts had already spoken louder than words.
With a resounding crushing victory, he declared to both continents: an era had ended.
And a new era was to begin with him.
Under the gaze of millions, Wei Tianchen's figure slowly dissipated in the light, leaving the Heavenly Arena.
As the light of the Heavenly Arena faded, a disheveled figure appeared out of thin air, crashing heavily onto the cold, hard floor of the Haotian Sect's council hall with a dull thud.
It was Tang Hao, who had been teleported back from the arena.
"Second Brother!"
"It's Tang Hao!"
Sect Master Tang Xiao and the elders, who had been waiting there, paled and immediately surrounded him.
When they saw Tang Hao's miserable state, everyone gasped.
The empty left sleeve, the gruesome wound on his chest, and the face twisted with pain and humiliation deeply pierced the hearts of every Haotian Sect member present.
What made them even more desperate was the chaotic fluctuation of his soul power, which had fallen to the Soul Douluo level.
The once mighty Haotian Douluo, the pride of his sect who single-handedly defeated three Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall, had now fallen into such a miserable state.
Tang Xiao couldn't accept it, his eyes red, shaking his head in disbelief:
"Impossible, my second brother is invincible!"
"How could this be..."
But seeing the pitiful state of the lying figure, Tang Xiao instantly regained his composure.
He rushed forward and helped the barely breathing Tang Hao to his feet.
His voice trembled as he cried out:
"Second brother! How are you?"
Tang Hao struggled, using all his strength to pry open his heavy, leaden eyelids.
What came into view was his elder brother Tang Xiao's anxious and heartbroken face, and the faces of the elders around him, each etched with complex emotions.
In their eyes were disappointment, sorrow, pity for his misfortune, and anger at his lack of resilience...
These complex gazes, like invisible needles, pierced Tang Hao's already broken heart.
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