Tang Hao's Hammer Rises
The battlefield of Shrek Academy was already sheer madness—flames, venom, and storming soul power choked the skies.
With Chen Xin and Dugu Bo's intervention shifting the tide, the struggle was no longer completely lopsided toward Spirit Hall. Tang Hao stepped forward again, his matted hair whipping in the wind, body trembling under old scars that had never healed.
The Clear Sky Hammer lifted high, and black-red light smothered the battlefield. His soul rings blazed.
"Haaaah—! Haotian's True Body!"
The roar shook the earth, and a phantom tens of meters tall sprawled behind him, identical to his figure and hammer. The very shadow of the legendary Clear Sky Douluo blanketed the battlefield in terrifying might.
In the corner, Tang San gasped. His blood seared with pride and awe. So this is father's true strength… this is the Haotian of legend!
Tang Hao's dull eyes locked onto his son for just a heartbeat. "Little San," his voice rang muted yet mighty, "watch closely. This is the essence of the Clear Sky Hammer. Our will, our pride."
The phantom hammer moved with his own, its titanic pressure bearing directly on Pope Bibi Dong.
Pope's Fury
Bibi Dong sneered lightly, though her lips tightened at the weight of the aura. "Tang Hao, you're overconfident. In your prime, perhaps you had authority to speak. But in this state? With your wounds unhealed? You overreach."
Her Killing God Domain erupted violently, chilling the air until even Title Douluo shivered. Then, overlapping it, another field unfolded—the Death God Domain, blood-red and cruel.
Her power surged another level—her speed, strength, endurance ascended, while her enemy's dropped sharply under suffocating suppression.
From her chest spirit bone erupted a beam of purple light that made the whole forest blister with radiance.
She raised her scepter, fury glimmering in her cruel eyes. "To display the Clear Sky True Body before me, teaching your son arrogance? Insolence!"
A massive purple beam shot forth, tearing straight into Tang Hao's hammer phantom.
"RUMBLE!"
Tang Hao staggered back two steps, his chest convulsing as if struck with iron. His lips bared a grimace.
Pretending to Fail
But in his eyes, an odd glint flashed.
Can't use full strength here. Old wounds bite too deep. If I clash head-on, I won't last long. Better they think me broken… until it's too late.
His spine straightened forcefully with stubborn will. Opening his mouth, he roared: "—Ring Explosion!"
The first two scarlet soul rings beneath his feet shattered into nothing, spirals of raw power funneling into the hammer. His aura spiked like a sun igniting, tripled in an instant, his hammer pressing down even heavier.
The titanic tool came down like apocalypse itself.
Spider-legs sprouted behind Bibi Dong's back. "Eighth soul ability—Spider King Clone!"
A shadowy double of herself materialized, eight purple limbs gleaming with the stench of fatal poison.
"Fourth soul skill—Thorn Spider Armor!"
"Sixth skill—Blood-Sucking Stab!"
Clone and body struck simultaneously, twin sets of blades cutting into Tang Hao, indistinguishable from the real threat.
The Clear Sky Hammer swirled furiously.
"Chaotic Cloak Wind Hammer!"
Swing after swing, faster and harder, Tang Hao's hammer danced like a storm of death. For a few moments, neither body nor clone could pierce fully.
But blood seeped unseen from his wrist. His body trembled.
These scars may kill me yet…
Sword and Pagoda
Meanwhile, Chen Xin's sword clashed vividly on another front. Backed by Ning Fengzhi's glorious Qibao Pagoda buffs, his Seven Kill Sword bloomed into a streak of shadows.
"The Eighth Soul Skill—Move Mountains and Fill Seas!"
Twelve jagged sword projections separated, racing at incredible speed at two mid-level Title Douluo Spirit Hall had deployed.
Both flinched, unleashing everything to survive.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
"Eighth Soul Skill—Shadow Assault!"
Black shapes collided violently with Chen Xin's endless blades. But the pressure of the top assault Douluo reinforced by the strongest auxiliary burned the marrow from them. Their arms numb, their defenses cracking, sweat streaked their faces.
Another slash, and the entire plaza shattered stone beneath their feet.
If this keeps going, we'll be torn to pieces! they realized.
Poison and Shadow
Elsewhere, Dugu Bo's poisonous jade fog thickened for miles. Against Ghost Douluo, he fought more savagely than ever. His long-maligned poison erupted again and again, the Jade Snake King Ball detonating the earth into barren wasteland.
For decades scorned as the weakest Title Douluo. Today he would show the world—he could match even Soul Hall's assassins using the venom inside his veins.
Intervention from the Skies
And then from Spirit Hall's lines, a pure golden eagle screeched, diving from the heavens.
Mounted atop its back was a graceful woman in her thirties, her beauty razor-sharp, her nine gleaming rings radiant. She had held still the entire battle—lurking for perfect timing.
Now she dived straight at Ning Fengzhi.
Steel shuddered as her killing aura locked to his frail form.
Chen Xin's eyes burned. But before his blade could turn, the air split with a dragon's roar.
Purple lightning streaked the horizon.
Yu Yuanzhen descended in thunder, his martial soul Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex sprawling behind him like a god beast.
Ning Fengzhi exhaled relief. They would not stand alone.
Blue Lightning Joins
Yu Luomian, standing stiffly, felt like his soul left his body. Big brother, you old fool… what did you just do?! Didn't we agree to just watch?
He wanted to curse. Weren't they here just to "observe"? At this point every powerhouse in Douluo was flinging their weight. If this wasn't chaos, what was?
But Yu Yuanzhen's mind was clear.
Clear Sky has entered. Seven Treasure has entered. Dugu Bo joined. If Blue Lightning watches from the sidelines, Spirit Hall will crush us tomorrow. If our lips are cut, our teeth will soon follow. No—the Blue Lightning sect cannot be absent.
Purple lightning sizzled everywhere around Yu Yuanzhen, his dragon claws wrapping thick layers of electricity. "Fourth Soul Skill—Thunderstorm!"
Lightning like torrents of snakes tore at the golden wings as they spread from the female Douluo's back.
Clash of Gold and Blue
"Hisss!" The woman hissed coldly. Her fifth soul ring flared, golden wings transforming into darts that flamed outward like a storm.
Thunder against gold.
Purple snakes smashed directly into shining blades. Each collision cracked deafeningly like steel shattered on stone.
The Blue Lightning Sect patriarch grinned bitterly even while his chest tightened: "Not only the Pope gets a piece today. A hundred-thousand-year soul beast tempts me also. And more importantly…" His gaze skewered Spirit Hall's army, "our stance must be shown."
The woman's sixth ring burst, condensing a golden blade in hand. "Sixth Soul Skill—Fatal Blow!"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flashed grim. Purple sparks poured over his entire body.
"Third Soul Skill—Thunder Fury!"
His frame doubled with electric flames. His first ring flared immediately after. "First Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Claw!"
Lightning condensed into dragon talons wrapping his arms. He swung.
"KRANG—!"
Golden blade smashed. Thunder claws slashed. Light showered the sky.
When all fell silent, both still stood, their robes charred, weapons trembling. But neither had yielded.
Above them, more hammer blows and spider webs slammed. Sects, Spirit Hall, poison, dragon, and swords locked together in brutal impasse.
The banquet was forgotten—this had become war.
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