Chapter 126 Tang Hao vs. Bibi Dong
"How dare you touch my son, Tang Hao's son?"
"Bibi Dong, you want to fight? Then I'll fight you to your heart's content!"
Tang Hao's eyes burned with a frenzied fighting spirit. He knew that today was a dead end, and only by fighting to the death could he carve out a bloody path for his son.
"Buzz—!"
Nine spirit rings rose up beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... red!
The moment that scarlet 100,000-year soul ring appeared, the terrifying killing intent caused the temperature in the entire Spirit City to plummet to freezing point.
The Soul Masters present, even those at the Soul Saint level, felt their eyes sting from the blinding red light and struggled to breathe, as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats.
"A hundred thousand years...it really is a hundred thousand years soul ring!"
Someone in the crowd let out a distorted scream, a voice filled with extreme fear and uncontrollable excitement.
Immediately afterwards, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into boiling oil, and the square, which had been deathly silent due to the Pope's oppressive presence, instantly erupted into chaos.
The way everyone looked at the disheveled figure in the air completely changed.
He was no longer a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man, but a living war god whom one could only look up to in stories.
"My God! It's red! It's a spirit ring that only spirit beasts that have been around for 100,000 years!"
An older generation of Soul Master was so excited that his beard trembled, and his finger pointing to the sky shook.
"I've lived for seventy years, and I've actually witnessed the legend!"
"Haotian Douluo... He is Tang Hao, the ruthless man who once severely injured the previous Pope Qian Xunji with a single blow!"
Even more fervently, the Soul Masters, with eyes gleaming with fanaticism, enthusiastically expounded their knowledge and boasted to the young people around them:
"What do you know! This was the youngest Title Douluo in the entire continent back then! The number one genius of the Clear Sky Sect in a hundred years! The Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"
"No wonder he dared to storm Spirit City alone, treating tens of thousands of spirit masters as nothing! This is the confidence of the Clear Sky Douluo! This is the true number one weapon spirit in the world!"
Under the glow of that red spirit ring, Tang Hao's tattered black robe seemed to be coated with an invincible divine light.
Although the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall were armed, none of them dared to take the first step under the terrifying killing intent.
But Tang Hao did not stop; his momentum continued to rise.
Trapped deep in enemy territory, with a slim chance of survival, only a desperate fight could offer a way out.
The two trees are scarlet, and the muscles are swollen.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and the spirit rings on his body began to tremble violently and roar.
"You scum from the Spirit Hall, come and see how this move of mine works!"
immediately.
"Bang!"
First spirit ring, shattered!
"Bang! Bang!"
Shatter the second and third spirit rings!
The ultimate technique of the Great Sumeru Hammer—Ring Explosion!
As each spirit ring shattered, Tang Hao's aura surged wildly at an illogical speed.
But that's not all, it's not enough; what's needed is to go all in.
Then the rings exploded!
When the 100,000-year-old soul ring also transformed into a sky full of blood-red light and merged into the Clear Sky Hammer, the pressure made everyone feel like they couldn't breathe and their bodies couldn't move.
"The Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands. At this moment, the Haotian Hammer had expanded to a size of 100 meters, its entire body crimson red, resembling an active volcano about to erupt.
He roared furiously, his veins bulging all over his body.
"Take the hit if you dare!"
"Open it... for me!!!"
Under this oppressive force, even the once arrogant members of the Spirit Hall team, including Soul Kings like Xie Yue and Yan, felt their knees buckle – the instinctive fear of living beings facing a higher-dimensional power.
"Thump! Thump!"
The golden generation knelt down in unison, their backs soaked with cold sweat, not even having the courage to raise their heads.
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were ashen-faced and trembling.
The force of that hammer blow reminded them of the nightmare from years ago when they were beaten so badly they couldn't take care of themselves.
"Who can take this blow? Who dares to take it?"
That devastating hammer blow, carrying the force of wind and thunder, not only smashed into the Papal Palace, but also enveloped the slender and beautiful Pope below—Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong stood at the very center of the storm, her face solemn. The power of this hammer blow was so great that it made the world lose its color, and even she was shocked.
She was originally prepared to unleash the true form of the Soul-Devouring Spider King to withstand the attack, but the moment she raised her eyes, her gaze inexplicably fell on a girl in black.
That was Zhu Zhuqing.
Under that destructive pressure, everyone else in the Martial Soul Team knelt down, except for her.
The girl with the lowest soul power stood stubbornly, even though her legs were trembling violently and blood was spilling from the corner of her mouth.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes showing no fear, only a wild, unyielding spirit and a fervent yearning for freedom.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still in Bibi Dong's eyes.
The past is endless.
Hu Liena's love of being pampered made up for the slight warmth she had in her imagination regarding her daughter, Qian Renxue.
So at this very moment, Zhu Zhuqing, who is willing to betray her family and defy the world in order to break free from the shackles of fate and pursue power and freedom...
She was the person she had longed for countless times in her dreams, the person she used to be.
Bibi Dong's eyes glazed over for a moment.
She remembered the girl imprisoned in the secret room, the saint who cried out in despair and eventually lost all hope.
"I hate the Spirit Hall, I hate Qian Xunji, I hate this world..."
"I miss Yu Xiaogang, I miss those innocent times..."
For so many years, she has always believed that the Spirit Hall had trapped her, and that the Qian family, that kind of trash, was dragging her down.
Otherwise, she would have been living a happy life long ago.
Therefore, she seeks revenge, even if it means transforming into a demon, she will take revenge on the Qian family and the Spirit Hall.
But it wasn't until today, seeing Zhu Zhuqing's unwavering resolve, that she finally realized the truth.
It turns out that what truly trapped her here was neither the walls of the Spirit Hall nor the existence of Qian Renxue.
It was herself.
She herself has been indulging in the role of "victim," she herself is unwilling to let go of that scarred past, and she herself has drawn a circle around herself.
"Actually, I also want to pursue freedom..."
A relieved smile slowly crept onto Bibi Dong's lips, and her eyes, which had been filled with resentment and gloom, were now tinged with a sense of peace.
"But little did I know that when I stopped looking back, I... would be free."
Once, she longed for an umbrella to shelter that young girl from the wind and rain.
Unfortunately, time has passed, and that umbrella will never come.
"but..."
Bibi Dong's aura changed, replaced by the majestic power of an emperor descending and ruling the four seas.
"Since no one will hold an umbrella for me, from this day forward, I will become the umbrella that shelters the world!"
Having seen through the old shackles of the past, I now know who I truly am.
I will become the empress who ends this chaotic world, I will establish the Martial Soul Empire, and I will reshape this world according to my will!
The moment she understood all this, Bibi Dong's soul power seemed to break free from some kind of shackle. The Rakshasa divine power that had been restless completely submitted to her will at this moment.
Facing Tang Hao's "Great Sumeru Hammer," which was powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers.
Bibi Dong did not retreat, nor did she dodge, and she didn't even activate her Martial Soul True Body. Instead, she smiled and said lightly.
"I'll answer it!"
She gracefully stepped forward and stood behind Zhu Zhuqing.
Then, casually... he extended one index finger.
A dark purple halo flowed across his fingertips; it was not soul power, but divine power that transcended mortals.
"Thump—!!!"
A deep, muffled sound echoed throughout the entire venue.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Everyone stared in horror, witnessing a scene they would never forget:
Tang Hao's hundred-meter-long Haotian Giant Hammer, which he had unleashed with the burning of nine spirit rings and the desperate power of his life, was abruptly halted in mid-air.
It stopped... right in front of Bibi Dong's slender finger.
No matter how Tang Hao roared, no matter how the Haotian Hammer trembled, that finger remained motionless, like the spine supporting the heavens and the earth.
"This...how is this possible?"
Tang Hao's eyes widened in horror, the fighting spirit in them instantly turning into shock.
The powerful impact blew off Bibi Dong's hat.
Bibi Dong's long hair danced in the wind, and her stunningly beautiful face carried an air of composure and indifference that seemed to look down upon the world.
She looked at Tang Hao, whose face was covered in cold sweat, as if he were a naughty child.
"Tang Hao."
Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold, yet resounding throughout the heavens and earth:
"Your Great Sumeru Hammer..."
She flicked her fingertip lightly.
"Buzz!"
The terrifying Haotian Hammer instantly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of black light and dissipating.
Tang Hao was struck as if by a heavy blow, coughing up blood as he flew backward.
Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, stood with her hands behind her back, and gave a calm four-word evaluation:
"Not very good."
Dead silence.
The entire square in front of the Papal Palace fell into an even more suffocating silence than before.
The sight of that finger flicking away the Haotian Hammer had already shattered everyone's worldview, but this was not the end.
Bibi Dong looked at Tang Hao, who was flying backward and covered in blood, and said nothing. She simply took a step forward.
"Buzz—"
A soul power even more profound than when Tang Hao displayed his soul rings erupted from her slender body without reservation.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling spirit ring slowly rose beneath her feet, pulsating around her exquisite figure.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...
When everyone's gaze followed the color of the spirit ring to the last one, everyone's pupils suddenly exploded.
It was a chilling crimson!
red!
Another 100,000-year soul ring!
"boom--!"
At this moment, Bibi Dong's 100,000-year soul ring was a resounding slap in the face to everyone present!
Those Soul Masters who were just boasting that "Haotian Douluo is the number one genius in a century" now had their mouths agape, their faces turning a deep purplish-red, as if someone had grabbed their necks and they couldn't utter a sound.
Bibi Dong stood with her hands behind her back, bathed in the scarlet light, her eyes looking down on all living beings with disdain.
She didn't need to argue.
These nine rhythmic spirit rings, and this dazzling 100,000-year spirit ring, are silently telling everyone a cruel truth:
She is the first truly brilliant and extraordinary person in the history of this continent!
Her gaze swept over the crowd, as if to say something.
"Oh? Who is the youngest Title Douluo?"
At this moment, everyone bowed their heads.
Only that peerless female pope became the sole center of the universe.
Xiao Wu and Tang San were dumbfounded, and at this moment they only had one thought in their minds.
"You're dead!"
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