Chapter Sixty-Two: Clash of Supreme Martial Spirits

Clang! Clang! The clash of sword and hammer echoed through the air as the battle between the two Title Douluo reached its fever pitch.

Both combatants had unleashed their Martial Souls’ true forms: the colossal Clear Sky Hammer and the razor-sharp Holy Sword collided midair, each impact unleashing a deafening roar and a terrifying surge of soul power.

Ye Lingling and Huo Wu’s faces had grown deathly pale. It was clear that, with their Soul Sect-level cultivation, they couldn’t withstand the aftermath of a fight between Title Douluo—much less Super Douluo who had broken through rank ninety-five.

“Even a Soul Sect can barely resist the shockwaves from Title Douluo, let alone a newborn baby. I wonder if Tang Hao is deliberately ignoring that, or if it’s never crossed his mind,” Xiao Yu muttered inwardly, pulling the two young women back, away from the heart of the battle.

At just the right moment, Miro and Aiolia, the two other Title Douluo, appeared. Their soul power intertwined to construct a protective wall, keeping the rampant energy of the clash at bay.

“Damn it! Where did this Title Douluo come from? His Martial Soul isn’t inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer, and his soul power surpasses even mine!” Tang Hao cursed inwardly.

For Title Douluo above rank ninety-five, each level of difference was a chasm. That Tang Hao could still hold his own against Asura, despite being a level lower, was entirely due to the supreme secret arts of the Clear Sky Sect—passed down by his grandfather, Tang Chen: the Nine Absolutes of the Clear Sky!

The weakness of the Disorder Split Wind Hammer technique was far too obvious. Asura saw through it easily. Tang Hao tried to use it, but after only three strikes, his charge-up was disrupted. Two attempts were enough for him to abandon it.

Yet, even with the more practical Nine Absolutes, Tang Hao could barely hold on. Ever since his battle with Qian Xunji, he’d been left with an incurable dark injury, suppressed only by his immense soul power.

After so long fighting Asura, Tang Hao had drawn too much from his reserves and could barely suppress the wounds raging within.

“Grand Sumeru Hammer!”

With no other options, Tang Hao unleashed the ultimate skill his grandfather had taught him alone—the exclusive divine art of the Clear Sky Douluo: Ring Detonation.

The power of Ring Detonation was terrifying. In his current state, each detonation would severely shorten his own life. But this was his only way out. If he kept fighting, his old wounds would erupt anyway, and defeat would be inevitable.

A transparent, blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring exploded, flooding Tang Hao’s body with tremendous energy that poured into his Clear Sky Hammer. The already enormous hammer swelled even further, its head vast enough to blot out the sky.

“Die!”

Suppressing the agony of the soul ring’s energy coursing through him, Tang Hao swung the hammer down at Asura with all his might.

“Ninth Soul Skill—Divine Might Holy Sword!”

Facing Tang Hao’s heaven-shattering blow, Asura also unleashed his strongest attack, condensing his soul power into a ten-thousand-zhang Holy Sword. Compressed layer upon layer until it was only the size of an arm, it possessed the power to cleave through all things, severing even the roots of existence.

“Cleave!”

The Holy Sword, brimming with terrifying might, met the Clear Sky Hammer head-on. It was as if two comets collided at full speed. In an instant, a blinding light erupted from the point of impact, altering the very heavens and earth. Even the air seemed to be torn asunder.

Blood sprayed from Tang Hao’s lips as he staggered back several steps, no longer able to suppress his internal injuries. The Clear Sky Hammer dug into the ground, barely keeping him upright.

Asura fared little better. A hundred-thousand-year soul ring, combined with the divine Grand Sumeru Hammer, had produced an attack on par with the strongest strike of a rank ninety-seven Title Douluo. Having taken it head-on, Asura felt his organs shaken, his hands trembling uncontrollably, a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

They gasped for breath, eyes locked, neither willing to yield.

“Miro, Aiolia!”

Xiao Yu knew the fight could not continue. Any further, and Tang Hao might truly die, while Asura could be left with fatal injuries from Tang Hao’s desperate counterattack.

More importantly, Xiao Yu had another concern. Tang Hao had survived the Road to Hell and obtained the Killing God Domain—he was a candidate for the Asura God’s inheritance. Who knew if Tang San’s wild father might sense his own father’s mortal crisis and, breaking all rules, infuse his Asura divine power through the Killing God Domain? If that happened, they would all be in grave danger.

The two Title Douluo instantly released their Martial Souls. This time, Tang Hao abandoned all resistance. Three Title Douluo, each with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring—this was even more formidable than Qian Xunji backed by the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo. And he himself was in far worse shape than back then.

“What exactly do you want?” Tang Hao took a deep breath, forcing down the blood surging within him.

He had never feared death—but he could not die now. Tang San was still weak, in need of his protection. He had yet to pass on all the Clear Sky Sect’s ultimate arts, and, most importantly, there was that rabbit by his side.

Wait!

Suddenly, Tang Hao’s expression changed. He thought of something terrible. That little rabbit was still in its infancy—how could it escape the eyes of three Title Douluo? That meant her identity was already exposed.

No, that little rabbit’s soul ring and bone belonged to his son. No one else could take them!

“Don’t push your luck! Don’t forget—I am of the Clear Sky Sect!” In utter desperation, Tang Hao—who had always considered himself the sect’s sinner—invoked its name. Perhaps only the reputation of the world’s number one sect could intimidate those before him.

“Tang Hao, save your posturing!”

Xiao Yu sneered, “Don’t take everyone for fools. You think I don’t know your secrets? The Clear Sky Sect—sure, your elder brother Tang Xiao dotes on you and might intervene. But the other elders? Especially the Seventh Elder, Tang Lie, whose eldest son died at the hands of Spirit Hall because of you. He’d love nothing more than to see you dead!”

Exposed so mercilessly, Tang Hao’s face shifted from green to pale, a fascinating sight.

“Tang Hao, there’s no need to be so tense.”

Seeing Tang Hao so deflated, Xiao Yu’s delight grew. “I care nothing for the lives of you or your son, nor for that rabbit. Whether you want to keep her as your son’s future wife or as his soul ring and soul bone—that’s your business, not mine. I have no interest in interfering.”

“Is that true?” Even Tang Hao couldn’t hide his surprise and joy at these words.

Xiao Yu nodded. “Of course.”

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast was rare, but the Soft-Bone Rabbit was not a powerful beast. Xiao Yu truly had little interest in her. However, her two fawning beast brothers—the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape—had long been objects of his desire. Sooner or later, he would go to the Star Dou Great Forest and claim them as his soul rings and bones.