"Look at you, so hasty again, but you've finally shown some backbone!"
Pei Qing looked at Tang San, who was no longer running away and even dared to swing his Clear Sky Hammer at him, and nodded in satisfaction.
Then he stretched out a hand and directly grabbed Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
"Fool!"
Tang San looked at Pei Qing in front of him, who actually wanted to catch his Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, and his eyes immediately revealed a strong sense of disdain and expectation.
Although he was only a Soul Master, the Clear Sky Hammer, after absorbing four Soul Rings and unleashing its full power, could easily exert more than 20,000 jin of force. Even a Soul Douluo would be in great danger if he caught it bare-handed.
Although he knew that it was almost impossible to kill Pei Qing with the Clear Sky Hammer, as long as he was given a chance to escape, then Pei Qing's doom would be imminent.
When he returned to the human world, he would reveal that Pei Qing was a Soul Beast and had more than 100,000 years of cultivation. Then this guy would become the enemy of mankind, and countless people would kill this damned guy for him.
What happened next made Tang San's eyes widen, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
His Clear Sky Hammer was simply caught by bare hands, as easily as grabbing a toy!
How could the difference be so great? Was this the strength of the Beast God? Damn it!
Was he really destined to perish here?!
Hatred flashed in Tang San's eyes, and endless resentment gathered within him. All the misfortunes of the past years erupted at this moment!
Pei Qing sensed something, but didn't care. In the current Douluo Continent, if she wanted to kill, no one could protect her. The Rakshasa Goddess
of the God Realm
was in a bad mood today because her long-sought successor had died.
This greatly frustrated her. As a god who possessed evil thoughts, passing on her divine power was extremely difficult. A talent like Bibi Dong was truly a once-in-a-millennium find. She
had finally encountered one, only to have her killed—by the Silver Dragon King!
That strange silver dragon spear had directly drained a large amount of Bibi Dong's life force; even if she wanted to save her, it was too late.
"Hmm, more resentment. And it's Douluo Continent again. How can there be so many talented people there? Bibi Dong is dead, and now there's another one."
Rakshasa God descended with some delight. Douluo Continent was indeed a good place. If this resentful person could, with her guidance, curry favor with the Lord of the Great Sun, then her own divine position might not be impossible to elevate to the level of a God-King.
Thinking of becoming the sixth God-King in the God Realm in the future, a smug look appeared on her face.
However, Rakshasa God quickly withdrew her divine sense. Her exquisitely beautiful and eerily alluring face was now as black as the bottom of a pot. This was completely playing with her!
How could a successor have a grudge against the Lord of the Great Sun? How could her divine position still be passed on?
As a god who had been stuck at the level of a first-level god for tens of thousands of years, Rakshasa couldn't hold back any longer. She really wanted to just pack up her divine position and give it away.
The universe is boundless, full of wonder and freedom. What's the point of staying in the God Realm? She yearns for the stars and the sea!
Damn it, she'd better wait until the Lord of the Great Sun arrives before looking for a successor.
Otherwise, every time she finds one, they'll die. This is just messing with her mindset. She withdrew her divine sense; she didn't want to care anymore. She'd better go and deal with the servants of the Asura God. This God Realm is truly utterly boring.
Pei Qing withdrew his gaze from the sky, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
He had just sensed an extremely powerful divine sense descending, seemingly seeing him and then withdrawing it again.
Who on earth would pay attention to such a predictable battle? Have the gods of the God Realm become so idle?
"You Clear Sky Hammers have always been like this, believing your power is invincible. But in reality, your power is just average. Compared to the true power of the Golden Dragon, it's a joke."
Pei Qing said, gripping the Clear Sky Hammer that Tang San was gritting his teeth and pulling back.
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With a sudden burst of force, Pei Qing exerted immense pressure on his fingers.
The Clear Sky Hammer cracked repeatedly, and Tang San was instantly struck by the backlash of his martial soul, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, his face turning deathly pale.
His Clear Sky Hammer, already shattered by Pei Qing, was now broken again—a classic case of old wounds healing only to be replaced by new ones
!
The Clear Sky Hammer shattered completely in Pei Qing's hand, and Tang San could no longer sustain himself, crashing heavily to the ground.
Seeing Tang San lying on the ground, barely alive and unable to even stand, Pei Qing lost interest in playing around with him and summoned a ball of True Solar Fire.
The True Solar Fire, radiating golden holy light, instantly brought destruction to a radius of a hundred meters.
The terrifying temperature swept across the entire area, turning everything in sight into charred remains.
"Pei Qing, I didn't lose to you... If it weren't for the countless powerful people around you, I wouldn't have lost to you."
"Even if you kill me, I won't respect you."
"Do you dare make a bet with me? You let me go now, and if you dare defeat me again next time we meet, I'll let you do whatever you want with me!"
Tang San's voice was hoarse. He was in excruciating pain all over his body, and
he didn't even have the ability to resist. But he didn't want to die. He still had a long life ahead of him to enjoy. He hadn't married Xiao Wu yet, and he hadn't revived the Tang Sect. How could he die? He absolutely couldn't give up his life so easily!
"Oh... You look down on me? You still want to make a bet with me?"
Pei Qing looked at Tang San as if he were looking at a mentally ill patient.
What kind of bizarre thought process could lead someone to come up with a bet on their deathbed?
He still admired Tang San; at least Pei Qing had never thought of such a thing before. It was simply outrageous.
"You dare not? I never expected the renowned genius Pei Qing of the continent to be such a coward. It's truly astonishing."
"If you dare not bet with me, then kill me immediately."
"If I, Tang San, beg for mercy even once, I am no hero!"
Tang San stared at Pei Qing with unwavering resolve, a sneer playing on his lips.
"Fine, I'll let you go. I want to see just how strong you are next time!"
Pei Qing turned and walked away, his voice cold as he went.
Tang San was overjoyed and immediately wanted to leave.
But the next moment, Pei Qing reappeared before Tang San.
"Tang San, we meet again. Let me see your strength!"
(End of Chapter)