How ridiculous.
One, the peerless Genius that the Clear Sky Sect prided itself on, the Clear Sky Douluo.
One, the 'Useless Grandmaster' of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Are these the kind of men cultivated by the two top Sects on the Douluo Continent?
"Teacher, are you alright?"
Hu Liena looked at Bibi Dong's expression, her voice laced with a hint of worry.
Bibi Dong slowly shook her head.
"I'm fine."
Her voice was soft, calm, yet carried an icy chill that cut to the bone.
She was fine.
She simply no longer held even the slightest illusion about this world, about the so-called Righteous Path, or about those hypocritical men.
Just then, on the official road, Tang Hao, who had been acting dazed and muttering to himself, suddenly had a fierce glint flash in his eyes.
An opportunity!
Although his mental force was suppressed, his combat instincts remained. This mysterious person's attention seemed completely drawn by his words.
Now!
Tang Hao's body erupted instantly, squeezing out the last trace of spirit power from his body.
The black Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air, its heavy head whistling as it tore through the air.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!
First Hammer! Second Hammer! Third Hammer!
Each hammer faster than the last, each hammer heavier than the last!
Power stacked up madly layer upon layer, the air was churned by the hammer shadows, emitting a harsh explosion. The entire official road trembled under this power, and the ground cracked open.
Li Yifei didn't even spare Tang Hao a second glance.
His body merely shifted slightly to the side.
The first hammer, condensed with the fury of a Titled Douluo, grazed the corner of his robe and smashed heavily onto the ground, blasting out a deep pit.
Tang Hao's pupils contracted.
How could this be?
He didn't stop. The essence of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was its continuity; stopping meant losing momentum.
Fourth Hammer! Fifth Hammer!
The hammer shadows crisscrossed, sealing off all of Li Yifei's escape routes.
However, Li Yifei's body weaved through the gaps between the hammer shadows, walking with leisure. His movements were so effortless it seemed less like a life-or-death struggle and more like a stroll in a garden.
Every time, the heavy, powerful hammer head missed by a hair's breadth.
Cold sweat beaded on Tang Hao's forehead.
He realized that every single attack of his was completely predicted by the opponent.
The opponent's gaze had never focused on him from beginning to end; it was terrifyingly calm.
It was like an adult watching a three-year-old child swing a wooden stick.
This disregard was more infuriating and humiliating to Tang Hao than any mockery.
He was the Clear Sky Douluo!
The man who once single-handedly severely injured three Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall!
"Aaaargh!"
Tang Hao let out a beast-like roar, gritting his teeth and pushing his spirit power to the extreme.
Chaotic Cloak, Ninth Hammer!
This hammer condensed all his strength and dignity. The air was compressed to the extreme, and the space around the hammer head showed visible distortion, emitting a piercing sonic boom!
Li Yifei finally made a move.
He didn't even lift his head.
He merely extended his right hand and casually pointed a finger.
A single finger gently tapped the face of the whistling Clear Sky Hammer.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The Ninth Hammer, which had condensed Tang Hao's life's power, stopped less than half a foot from Li Yifei's back.
Immovable.
As if suppressed by an invisible mountain.
Tang Hao's face instantly turned ashen from flushed red.
He wanted to retract the Clear Sky Hammer, but found that the Spirit, connected to his Bloodline, seemed welded in mid-air, completely unable to move.
Li Yifei's finger flicked lightly.
"Ding."
A faint sound.
An irresistible, immense force was transmitted along the Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Hao was struck as if by lightning, his body flying backward like a broken kite, smashing heavily onto the ground dozens of meters away, plowing a long furrow.
"Pfft—"
He spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
An unknown number of ribs in his chest were broken.
Tang Hao struggled, trying to climb out of the pit in the ground, but found his body completely unresponsive.
He looked up, watching the figure slowly turning around and walking toward him, his eyes finally filled with terror.
This person... is a monster!
Is he a God?
No, even a God couldn't have taken his Ninth Hammer so casually!
He understood.
From start to finish, he never had the slightest chance.
If he didn't fight desperately now, he would truly die here!
A decisive madness flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He roared, using his last bit of strength.
"Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation!"
Before the words even finished, the spirit rings on his body began to flash in reverse!
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black!
The eight spirit rings, starting from the first hundred-year spirit ring, lit up one after another, and then... exploded!
[Worlds Number One Princess: What is he doing? What kind of move is this? Why are the spirit rings lighting up so strangely?]
[Little Fox Demon: Ring Detonation! It's the forbidden Profound Truth of the Clear Sky Sect, the Great Sumeru Hammer! Has he gone mad?!]
[Is Jade Not Jade: Detonating the rings will render them unusable for several days!]
[Is Jade Not Jade: The people of the Clear Sky Sect would never use this move unless absolutely cornered! Tang Hao, that beast, has truly been driven to a dead end!]
Inside the Spirit Hall carriage, Bibi Dong also sat up straight.
Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation.
It was a trump card life-saving ultimate skill for a Clear Sky Sect Titled Douluo, sacrificing spirit rings temporarily to unleash power far exceeding their limits in an instant.
Tang Hao was actually going to detonate all eight spirit rings at once!
The first hundred-year spirit ring detonated!
The second hundred-year spirit ring detonated!
...
The eighth ten-thousand-year spirit ring detonated!
A terrifying spirit power storm erupted centered on Tang Hao, sweeping across the wilderness!
The official road was lifted up inch by inch, and the surrounding trees were uprooted, blown away in the violent energy.
Smoke and energy intertwined, forming a giant mushroom cloud that obscured everyone's vision.
The live broadcast screen also became blurry due to the heavy smoke from the violent explosion.
The girls in the group held their breath, staring tensely at the screen.
The smoke slowly dispersed.
In the image, only a bottomless giant pit remained where they stood.
Tang Hao's figure had vanished.
And Li Yifei was still standing in place, holding the unconscious Xiao Wu in his arms.
The plain white robe on his body was spotless.
[Worlds Number One Princess: Where is he? Did Tang Hao run away?]
[Little Fox Demon: He detonated eight rings just to run away? That's too...]
[Is Jade Not Jade: It seems he was truly terrified, fleeing even at the cost of his life.]
Li Yifei looked at the messages in the group, and his voice sounded flat.
"He did run."
He looked up, his gaze seeming to penetrate the spatial barriers, looking into the distance.
"But he won't get far."
As his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot.
The next second.
The live broadcast screen switched.