Chapter 275: Qian Renchuan Battles Tang Hao
Xiao Wu planted one foot on Tang San's lower back. With her waist as the pivot, she arched backward and thrust her foot forward, sending Tang San flying into the air. The scorpion-braid momentarily slipped free, and Xiao Wu's phantom caught up to Tang San as he soared.
Her two hands latched onto his waist. Her own slender waist bent almost to breaking, spinning backward with Tang San's body in midair for two full rotations. As she plummeted toward the ground, that fierce rotation whipped Tang San down at terrifying speed.
Because Xiao Wu's soul form was a spirit skill controlled by Qian Renchuan, she did everything possible not to kill Tang San outright—tears sliding from her beautiful face, tortured beyond words. She desperately didn't want to hurt her beloved Third Brother, willing even to die instead. But her soul was under someone else's command, leaving her no choice.
Tang San's face, too, brimmed with pain. As Xiao Wu's foot sent him skyward, and she followed to slam him back down, he might have summoned the Clear Sky Hammer to fight back, but he couldn't bring himself to harm Xiao Wu—the love of both his lives—even if it meant death.
All he could do was muster his spirit power across his entire body, trying to shield himself. Yet the violent impact instantly shattered his gathered spirit power. After all, at only the Spirit Ancestor level, how could he endure the Exploding Eight-Stage Throw meant to crush even Spirit Douluo?
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Every blow of her foot rained down on Tang San, snapping his bones with sickening cracks and making him spew blood continuously.
As consciousness faded, Tang San forced his eyes open just a crack. Gazing on that sprite-like face filled with tears and torment, he curved his lips into a gentle smile.
"If I really must die, then dying at Xiao Wu's hands…isn't so bad."
Just then, a burst of music echoed in the ears of Qian Renchuan, Tang San, and Xiao Wu—lyrics speaking of chaos, unending battles, turning to see one's companion, shattering curses, continuing the story…
A massive, blood-red Clear Sky Hammer descended from above like a great vat, striking Xiao Wu's phantom and blasting her away. As it kept coming for Qian Renchuan, he quickly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to withdraw, evading the hammer.
Boom!
The hammer fell, creating a modest pit. Blood-red traces flared along a bat-wing pattern etched on the hammer's face. Seven spirit rings, two purple, four black, and one red, wound around it—utterly unaffected by the Slaughter City's restrictions.
"The Killing God Domain—Tang Hao."
Qian Renchuan raised his head. On the top of the ten-meter wall stood Tang Hao, wearing a wide robe that flapped in the wind. As the fabric settled, swirling killing aura formed an arm and a leg of pure murderous energy.
Tang Hao stepped down, using his spirit power as leverage, landing on the ground while cradling the gravely wounded Tang San in his arms. Feeling how critical Tang San's condition was, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with killing intent.
The pink, soft figure that Tang Hao had blasted away flickered faintly, so close to vanishing. Seeing Tang Hao's arrival, her face revealed delight. She turned into a pink glow, returning to the Soft Bone Rabbit left arm bone in Qian Renchuan's arm.
Tang Hao tore the robe from his body and spread it out with spirit power, laying Tang San upon it to keep him relatively clean. With another gesture, the Clear Sky Hammer flew back into his hand.
"Son of Qian Xunji—how dare you, with your greater power, so mercilessly wound my son. Even if your father were here, you'd still pay for this!"
In terms of seniority, Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu were of one generation, then Qian Xunji and Tang Zhen, then Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua, Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, and below them Tang San. Hence, from Tang Hao's perspective, Qian Renchuan was indeed "bullying" someone of a younger generation.
Qian Renchuan's eyes flashed with disdain. "Age alone doesn't grant power. You're a disgrace to the Clear Sky Clan—nearly crippling your own son so he couldn't get past rank 39. You dare call yourself a father? Dare to utter my father's name with that mouth? If my father were here, a rude ingrate like you wouldn't dare be so brazen!"
"Whelp…!"
Tang Hao erupted in fury, unleashing his full Killing God Domain. A terrifying slaughter aura sealed the space around Qian Renchuan. Blood-lit, the Clear Sky Hammer swelled to over ten meters in length and came smashing down.
Boom!
The massive hammer slammed the ground, splintering it into a web of cracks half a meter deep. Qian Renchuan glowed with golden light, using his head to take the brunt of the blow without the slightest injury.
"That's the skill of that little rabbit. Let's see how many blows you can block!"
"Tang Hao, a mere Spirit Sage—dealing with you alone is enough!"
Titan right arm spirit bone skill—Titan Firmament Cannon!
Earthen yellow light flared on Qian Renchuan's right arm, forming a shield in front of him. With a granite-covered fist, he punched out a blast of air and earth energy, colliding with the hammer overhead and forcing it back.
Bang!
Tang Hao staggered backward multiple steps. Each time his feet touched the ground, it cracked beneath him. His torso bent sharply at the waist, nearly snapping in half.
"That's the spirit bone from the Titan Giant Ape."
Seeing all truths, obliterating all injustice—Violet Extreme Divine Light!
Suddenly, two beams of pinkish-blue radiance blasted from Qian Renchuan's eyes—raw spiritual energy crossing more than ten meters to strike Tang Hao.
Tang Hao grunted, fresh blood spewing from his mouth and nose. He felt like a heavy hammer had smashed into his brain, nearly knocking him off his feet. His fighting strength plummeted by thirty percent in an instant.
When he opened his eyes again, bloodshot veins laced them. Shock warred in his expression. He sensed that Qian Renchuan's spiritual power exceeded his own by a fraction.
He had once been a rank 93 Title Douluo. Though his cultivation had fallen to rank 73, his mental strength had not diminished—aside from the portion linked to the left leg bone Qian Xunji had taken from him. Essentially, his spirit remained at a rank 93 Douluo level.
But Qian Renchuan, at only rank 68, had a spiritual power that surpassed his own—a 93-level mental capacity—and actually used it to wound him.
Tang Hao's eyes shimmered with deep killing intent. He had to disable Qian Renchuan here and leave him to die at the hands of the fallen, or else Qian Renchuan might truly seize his son's Asura God inheritance. Then the Clear Sky Clan's hope of destroying Spirit Hall would be gone, and they might be annihilated by Qian Renchuan in turn.
But could Tang Hao defeat him?
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