The left arm bone skill from the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, Sword Grass—Sky-Slashing Reversal.
In his past life, this had been one of Chen Feng's trump cards. Now, in this life, he finally had the chance to unleash it again.
A blinding crimson radiance burst forth from Chen Feng's right arm. In the next instant, a blade of condensed sword energy took form, its edge sharp enough to pierce the heavens. Though facing the hundred-meter mountain-sized Haotian Hammer, in sheer momentum, it did not falter in the slightest—on the contrary, it even carried an overwhelming aura that seemed to tower above it.
Boom!
The deafening roar echoed throughout the mountains, startling cries ringing out from every direction.
The sword light struck head-on, directly sending the white-haired elder's Haotian Hammer flying backward.
And this was the Haotian Hammer under the state of Spirit Avatar!
Its soul power amplification had reached the absolute peak, combined with the innate weight and inertia of the hammer itself. The white-haired elder's attack should have been unstoppable.
Yet even so, it was cleaved aside in a single strike by Chen Feng's sword light.
The colossal hundred-meter hammer vanished, reverting to a Haotian Hammer the size of a water tank. With a mournful hum, it was forced back into its wielder's hand. The white-haired elder's face instantly turned pale as he staggered back nearly a hundred meters before barely stabilizing himself.
As for the black-clad, hat-shaded figure—he hadn't even activated his Martial Soul.
For a moment, silence blanketed the gates of the Haotian Sect.
What did it mean to be a peerless powerhouse?
This was it.
Without even revealing his spirit rings, relying solely on a soul bone skill, he had overwhelmed and repelled a titled Douluo—one wielding the Haotian Hammer itself, in Spirit Avatar form no less.
All those present stood dumbstruck, unable to fathom the true depth of this man's power.
At that moment, a towering figure stepped forward, his presence as solid and immovable as a mountain.
Over two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with cropped graying hair, he wore the same simple gray robe. Yet standing there, he was like the very heart of the Haotian Sect itself.
This was Tang Xiao.
His voice rolled out like thunder, deep and commanding:
"Who exactly are you, sir? What grudge or enmity do you bear against my Haotian Sect, that you would come striking at our gates? State your intent!
"If this is not a fault of our sect, then I, Tang Xiao, will fight you with my life to uphold the dignity of the Haotian Sect!"
As he spoke, he strode forward, his aura swelling like a surging tide.
One by one, his spirit rings unfurled—
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.
With each ring, his momentum deepened and thickened, until in the blink of an eye his presence had reached its absolute peak.
The white-haired elder from before had also been a Titled Douluo. But compared to Tang Xiao, he was in an entirely different league.
The gap was enormous.
For the first time since breaking through to the realm of Titled Douluo, Chen Feng felt genuine pressure.
This was Tang Xiao—Level 97, an assault-type Titled Douluo.
Once, he and Tang Hao had been hailed as the Twin Stars of the Haotian Sect.
Chen Feng's body tensed slightly. Under Tang Xiao's oppressive aura, even he did not dare to be careless. Slowly, he released his spirit rings.
Black, Red, Red, Red, Red, Red, Red, Red, Red.
For ordinary soul masters, possessing even a single hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was as rare as phoenix feathers or qilin horns. The majority of Titled Douluo barely managed a fifty-thousand-year ninth ring.
Even Tang Xiao, Sect Master of the Haotian Sect, had only a seventy-thousand-year ninth ring.
But compared to Chen Feng?
Eight of his nine rings were hundred-thousand-year level.
The dark crimson Shura Seven Kill Sword manifested, and an immense pressure swept out. For the very first time in his life, Tang Xiao felt his Haotian Hammer suppressed at the level of Martial Soul quality.
Before the fight had even begun, he was already at a disadvantage.
But for the sake of the Haotian Sect, he had no choice but to fight.
Yet, just then, the black-clad figure unexpectedly spoke.
Chen Feng's voice came calmly from beneath the hat:
"By Senior Tang Chen's entrustment, I have come to the Haotian Sect."
As he spoke, he removed the bamboo hat, revealing his true face—
A young man, no more than twenty, with clear features and a cold, refined temperament.
Gasps echoed across the square.
A Titled Douluo at such a young age!
Even the likes of Tang Hao, renowned as a prodigy, or Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, had never reached this level so early.
Tang Xiao's heart shook violently, but it was Chen Feng's earlier words that stirred him even more.
At the mention of Tang Chen, his mountain-like body trembled, his composure cracking. The weight of that name was immeasurable within his heart.
"You… you just said Tang Chen… you have seen our forefather?"
Tang Xiao's aura collapsed, and he urgently stepped forward.
Behind him, the five white-haired elders of the sect rushed in as well, their expressions equally agitated.
"You've seen Elder Brother Tang Chen? Did he send you a message for our sect?"
The very name Tang Chen was the soul of the Haotian Sect. He had once led them to rise as the number one sect in the world. Tang Chen himself had swept across the entire soul master world, establishing an unmatched legend.
Even Qian Daoliu, Grand Priest of Spirit Hall and also a rank-99 Peerless Douluo, had been defeated by Tang Chen.
But Tang Chen had left the Haotian Sect decades ago. Without him, the sect had fallen into its current straits.
Chen Feng's gaze swept coldly across them.
"It seems you all care deeply for Senior Tang Chen. Then I will tell you—Tang Chen once fell into the City of Slaughter for decades, and even received the inheritance of the Shura God. But in the end, he failed."
"Then… will Elder Tang Chen ever return?" one of the elders asked hopefully.
Chen Feng shook his head.
"No. Senior Tang Chen has reached the end of his lifespan. His final wish was to go to distant Seagod Island to meet Bo Saixi one last time. As for the affairs of the Haotian Sect—he has temporarily entrusted them to me."
As he finished speaking, Chen Feng produced a delicate golden hammer.
The Haotian Chief Elder's Token!
Tang Xiao and the five elders' expressions stiffened at once. As the highest authority figures of the sect, they naturally recognized this token's existence.
Tang Xiao's voice grew solemn:
"All disciples of the Haotian Sect—pay respects to the Haotian Order!"
He himself dropped to one knee, pressing a hand over his chest in reverence.
Behind him, the five elders fell to both knees, bowing deeply.
And in the square, hundreds of Haotian disciples dropped in unison, their voices silent, their bodies pressed low.
Of course, their obeisance was directed not at Chen Feng himself, but at the Haotian Order he bore.
The cold aloofness on Tang Xiao's and the elders' faces melted away.
Tang Xiao spoke again:
If Grandfather entrusted the Haotian Order to you… Then does he wish for you to deliver it back to the sect?