In an instant, a trace of mockery flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
He didn't know this white-haired old man, but just from the other's aura, he could guess that this old man was likely also a Titled Douluo, possibly even a Super Douluo surpassing level 95.
However, Tang Hao felt no fear in his heart.
Heh, who isn't a Super Douluo?
At this moment, his fighting spirit was completely ignited.
"Hah!"
Tang Hao shouted fiercely, like a thunderclap.
The Clear Sky Hammer, like a small mountain, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, smashed down viciously.
The corner of his mouth hooked up slightly, as if he could already see the old man, along with that Angel God statue, being smashed to pieces under this hammer.
"Boom—"
A deafening explosion rang out.
Surging soul power oscillated outward like rolling sea waves, instantly sweeping across the entire square.
In an instant, gales raged.
On the square, under this powerful impact, crushed stones flew in all directions with crackling sounds, obscuring everyone's vision.
Soul Masters below level 70 couldn't withstand such power. Blown by this violent hurricane, they stumbled and fell, looking wretched.
"Hah!"
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo reacted extremely quickly. Exchanging a glance, their figures flashed, quickly arriving at the two sides of the square.
At the same time, Bibi Dong raised the scepter in her hand. Soul power erupted like a volcanic eruption, dazzling and brilliant.
The three formed a triangular formation, their soul power intertwining to form a huge soul power shield. Intercepting the aftershocks of the battle, they protected the surrounding Soul Masters and buildings.
After several minutes, the soul power tremors gradually subsided.
The dust dispersed, and in mid-air, the figures of the two gradually became clear.
"What!"
In an instant, everyone's pupils shrank, their eyes full of astonishment.
They saw that the white-haired old man had merely raised his hand slightly, condensing a brilliant golden protective aura in front of him, like a golden sun, shining dazzlingly.
And that heavy and powerful Clear Sky Hammer was actually blocked directly by this seemingly thin protective aura.
The huge hammerhead smashed one meter in front of the old man, unable to advance another inch.
Behind the old man, that towering Angel God statue, symbolizing the supreme glory of Spirit Hall, was unscathed.
At this time, the nine shining soul rings on the old man's body were revealed without a doubt.
That was not the optimal configuration pursued by traditional Soul Masters, but an extremely terrifying, blood-chilling combination.
Eight black, one red!
"How is this possible!"
Tang Hao blinked hard, seemingly suspecting he was hallucinating.
The next moment, a strong sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart.
Because he found that his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious force, unable to move in the slightest.
"Domain!"
These two words suddenly flashed through Tang Hao's mind.
Looking at the old man's sacred and majestic Angel Martial Soul, and the brilliant golden aura around him, Tang Hao instantly made a judgment.
This must be the legendary Angelic Domain.
"Break for me!"
Tang Hao gritted his teeth, changing to grip the hammer handle with both hands. His eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast, roaring at the sky.
At the same time, a pale white current erupted from his body like a surging fountain.
In an instant, the area within a few hundred meters around him was enveloped by this pale white current, as if instantly entering a white world.
On the ground, the Soul Masters enveloped by this aura immediately felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Their whole bodies were cold, and their soul power circulation became sluggish.
Even Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo clearly felt their strength weakened significantly.
"To be able to defeat Qian Xunji... the Death God Domain indeed has some tricks," the old man said calmly, looking at the Clear Sky Hammer shaking violently within the Angelic Domain.
The next moment, the old man's eyes turned slightly cold.
His fifth soul ring suddenly shone, the light dazzling. The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him, like an awakened deity, burst forth with intense golden light.
The golden light, like a converging sun, gathered in his right palm.
"Considering you are the descendant of an old acquaintance, I will spare your life. However, since you dared to blaspheme the Angel God, this old man naturally must punish you a little."
As the old man's voice fell, the golden light in his right palm surged out like a flood breaking a dam, instantly submerging the entire Clear Sky Hammer.
Together with Tang Hao's right arm, they were swallowed by this brilliant golden light.
"Ah!" Tang Hao screamed instantly.
In that brilliant golden light, his right arm seemed to be burned by a raging fire, instantly charred.
The next moment, it disappeared completely.
Strangely, at the right shoulder, the wound was neat and smooth, as if cut by a sharp blade. It was covered with a layer of golden flame, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.
In that brilliant golden light, a touch of black appeared abruptly.
Everyone looked closely; it was clearly a complete right arm bone. Under the reflection of the golden light, it emitted a mysterious and alluring luster.
"Soul bone!"
These two words flashed through everyone's mind simultaneously.
Moreover, judging from the quality of this soul bone, its luster warm and its aura powerful, it absolutely would not be lower than fifty thousand years.
"Bang!"
Tang Hao's body fell heavily onto the square like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pile of rubble.
At this time, the square was full of crushed stones. With this fall, his face was cut by the stones, and a large amount of blood flowed out, like a painted face.
With his Martial Soul shattered, plus a broken arm, Tang Hao's condition at this moment could be described as extremely miserable.
His face was as white as paper, devoid of blood. His chest heaved slightly, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
The old man waved his right hand, sucking the soul bone into his hand, then slowly descended to the ground.
His expression remained calm, as if everything that had just happened was merely a trivial matter.
At this moment, Tang Hao looked at the old man, his eyes full of horror.
Associating it with what the old man just said, he finally remembered the old man's identity.
Tang Hao's grandfather had once said that there was a Soul Master in Spirit Hall whose strength was comparable to his. Even if he exploded all nine rings, he didn't have full confidence in defeating him.
Level 99 Limit Douluo.
Sky Invincible.
Qian Daoliu.
At this moment, Tang Hao's heart was full of regret.
He wished he could slap himself twice. Clearly, he could have just left with Tang San.
Now it was over. Just to vent his anger, he had gotten himself into this.
Looking at the soul bone in Qian Daoliu's hand, Tang Hao instantly became agitated. That was the Clear Sky Clan's inheritance soul bone.
"Pfft!"
Tang Hao's reaction was too intense. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his vision went black, and he fainted directly.
At this time, the square was already dead silent.
Everyone looked at the old man in the field, as if seeing the Angel God descend to the mortal world, their hearts filled with shock.
"Whoosh~"
The next moment, a clamor erupted around the square.
"Too strong! Is this the strength of the Great Priest!"
"The Clear Sky Douluo's strength is known to everyone. But the Great Priest defeated him with just one hand, severed an arm, and obtained a soul bone. Truly satisfying!"
In front of the Pope's Palace, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, both detecting the solemnity in each other's eyes.
Subsequently, the two could only sigh inwardly.
On the other side, Bibi Dong's face was heavy, as if covered by a dark cloud. Looking at Qian Daoliu in the field, her fists clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning white.
This old immortal, is this his true strength? Bibi Dong cursed inwardly.
No wonder he doesn't care about the position of Pope. With my current strength against him, I probably couldn't even take three moves.
"Huu~"
Bibi Dong gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, trying to calm her agitated emotions.
Gradually, her face finally returned to calm.
One day, I will make everyone in the Qian family pay the price! Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, secretly vowing in her heart.
Looking at the fainted Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened instantly.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yu Xiaogang shouted excitedly.
He rubbed his eyes hard with both hands, as if trying to crush this "illusion" before him.
Saying this, Yu Xiaogang made as if to rush onto the square to check on his idol's condition.
Although he had heard of the figure Qian Daoliu, he could never believe that his idol would actually be defeated by someone in one move.
"Xiaogang, calm down." Flender quickly held Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu walked slowly toward the Shrek rest area, his direction precisely toward Tang San.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang instantly wilted, as if his spine had been removed. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look in Qian Daoliu's direction again, as if afraid the other party would notice him.
At this moment, Tang San looked at Qian Daoliu in front of him, his body trembling violently, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He never expected that his Titled Douluo father wouldn't even last one move in the opponent's hands.
This completely overturned his cognition.
That golden light attack... even if only a trace hit him, he would probably die on the spot, right?
"Your name is Tang San?" Qian Daoliu spoke slowly.
"Thump!" Tang San's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.
"Se... Senior." Tang San spoke slowly, his voice carrying a tremor.
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "Twin Martial Souls. Your talent is not bad."
Tang San looked up at Qian Daoliu. He saw no soul power fluctuation on the other party, like an ordinary old man, smiling slightly, yet giving a feeling of unfathomable depth.
"Th... Thank you for the praise, Senior." Tang San tried hard to calm his emotions and keep his voice steady.
"Your father has already been expelled from the Clear Sky Clan, so he doesn't count as a Clear Sky Clan disciple. Given your age, you shouldn't have entered the Clear Sky mountain gate either. Spirit Hall will not trouble you with the ban."
As Qian Daoliu's words fell, Tang San's heart instantly calmed down a lot, as if he had taken a tranquilizer.
Now, he was the fish on the chopping block.
In front of such a powerhouse, he didn't have a trace of ability to resist.
Qian Daoliu said quietly, "However, your father blasphemed the Angel God. I severed one of his arms. Do you have any objections?"
Tang San took a deep breath and shook his head. "Senior handled things fairly; Tang San has no objections. However, Father only did it to protect me and had no intention of opposing Spirit Hall. I beg Senior to show mercy."
Saying this, Tang San kowtowed heavily on the ground.
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "I have already said, I have no intention of taking his life. However, according to Spirit Hall law, blaspheming the Angel God requires imprisonment for one month. Tang San, do you have any objections?"
"Tang San admits guilt on behalf of Father." Tang San's forehead pressed against the ground, daring not make any superfluous movements.
At this moment, he raised his head. "Senior, Father's injuries are severe. Can Tang San be imprisoned together to take care of my father?"
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "You are filial. As you wish."
"Thank you, Senior!" Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully.
Qian Daoliu said indifferently, "Tang San, your talent is good. In the future, you have the opportunity to reach the peak of the continent. If at that time, you still hold a grudge about today's events, you are welcome to come find this old man again."
"By the way, this old man is Qian Daoliu."
With that, soul power surged around Qian Daoliu, space rippled slightly, and he disappeared directly from the square.
Night fell.
The events of the day quickly spread throughout Spirit City.
That was the legendary Clear Sky Douluo, the existence who defeated the previous Pope, yet he was suppressed by the Great Priest with one hand!
It was believed that this matter would soon spread throughout the entire continent.
And this night was destined to be an extraordinary one.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan rest room.
"Uncle Jian, if I fully support you, under an 80% boost, could you fight that Great Priest?" Ning Fengzhi asked in a deep voice.
Chen Xin shook his head and slowly spoke, "Fengzhi, you are currently only at the Soul Saint realm, and your vision is still narrow. Looking at him is like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the moon. And for a Titled Douluo like me, looking at him is like a mayfly looking at the vast sky."
As his voice fell, Ning Fengzhi's face instantly darkened, as if shrouded in a haze.
He had never heard Chen Xin evaluate a person so highly.
Just then, a servant's voice came from the door. "Clan Master, Elders, Dai Mubai is waiting in the hall."