Chapter 32 Dragon Soul Purple Flame, Burning Soul Power and Soul?
Tang Hao, like a hero severing his own arm, cuts off his left arm!
"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Flame Thrust!"
The spear strikes like a dragon!
The body of the Purple Flame Dragon Spear is instantly enveloped in blazing purple flames.
The flame at the spear tip condenses into an incredibly solid spiral-shaped sharpness.
Wei Tianchen flicks his wrist, and the spear doesn't thrust straight, but instead draws a tricky and unpredictable arc.
It bypasses the massive body of the Clear Sky Hammer, aiming directly at the opening exposed by Tang Hao's full-force swing—his left shoulder!
Clang—!!!
A deafening sound of metal clashing resounds through the sky!
Tang Hao reacts with lightning speed, forcefully twisting his hammer's momentum at the critical moment, narrowly blocking the fatal strike with the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer!
The violent impact causes the arena beneath their feet to instantly shatter, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out!
Tang Hao felt an incomparably sharp force travel along the hammer handle, numbing his tiger's mouth and causing his entire arm to tremble.
However, this was only the beginning!
Blocked, Wei Tianchen didn't linger, twisting his wrist again.
The Purple Flame Dragon Spear, like a living venomous snake, slid upwards along the handle of the Haotian Hammer, its tip unleashing a sudden burst of purple flame spirals!
*Splat!*
Blood spurted out!
Although Tang Hao tried his best to lean back and dodge, his left shoulder was still grazed by the spear tip, a deep, bone-revealing wound instantly appearing!
"Ugh!"
Tang Hao groaned, staggering back several steps before regaining his footing.
Tang Hao looked down at his shoulder, his brows furrowing tightly.
The wound wasn't fatal, but strangely, a wisp of purple flame, the size of a bean, clung to it like a maggot.
Instead of extinguishing, it was slowly burning, drilling into the wound!
A piercing pain shot through him, but what alarmed Tang Hao even more was that he clearly felt...
His soul power was being frantically devoured and burned by the purple flames through his wound!
Tang Hao immediately mobilized his soul power to try and extinguish the flames, but the moment his soul power touched the purple flames, it was like a moth drawn to a flame, instantly burned away.
Instead, it became fuel for the purple flames, making them burn even more fiercely!
"This is..." Tang Hao's expression changed for the first time.
On the opposite side of the arena, Wei Tianchen held the Purple Flame Dragon Spear, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture calm and arrogant.
"Do you feel it now, Tang Hao?"
Wei Tianchen's voice came coldly.
"The 'Dragon Soul Purple Flame' of my Purple Flame Dragon Spear is no ordinary fire."
"This is why it was able to defeat a host of top-tier weapon spirits and achieve the prestigious title of the number one weapon spirit on the Sun Moon Continent!"
"It will first burn your soul power until it is completely consumed.
Then, it will begin to burn your spiritual power until your spiritual sea is completely dried up.
Finally, when your soul power and spiritual power have turned to ashes, it will begin to burn your physical body, erasing you from this world completely."
Every word Wei Tianchen spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking Tang Hao and everyone who heard it.
Just one exchange!
With both sides having their strongest trump cards restricted, the current Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao, was already injured and trapped in such a terrifying predicament!
Deathly silence.
The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence after Wei Tianchen's words.
Countless eyes were fixed on the figure on the Heavenly Arena.
Watching that wisp of purple flame dancing on Haotian Douluo's shoulder, like a demon's smile, burning soul power, burning mental power, and finally burning the body what a domineering and vicious flame!
In just one exchange, the continent's top powerhouse...
Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo known for his domineering nature, was now facing certain death?
Had this weapon spirit from the Sun Moon Continent truly become so inconceivably powerful?
Inside the Haotian Sect, all the disciples were deathly pale, and several elders trembled, their eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and rage.
"Impossible! How could my Haotian Sect's Haotian Hammer..."
"What kind of evil fire is that!"
Before the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cruel and gleeful smile.
"Heh, the Haotian Sect, the number one weapon spirit in the world?"
"From now on, the Haotian Sect will no longer be a threat!"
At Shrek Academy, Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers.
"Father!"
Tang San's eyes widened in horror, his Purple Demon Eye activated to its limit, staring intently at the wisp of purple flame, trying to analyze its composition and weaknesses.
However, in his vision, that flame seemed like a pure energy black hole.
Any energy that approached it, including light, was distorted and devoured, making it impossible to discern its true nature!
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's expression was extremely grave.
Flander also muttered to himself, "What terrifying martial soul characteristics... It has transcended the scope of elemental flames. It's more like a... curse with rules of 'devouring' and 'converting'!"
On the Sky Arena, Tang Hao's expression indeed changed.
He could clearly feel that the vast, ocean-like soul power within his body was being continuously drawn away and ignited by that wisp of purple flame through the wound on his left shoulder, transforming into the opponent's energy.
Every time he mobilized his soul power, it was like adding fuel to the fire for his enemy.
Wei Tianchen admired the rare solemnity on Tang Hao's face, his lips slightly curling up, his smile becoming increasingly arrogant:
"Give up, Tang Hao.
Before my 'Dragon Soul Purple Flame,' any struggle is futile.
The more you resist, the faster you will die.
Why not kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps I can give you a quick death."
However, Tang Hao's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.
Without the slightest hesitation, nor any attempt to counter with other soul skills, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes!
"Enough!"
With a roar, Tang Hao's right hand formed a blade, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down at his own bloodied left shoulder joint!
Hand rises, palm falls!
*Thud!*
A severed arm shot into the sky, blood gushing out like a fountain!
The entire Douluo Continent fell silent at this moment!
Everyone was stunned by Tang Hao's ruthlessness!
A brave man cuts off his own arm!
Faced with the unsolvable purple flames, this unyielding Haotian Douluo chose the most direct and tragic method: severing his own arm!
The severed arm traced a bloody path through the air before landing on the arena.
The purple flames clinging to it, deprived of their continuous supply of soul power, suddenly surged, instantly engulfing the entire arm.
In just two seconds, it burned the arm, skin and bone, to ashes, leaving not a trace!
This scene sent chills down everyone's spine.
On the arena, Tang Hao remained unfazed, as if he hadn't severed his own arm.
With lightning speed, he tapped the wound several times, sealing the blood vessels and stopping the bleeding instantly.
Tang Hao's aura, far from weakening due to the severed arm, became even more ferocious and pure!
An invisible domain, imbued with the aura of blood and slaughter, erupted from beneath his feet!
The Domain of the God of Slaughter!
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