I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 202 Tang Hao’s broken hand
In an instant, a hint of teasing flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

He did not know this white-haired old man, but based on his aura, he could guess that this old man was probably also a Titled Douluo, and most likely even a Super Douluo beyond level 95.

However, Tang Hao felt no fear.

Haha, who isn’t a Super Douluo?
At that moment, his fighting spirit was completely ignited.

"Ah!"

Tang Hao shouted loudly, as if thunder had exploded.

The Clear Sky Hammer, as big as a small mountain, brought with it a tremendous force and smashed down fiercely.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had already seen the old man and the angel statue being smashed to pieces under this hammer.

"boom--"

There was a deafening explosion.

The surging soul power shook like a raging wave, sweeping across the entire square in an instant.

In an instant, a strong wind blew violently.

On the square, gravel flew all around under the powerful impact, blocking everyone's view.

How could a soul master below level 70 withstand such a force? They were blown all over the place by the violent hurricane, and were in a miserable state.

"drink!"

Jue Wu Douluo reacted very quickly. The two looked at each other, and in a flash, they quickly came to both sides of the square.

At the same time, Bibi Dong raised the scepter in her hand, and her soul power burst out like a volcanic eruption, dazzling and brilliant.

The three of them formed a triangle, their soul powers blended together to form a huge soul shield, which blocked the aftermath of the battle and protected the surrounding soul masters and buildings.

After several minutes, the soul power shock gradually subsided.

The dust and smoke cleared, and the figures of two people gradually became clear in the air.

"what!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes narrowed, filled with astonishment.

The white-haired old man just raised his hand slightly, and a golden protective aura condensed in front of him, like a golden sun, shining brightly.

However, the powerful and heavy Clear Sky Hammer was actually blocked by this seemingly thin protective qi.

The huge hammer hit the old man one meter in front of him and he could not move forward an inch.

Behind the old man, the tall angel statue, symbolizing the supreme glory of the Spirit Hall, was intact.

At this moment, the nine shining soul rings on the old man's body were clearly visible.

That is not the optimal configuration pursued by traditional soul masters, but an extremely terrifying and frightening combination.

Eight black and one red!
"How can this be!"

Tang Hao blinked hard, as if he suspected he was hallucinating.

The next moment, a strong sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart.

Because he discovered that his Clear Sky Hammer spirit seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious force and could not move at all.

"field!"

These two words suddenly flashed through Tang Hao's mind.

Looking at the old man's sacred and majestic angel spirit and the brilliant golden aura around him, Tang Hao instantly made a judgment in his mind.

This must be the legendary realm of angels.

"Break it for me!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and clenched the hammer handle with both hands. His eyes were red, and he roared to the sky like an enraged beast.

At the same time, a pale stream of air burst out from his body like a surging fountain.

In an instant, the area within several hundred meters around him was enveloped by this pale airflow, as if he had instantly entered a white world.

On the ground, the soul masters enveloped by this aura suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Their entire bodies became cold, and the circulation of their soul power became sluggish.

Even Ju and Ghost Douluo clearly felt that their strength had been weakened a lot.

“To be able to defeat Ji’er in the Killing God Realm, there really is some trick to it.” The old man looked at the Clear Sky Hammer that was shaking violently in the Angel Realm, his expression calm, and said lightly.

The next moment, the old man's eyes turned slightly cold.

His fifth soul ring suddenly shone brightly, and the light was dazzling. The six-winged angel martial soul behind him, like an awakened god, burst out with a strong golden light.

The golden light gathered in his right palm like a gathering sun.

"Since you are an old friend, I will spare your life. However, since you blasphemed the angel god, I will naturally punish you a little."

As the old man finished speaking, the golden light from his right palm surged out like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly submerging the entire Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang Hao's right arm was also swallowed up by the dazzling golden light.

"Ah!" Tang Hao screamed instantly.

In the brilliant golden light, his right arm seemed to be burned by a raging fire and was instantly charred.

The next moment, it completely disappeared.

The strange thing was that the wound on the right shoulder was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. It was covered with a layer of golden flames, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

In the brilliant golden light, a hint of black suddenly appeared.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was clearly a complete right arm bone. Under the golden light, it exuded a mysterious and attractive luster.

"Soul bone!"

These two words flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Moreover, judging from the quality of this soul bone, its color is warm and its aura is powerful, and it is definitely not less than 50,000 years old.

"boom!"

Tang Hao's body fell heavily on the square like a kite with a broken string, and plunged into a pile of rocks.

At this time, the square was full of rubble. When he fell, his face was scratched by the rubble. Large amounts of blood flowed out, making his face look like a clown.

With his martial soul shattered and his arm broken, Tang Hao's condition at this moment was extremely miserable.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and his chest rose and fell slightly, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.

The old man waved his right hand, absorbed the soul bone into his hand, and then slowly dropped it to the ground.

He still looked calm, as if what had just happened was just a trivial matter.

At this moment, Tang Hao looked at the old man with horror in his eyes.

Recalling what the old man had just said, he finally remembered the old man's identity.

Tang Hao's grandfather once said that there was a spirit master in the Spirit Hall whose strength was equal to his. Even if he exploded all nine rings, he would not be completely sure to defeat him.

Ninety-nine level Extreme Douluo. Invincible in the sky.

Qiandaoliu.

At this moment, Tang Hao's heart was full of regret.

He wanted to slap himself twice, as he could just take Tang San away.

It's all over now. I've gotten myself into trouble just to vent my anger.

Looking at the soul bone in Qian Daoliu's hand, Tang Hao suddenly became excited, because that was the inherited soul bone of the Haotian Sect.

"puff!"

Tang Hao's reaction was too violent, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes went dark, and he fainted.

At this time, the square was already dead silent.

Everyone looked at the old man in the field, and their hearts were filled with shock as if they saw an angel god descending to the earth.

"Wow~"

The next moment, a noise broke out around the square.

"Too strong! Is this the strength of a great priest?"

"Everyone knows the strength of Haotian Douluo. But the great priest defeated him with just one hand, cut off one of his arms, and obtained a soul bone. It's really gratifying!"

In front of the Pope's Palace, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked at each other and both noticed the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Afterwards, 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, she unconsciously clenched her fists, and her knuckles turned 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, I'm afraid I can't even withstand three moves from him."

"Whoo~"

Bibi Dong breathed deeply, her chest heaving violently, as she tried hard to calm her excited 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 and swore secretly in her heart.

Looking at the fainted Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang's eyes suddenly widened.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yu Xiaogang shouted excitedly.

He rubbed his eyes hard with both hands, as if he wanted to crush the "illusion" before his eyes.

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang pretended to rush to the square to check on the condition of his idol.

Although he had heard of Qian Daoliu, he could not believe that his idol could be defeated by a single move.

"Xiaogang, calm down." Flanders quickly held Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.

At this time, Qian Daoliu walked slowly towards the Shrek rest area, his direction was towards Tang San.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shrank down, as if his spine had been taken away. He lowered his head quickly, not daring to look in Qian Daoliu's direction, as if he was worried that he would be noticed.

At this moment, Tang San looked at Qian Daoliu in front of him, his body trembling violently and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He never expected that his father, a Titled Douluo, couldn't even last a single move at the hands of the opponent.

This completely subverted his cognition.

If even a tiny bit of that golden light hit me, I would probably die on the spot, right?

"Your name is Tang San?" Qian Daoliu asked slowly.

"Plop!" Tang San's legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Senior." Tang San said slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, "Twin martial souls, you have good talent."

Tang San raised his head and looked at Qian Daoliu. He saw that there was no trace of soul power fluctuation on the other party, just like an ordinary old man, smiling slightly, but making people feel unfathomable.

"Thank you very much for the compliment, senior." Tang San tried hard to calm himself and keep his voice calm.

"Your father has been expelled from the Haotian Sect and is not considered a disciple of the Haotian Sect. According to your age, you should have never entered the Haotian Mountain Gate. The Spirit Hall will not use the ban to make things difficult for you."

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, Tang San's heart suddenly calmed down a lot, as if he had taken a reassurance pill.

Now others are the butchers and he is the meat.

In front of such a strong man, he had no ability to resist at all.

Qian Daoliu said quietly: "However, your father blasphemed the Angel God, and I cut off one of his arms. Are you dissatisfied?"

Tang San took a deep breath and shook his head, "Senior is fair, Tang San has no objection. However, father is only trying to protect me and has no intention of going against Spirit Hall, so please show some mercy, Senior."

As he said that, Tang San kowtowed heavily to the ground.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, "I have already said that I have no intention of harming his life. However, according to the Spirit Hall's decree, blaspheming the Angel God will require a month of imprisonment. Tang San, do you disagree?"

"Tang San pleads guilty on behalf of his father." Tang San rested his forehead on the ground, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

At this time, he raised his head, "Senior, my father is seriously injured, can you imprison Tang San together and take care of my father?"

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, "You are indeed filial, so I will do as you say."

"Thank you, senior!" Tang San took a breath and said gratefully.

Qian Daoliu said calmly: "Tang San, you have good talent and will have the opportunity to reach the top of the continent in the future. If you still have grudges about what happened today, you can come to me again."

"By the way, this old man is Qian Daoliu."

After saying this, Qian Daoliu’s soul power surged around him, ripples appeared in the space, and the whole person disappeared directly in the square.

Night falls.

What happened during the day quickly spread throughout the entire Wuhun City.

That was the legendary Haotian Douluo, who defeated the previous Pope, but he was suppressed by the High Priest with one hand!
I believe this matter will soon spread throughout the continent.

And this night is destined to be an extraordinary night.

The lounge of the Qibao Liuli Sect.

"Uncle Jian, if I assist you with all my strength, with an 80% increase in power, can you fight against that great priest?" Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice.

Chen Xin shook his head and spoke slowly: "Feng Zhi, you are only at the Soul Saint level now, and your vision is still narrow. You see it like a frog in a well looking up at the moon. But for a Titled Douluo like me, seeing it is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly darkened, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.

He had never heard Chen Xin speak so highly of someone.

At this time, a servant's voice came from the door, "Sect Master, Elder, Dai Mubai is waiting in the hall."

(End of this chapter)