Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 127 Competition
The moment the seventh spirit ring exploded, the air around the entire Star Dou Great Forest seemed to be sucked out.

The blood-red Haotian Hammer phantom behind Tang Hao suddenly solidified, and the ancient runes on the hammer surface flowed like magma, making the trees within a radius of a thousand meters appear as if they were immersed in a sea of ​​blood.

Chrysanthemum Douluo saw that beneath Tang Hao's cracked skin, his dark golden bones were glowing—a sign that the Great Sumeru Hammer Body Forging Technique, a secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect, had reached its peak.

"Old devil!" Chrysanthemum Douluo shrieked, crushing the wondrous Heavenly Chrysanthemum in his hand. Nine petals transformed into an emerald shield that surrounded him. "Maintain the domain at all costs!"

Ghost Douluo's body beneath his black robe suddenly became ethereal, and countless ghostly spirits crawled out from the edge of his domain, gnawing at the aftershocks of Tang Hao's exploding rings. On the purple light screen of the Polar Stillness Domain, the cracks that had been blasted out were healing at a visible speed.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from Tang Hao's body—his 100,000-year soul skill was activated!

Countless blue-gold vines sprouted from the horrific wounds caused by the exploding rings, wrapping around his body like living creatures and temporarily replacing his shattered meridians.

"Eighth Spirit Ring - Explode!"

With that roar, Tang Hao's eighth black spirit ring shattered.

The energy released caused the entire bipolar stillness domain to tremble violently, like glass. The Soul Saints watching from the outer edge of the domain coughed up blood and staggered backward, while several flying-type Soul Masters plummeted from mid-air.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's jade shield shattered on three sides in succession, and his handsome face was cut with several bloody marks by the energy turbulence.

"Madman!" he screamed, tossing out the remaining six petals. "Ninth Soul Skill - Chrysanthemum Remnants Scattered Across the Ground!"

Golden chrysanthemums rained down like a storm, each petal concealing a potent poison capable of piercing even a Soul Douluo's defenses. But these petals spontaneously combusted ten meters from Tang Hao—the pure soul power generated by the exploding rings was burning the air!
Ghost Douluo suddenly appeared behind Tang Hao, a chilling white claw extending from beneath his black robe: "Ninth Soul Skill - Hell Nightmare Claw!"

Five pitch-black spatial rifts spread along the claw marks, swallowing up even the light in their wake.

"boom--"

The crimson Clear Sky Hammer collided with the ghost claw, the shockwave spreading out in a ring. Tang Hao used the momentum to turn around, his left arm muscles bulging, and the Clear Sky Hammer itself, carrying all the energy accumulated from its nine exploding rings, slammed into Ghost Douluo's true form. The speed of this hammer blow exceeded the limitations of space; Ghost Douluo didn't even have time to become ethereal and could only take the blow head-on.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound echoed across the battlefield. Ghost Douluo's black robe exploded into shreds, revealing a desiccated body beneath—his right chest was completely caved in, and fragments of dark green internal organs spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Old ghost!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened in fury, and a crystal-like chrysanthemum blade suddenly appeared in his hand. He slashed his wrist, and blood traced eerie patterns on the blade: "Soul Fusion Skill - Yin-Yang Flower!"

The dying Ghost Douluo transformed into black mist and merged into the Chrysanthemum Blade. The weapon instantly grew into a hundred-meter-long giant blade, with one half blooming with golden chrysanthemums and the other half wrapped in ghost vines.

This is their trump card combination technique; once used, they cannot fuse again for six months.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints. At this moment, all the meridians in his body were shattered, and he was only able to move by the Blue Silver Emperor Vines. Facing the Yin-Yang Blade that was slashing towards him, he suddenly released the Clear Sky Hammer and formed an ancient hand seal in front of his chest.

"The Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian - The Zhen Character Technique!"

The hammer handle slammed heavily to the ground, and nine shockwaves spread out in a fan shape.

The first shockwave shattered the surface rocks, the second overturned a hundred meters of soil, and when the ninth shockwave collided with the Yin-Yang Blade, the entire swamp was swept up into the sky!
The trajectory of the giant blade deviated, grazing Tang Hao's left shoulder and slicing into the ground. A thousand-meter-long abyss instantly formed, with magma erupting from the earth. Tang Hao's left arm was severed at the shoulder, but the wound was immediately sealed by the Blue Silver Emperor Vines.

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't believe his eyes: "How could it possibly deviate from the Yin-Yang World Flower's lock?!"

"Because the shockwave altered the curvature of space." The master's voice suddenly rang in Tang San's ear, "Your father cultivated the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian to the level of the Law of Interference."

In the center of the battlefield, Tang Hao used his remaining right hand to recall the Clear Sky Hammer. The magma-like patterns on the hammer suddenly went out—the energy from the simultaneous explosion of the nine rings had finally been exhausted.

But a ferocious smile appeared on his blood-stained face, because the Chrysanthemum Douluo opposite him was disintegrating, and the Yin-Yang Blade was splitting back into two dying Title Douluos.

“It’s time to end this.” With each step Tang Hao took, a bloody footprint appeared on the ground. The Blue Silver Emperor Vines wriggled at the site of his severed arm, vaguely forming the outline of a new arm.

Chrysanthemum Douluo slumped in a pool of blood, his meticulously maintained long hair stained with mud. He looked at the approaching Tang Hao and suddenly laughed maniacally, "You thought the Spirit Hall only sent the two of us?"

The sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds, but a dense cloud of flying Soul Masters!

From the lead Soul Master's hand, a golden light shot straight at Tang Hao's heart—it was a full-force sneak attack from a level 90 agility-type Title Douluo!

"Dad!" Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes saw through the true nature of the golden light—a short spear carved with angel wings, its tip flashing with peculiar runes that countered weapon spirits.

At the critical moment, Tang Hao's figure suddenly blurred.

The short spear pierced through the afterimage and embedded itself in the ground, instantly crystallizing the entire swamp. The real Tang Hao appeared behind Chrysanthemum Douluo, his right hand gripping the back of his neck.

“Tell Bibi Dong,” Tang Hao’s voice was as cold as a storm from hell, “that I will personally go to the Spirit Hall to collect the debt owed to the Clear Sky Sect.”

"Crack!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's cervical vertebrae made a crisp cracking sound, but his body suddenly turned into a shower of chrysanthemum petals and dissipated—his head soul bone skill "Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell" was activated!
From afar came Chrysanthemum Douluo's weak, maniacal laughter: "Tang Hao! Your son carries the aura of a soul beast. The Spirit Hall will not let him go!"

The sound abruptly stopped. A jet-black Clear Sky Hammer had already shot through the air, smashing the fleeing Chrysanthemum Douluo's true form into the mountain wall.

The mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, and all was silent in the dust and smoke.

Seeing this, Ghost Douluo transformed into black mist and fled, and the flying soul masters also retreated one after another. Tang Hao did not pursue them; he knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"San'er, come here," he weakly beckoned.

Tang San staggered to his father's side, channeling his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy into Tang Hao's body as if it were free. He was shocked to discover that his father's body had not a single intact meridian; his life was entirely sustained by the Blue Silver Emperor Vines. "Watch closely," Tang Hao suddenly grabbed Tang San's hand and pressed it to his chest, "This is the true essence of the Great Sumeru Hammer."

Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes revealed that deep within his father's shattered dantian, nine golden points of light were circulating according to a profound trajectory. Each rotation generated new soul power—this was Tang Hao's self-created "Exploding Rings Without Exploding Technique," a secret method that preserved the most fundamental nine strands of soul power in a cycle!
"Remember, the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer isn't in your hand," Tang Hao's voice trailed off, "but in your heart."

Before the dust from the explosion had settled, Tang Hao knelt on one knee, the dark red soul power surrounding him flickering. Beneath his tattered robes, streaks of blood spread like a spiderweb, the backlash from the continuous explosions relentlessly eroding his meridians.

But when he looked up at the remaining forces of the Spirit Hall, his eyes still burned with a chilling fighting spirit.

"It's...not over yet!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice came from the ruins. His purple-gold robe was tattered, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still stubbornly tried to gather his soul power.

"Tang Hao, do you think this will work..."

"The Great Sumeru Hammer's Profound Technique!"

Tang Hao's roar interrupted Chrysanthemum Douluo's clamor.

He slowly rose, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand suddenly shrank, yet it emitted an even more terrifying pressure than before. The flame patterns on the surface of the hammer began to swirl wildly, scorching and distorting the surrounding air. With a swing, a blood-red beam of light, a hundred feet in diameter, crashed down, shattering space in its path.

The members of the Spirit Hall stared in horror at the pillar of light that blotted out the sky, trying to hide but finding their movements suppressed by an invisible force.

The golden-armored guards raised their spears and formed a defensive array. The azure soul power condensed at the tips of their spears proved to be no match for the pillar of light and was instantly evaporated.

The cardinals unleashed their martial spirits frantically, their various spirit skills weaving into a dazzling net of light in the air, only to be torn to shreds like paper the instant they touched the pillar of light.

The remnant soul of Ghost Douluo let out a sharp scream amidst the eerie green mist: "Impossible! He was clearly at his last gasp!"

But the only response he received was the deafening roar of the Clear Sky Hammer crashing down. A huge crater was smashed into the ground, churning with magma. The remaining forces of the Spirit Hall were sent flying by the powerful impact, crashing into distant mountain peaks and splashing blood everywhere.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened as he stared at the terrifying hammer shadow, finally feeling true fear. He exerted all his strength to unleash his ninth soul skill in an attempt to resist, but the purple-gold chrysanthemum sea burst like bubbles under the pressure of the Thousand-Pound Drop.

He was so shaken by the aftershock that he coughed up blood, fell heavily to the ground, and could not get up again.

"Let's go!" Tang Hao grabbed Tang San's shoulder and said hoarsely. His voice was filled with undisguised exhaustion, but his eyes were unusually firm.

Liu Erlong struggled to lift the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, with the blue lightning dragon shadows appearing and disappearing around her, ready to deal with any emergencies.

Tang San looked at his father's pale face and the bleeding wound, his eyes reddening: "Father, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tang Hao interrupted him. "The Spirit Hall won't let this go. We must leave here as soon as possible!" His soul power condensed again, though not as strong as before, it still caused the surrounding air to vibrate. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer, opening a spatial rift in the void, and led everyone into it.

When the Spirit Hall's reinforcements arrived, they found only devastation and the dying Chrysanthemum Douluo. The Pope's envoy, staring at the massive crater and the dissipating spatial rift, wore a terrifyingly grim expression.
"Pass on my order: hunt down Tang Hao and his son at all costs! Find them alive or dead!"

Meanwhile, Tang Hao and the others arrived at a secluded valley through a spatial rift.

He could no longer hold on, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground. Tang San quickly caught him, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Father! How are you?"

Tang Hao waved his hand and said with difficulty, "I'm fine... I just overexerted my soul power and need to recuperate for a while." He looked at Tang San, a rare hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

“Father!” Tang San interrupted him, “You were willing to risk your life to protect us, what are my actions compared to that?” He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, “Teacher and Aunt Liu Erlong are also seriously injured, we need to find a safe place to settle down as soon as possible.”

Liu Erlong gently stroked Yu Xiaogang's pale face, tears welling in her eyes: "Xiaogang... he's too badly injured. Those bastards, I won't let them get away with this!"

Her voice was filled with hatred and resentment.

Tang Hao struggled to his feet, his body weak but still maintaining his authority: "Let's go deep into the Star Dou Great Forest first. The terrain there is complex, and there are many powerful spirit beasts. The Spirit Hall dares not venture too far. Moreover..."

He paused, then said, "I know a secluded place suitable for recuperation."

With no objections, Tang Hao led the group toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

In the training ground of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, the scorching sun baked the bluestone floor until it was burning hot.

Huo Yuhao was wearing the blue and white school uniform of Shrek Academy, his blue hair fluttering in the wind. Opposite him, Yu Tianheng was wearing a special outfit made by the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. The dragon pattern shimmered with a purple-lightning luster in the sunlight, and nine dragon shadows were faintly visible behind him.

"I heard you're a genius at the academy?" Yu Tianheng slowly raised his hand, the purple lightning crackling at his fingertips. "Then let me see what you're really made of!"

Before he could finish speaking, his third soul ring suddenly lit up, "Thunder Dragon Claw!" Five illusory dragon claws wrapped in lightning tore through the air, and the air exploded with a piercing sound wherever they passed.

Huo Yuhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure shifted to the side like a ghost. His Spirit Eye Martial Soul glowed with a pale golden light, accurately predicting the trajectory of each attack.

Just as the dragon claw was about to touch his body, he unleashed a burst of speed, his footsteps both real and feinting, causing Yu Tianheng's attacks to miss completely.

"A mere trick!" Yu Tianheng sneered, activating his second soul skill, instantly enveloping the entire training ground in a purple lightning net.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, his soul power circulating wildly within his body. He placed his palm on the ground, and his Blue Silver Grass martial soul quietly grew, weaving into a protective barrier the instant the lightning net struck.

However, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus's lightning power was incredibly domineering, and the barrier began to crumble the moment it made contact. Huo Yuhao seized the opportunity, leaped up suddenly, and conjured an ice spike in his right hand. The crystalline ice spike, carrying a bone-chilling cold, shot towards Yu Tianheng.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes, but he remained calm and composed. His fourth soul ring lit up, "Dragon Transformation Thunder Scale Armor!" His entire body was instantly covered with scales shimmering with lightning. Ice spikes struck the scales, only splashing up a string of ice flowers.

"Too slow!" Yu Tianheng roared as he charged forward, his dragon-transformed right arm lashing out with the force of thunder, "Dragon Emperor's Strike!"

Huo Yuhao was thrown back by the powerful shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the wall of the martial arts arena. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

"It's my turn to fight back!" he murmured, his soul power beginning to gather wildly within him.

The next moment, golden lightning crackled around his legs—it was the Three Thousand Thunderclaps!
(End of this chapter)