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Chapter 40 A Clash of Strength (Please read on...please add to your favorites...please vote with monthly tickets...please recommend...)
"Ninth Soul Skill! Sky-Piercing Strike!!"

Tang Hao's hair and beard stood on end, and he looked like a madman!
With the enhancement of the blood-red soul ring, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand burst forth with an unprecedented dark golden light!

The hammer seemed to expand several times its original size, carrying a terrifying power that could shatter the void and make the world lose its color. Ignoring the distance in space, it instantly appeared above Wang Qiu'er's head!

This hammer blow contained all his anger, humiliation, and resentment; it was an unreserved outpouring of his peak power!

The air seemed to groan under the strain, and the barrier above the valley began to vibrate violently!

Faced with this earth-shattering hammer blow, the mockery and disappointment in Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes vanished instantly, replaced by... pure, burning excitement!

"Now that's more interesting!" she sneered, advancing instead of retreating!

But this time, she didn't try to fight back with her dragon claws!
Just as the dark gold hammer was about to strike, Wang Qiu'er clenched her right hand in the air!
Om-! ! !
An indescribable, sharp aura, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, suddenly erupted!
A long spear, entirely golden in color and with an ancient design yet exuding supreme majesty, appeared out of thin air in her hand!

The gun barrel seemed to be cast from the purest gold, flowing with the radiance of the sun, and the tip of the gun had a cold glint that seemed to be able to pierce through everything in the world!
It was her destined divine weapon—the Golden Dragon Spear!
The moment that spear appeared, even from a great distance, Ling Han could feel its sharp, tearing-through-all intent, as if it could even cut through one's vision.

“It’s Qiu’er’s companion artifact, the Golden Dragon Spear…” Ling Han murmured to himself, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Below——

Tang Hao's ferocious killing god domain and hammer pressure were actually weakened by the sharpness of this spear, as if it had encountered its nemesis!

"Look at the gun!"

Wang Qiu'er let out a sharp cry. Facing the towering blow that could shatter mountains, she didn't use any fancy spear techniques. Instead, she simply thrust her golden dragon spear upwards, with a pure and unadulterated intent to "thrust," towards the crashing dark gold hammer...
The gun shot out, as swift as a startled swan!

There was no earth-shattering, loud collision!
There was only one tooth-grinding "sizzle" sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter!

The true form of the Clear Sky Hammer, which embodies Tang Hao's lifelong cultivation and is imbued with the full power of his ninth soul skill, that indestructible, dark golden giant hammer that shakes the continent...

Before the indestructible tip of the Golden Dragon Spear, it was as fragile as paper!
The golden spear light pierced through the massive hammerhead with the ease of cutting through tofu!
And the momentum didn't stop there; it tore upwards along the hammer shaft!
The dark golden soul power shattered and vanished like fragile glass!
puff! ! !
Tang Hao felt as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows!

The backlash from the instantaneous piercing and tearing apart of the Martial Soul True Body was more than ten times stronger than before!
He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and his whole body seemed to have all its bones removed, instantly becoming weak and listless!

The madness, anger, and horror in his eyes were all replaced by a deep-seated fear and disbelief!

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand could no longer maintain its form and collapsed under the sharpness of the Golden Dragon Spear, turning into countless shattered soul energy points that dissipated into the air!

Wang Qiu'er didn't even feel much resistance before the Golden Dragon Spear easily pierced through the opponent's Martial Soul True Body!

With a slight flick of her wrist, the golden spear twirled in the air, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, untouched by a speck of dust.

She looked at Tang Hao, whose aura had plummeted to rock bottom, whose face was ashen, and who was swaying precariously. Her golden dragon eyes were filled with undisguised disappointment and utter boredom.

She even pouted in annoyance, as if she had done something unnecessary.

"Tsk..." Wang Qiu'er's clear voice, carrying a condescending and almost bored mockery, clearly reached Tang Hao's ears:

"Looks like dealing with you..."

"We can't even use a gun."

"What a waste of energy."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Qiu'er didn't even bother to look at him again.

Her left leg, like a golden battle axe, swept out with a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, striking Tang Hao squarely in the abdomen, who was defenseless due to his shattered martial soul! Bang—!!!
A dull crash sounded!

Tang Hao couldn't even let out a scream. He was like a broken sandbag, sent flying backward by the kick!

Blood gushed from his mouth as his body arced through the air in a gruesome arc before crashing heavily into the already dilapidated wooden house in the distance!

Boom! ! !

The wooden house was instantly reduced to ruins!

Smoke and dust filled the air, completely engulfing Tang Hao's figure.

Wang Qiu'er casually put away the Golden Dragon Spear. She clapped her hands, a hint of disappointment on her face, and muttered under her breath, "Young Master said he was some kind of Haotian Douluo... He couldn't even withstand one spear thrust. How utterly boring."

The three auras sealing off the valley remained as solid as a mountain.

Xue Qinglan held Ling Han in her arms, silently floating high in the sky.

Ling Han's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto a certain spot in the ruins, a cold smile curving his lips.

That 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone is already in my grasp.

The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Wang Qiu'er stood listlessly at the edge of the ruins, her golden dragon eyes sweeping over the blurry mass of flesh below, her face showing a hint of regret for not having had enough.

Xue Qinglan, carrying Ling Han, landed slowly beside Wang Qiu'er like an ice goddess, her toes barely touching the ground.

Ling Han's gaze, like a cold probe, precisely locked onto the figure with only a faint breath remaining deep within the ruins.

Yingyue appeared silently beside Ling Han like a ghost, bowing slightly, ready to carry out orders at any time.

Ling Han gently raised his hand, gesturing for her to step back.

He landed lightly from Xue Qinglan's embrace, with Xue Qinglan following closely behind, like the most loyal guardian. A cold aura swirled around her, keeping the filth and blood of the ruins at bay.

Ling Han walked slowly towards the center of the mess. His steps were unhurried, as if he were strolling in his own backyard. His icy and fiery eyes held no emotion, only a detached scrutiny.

Amidst the ruins, Tang Hao struggled to lift his head. His vision was already blurred, and the excruciating pain and blood loss brought him to the brink of collapse.

But when he saw the young man walking slowly towards him, with an extraordinary temperament but eyes as cold as an abyss, an indescribable chill instantly froze his remaining consciousness.

This young man... is he the "young master" that the blonde girl was talking about?
Is he the mastermind behind all of this?!
"Cough...cough cough..." Tang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood and foam, using his last bit of strength to ask in a hoarse voice, filled with pain and confusion:
"Who are you?"

"I...have no grudge against you...why...why...kill me?!"

Ling Han stopped a few steps in front of Tang Hao, looking down at the Haotian Douluo who had once dominated the continent but was now lying in a pool of blood like a rag doll with severed arms and legs.

His handsome face remained expressionless, and his voice was as calm as if stating a simple fact:

"Kill you?" Ling Han tilted his head slightly, a faint, almost mocking smile curving his lips. "I have no interest in that."

(End of this chapter)