Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 32 Dragon Soul Purple Flame, Burning Soul Power and Soul? Tang Hao Bravely Cuts Off His Left Arm!

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Flame Thrust!"

The gun comes out like a dragon!

The Purple Flame Dragon Spear was instantly engulfed by blazing purple flames.

The flame at the tip of the spear condensed into an incredibly solid spiral-shaped sharpness.

Wei Tianchen flicked his wrist, and the spear did not thrust straight in, but instead drew a tricky and strange arc.

Bypassing the massive body of the Clear Sky Hammer, it aimed directly at the opening exposed by Tang Hao's full-force swing—his left shoulder!
clang--! ! !
A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded through the sky!

Tang Hao reacted with lightning speed, forcefully reversing the hammer's momentum at the critical moment, and narrowly blocking the fatal shot with the handle of the Haotian Hammer!
The violent impact caused the arena beneath their feet to shatter instantly, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards!
Tang Hao felt an incomparably sharp force coming through the hammer handle, which made his tiger's mouth go numb and his entire arm tremble.

However, this is just the beginning!
With his attack blocked, Wei Tianchen didn't linger and twisted his wrist again.

Like a venomous snake with life, the Purple Flame Dragon Spear slid upwards along the handle of the Haotian Hammer, and the spiraling purple flames at the tip of the spear suddenly erupted!

puff!

Blood spurts out!
Despite Tang Hao's best efforts to lean back and dodge, his left shoulder was still grazed by the spear tip, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound!

"Well!"

Tang Hao grunted and staggered 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 tiny purple flame, the size of a bean, clung to it like a maggot.

Instead of going out, it was slowly burning and drilling into the wound!

A piercing pain shot through him, but what alarmed Tang Hao even more was that he could clearly feel it.

The soul power within his body was being frantically devoured and burned by that wisp of purple flame through the wound!
Tang Hao immediately mobilized his soul power to try to extinguish the flames, but as soon as his soul power came into contact with the purple flames, it was like a moth drawn to a flame, instantly burned to ashes.

Instead, it became fuel for the purple flames, making them burn even brighter!
"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.

"Can you feel it now, Tang Hao?"

Wei Tianchen's voice came through in an icy tone.

"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 your soul power is completely burned away."

Then, it will begin to burn your spiritual energy 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, completely erasing you from this world.

Every word Wei Tianchen uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking Tang Hao and everyone who heard it hard in their hearts.

Just one round of combat!

With both sides having their strongest cards restricted.

Tang Hao, the current Haotian Douluo, was already injured and trapped in such a terrifying predicament!

Dead silence.

The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence after Wei Tianchen finished speaking.

Countless eyes were fixed on the figure on the Sky Arena.

Looking at that wisp of purple flame dancing on Haotian Douluo's shoulder, like a devil's smile.

Burning soul power, burning spiritual power, and finally burning the body...

What a domineering and vicious flame this is!

In a single exchange, Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, a top expert on the continent known for his domineering nature, found himself in a hopeless situation.

Is this weapon spirit from the Sun and Moon Continent really so incredibly powerful?
Inside the Haotian Sect, all the disciples were deathly pale, and several elders were trembling, their eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and anger.

"Impossible! How could the Clear Sky Hammer of my Clear Sky Sect..."

"What kind of evil fire is that?!"

In front of the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cruel yet pleased smile.

"Heh, the Clear Sky Sect, the number one weapon spirit in the world?"

"From this day forward, 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, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

"father!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he activated his Purple Demon Eye to its maximum, staring intently at the wisp of purple flame, trying to analyze its composition and weaknesses.

However, in his view, that wisp of flame seemed like a pure energy black hole.

Any energy that gets close to it, including light, is distorted and swallowed up, making it impossible to see its true nature!
Master Yu Xiaogang's expression became extremely solemn.

Flanders also muttered to himself:

"What terrifying martial soul characteristics... It has already exceeded the scope of elemental flames."

It's more like a curse... with rules of 'devouring' and 'transformation' attached to it!

On the Sky Arena, Tang Hao's expression did indeed change.

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 other party's energy.

Every time he mobilized his soul power, it was like adding fuel to the fire for the enemy.

Wei Tianchen admired the rare seriousness on Tang Hao's face, a slight smile playing on his lips, his grin growing even more blatant:

"Give up, Tang Hao."

Any struggle is futile before my 'Dragon Soul Purple Flame'.

The more you resist, the faster you will die.

"You'd better kneel down and beg for mercy; perhaps then I might grant you a quick death."

However, Tang Hao's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.

He did not hesitate at all, nor did he try to use other soul skills to resolve the situation.

A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes!

"Noisy!"

With a loud shout, Tang Hao formed a knife shape with his right hand and, without the slightest hesitation, slashed down at his own blood-soaked left shoulder joint!
Hand rises, palm falls!
puff--!
A severed arm shot into the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

The entire Douluo Continent fell completely silent at this moment!
Everyone was stunned by Tang Hao's ruthlessness!
The strong man breaks his wrist!

Faced with the intractable purple flames, this unyielding Haotian Douluo actually chose the most direct and tragic method.

Cut off your own arm!
The severed arm traced a bloody trail in the air before landing on the arena.

The purple flames attached to it suddenly swelled after losing the continuous supply of soul power, instantly enveloping the entire arm.

In just two seconds, it burned him, skin and bones, to ashes, leaving not a trace!

This scene sent chills down everyone's spine.

On the stage, Tang Hao remained expressionless, as if he had not severed his own arm.

With lightning speed, he tapped the wound on his severed arm several times with his right hand, sealing the blood vessels and stopping the bleeding immediately.

Tang Hao's aura did not weaken due to the loss of his arm; on the contrary, it became more violent and pure!
An invisible domain, imbued with the aura of blood and slaughter, suddenly spread out from beneath his feet!
The realm of the God of Death!
(End of this chapter)