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

Chapter 35 Tang Hao's Realm Drops to Soul Douluo; Tang Chen: The Wei Family, Born Evil, I Will Personally Destroy You!
boom! ! !
The final verdict from the heavens struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, slamming into the hearts of every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent!

The myth has been shattered!

The glory and legend of the Haotian Hammer over the past hundreds of years have come to an end at this moment!
However, this is not the end.

As the heavenly judgment fell, the invisible oppressive force that had been enveloping Wei Tianchen and Tang Hao vanished instantly!
Om-!
A terrifying pressure far exceeding that of an ordinary Title Douluo suddenly erupted from Wei Tianchen's body!
Wei Tianchen's soul power surged, creating towering waves of energy!

In everyone's perception, Wei Tianchen's soul power level rose wildly from the suppressed level of 95!
Level 96!
Level 97!
Ultimately, it stopped at the astonishingly high number of 97!
Even if the main martial soul is sealed, the soul power is suppressed and reduced by two levels.

Tang Hao was still no match for him.

Upon seeing this outcome, Yu Yuanzhen's expression softened slightly.

It's okay, as long as he's not the only one who embarrasses himself.

On the other hand, Tang Hao, lying in the deep pit, was in a completely different situation.

As the suppression of the sky disappeared, Tang Hao's already extremely weak aura rapidly dissipated like a punctured balloon!
The pain of losing an arm, the grief of losing a bone, and the severe damage caused by the destruction of his weapon spirit body made it impossible for him to maintain his power at its peak.

Under the astonished gaze of countless people.

Tang Hao's soul power level plummeted from the suppressed level of 95!
94...92...90...

Ultimately, he fell below the threshold of becoming a Title Douluo and remained at level 87!
From the once-powerful Haotian Douluo, he was reduced to a Soul Douluo overnight!

This is crueler than killing him!

"hiss--"

A collective gasp of astonishment echoed throughout the entire Douluo Continent.

Countless Soul Masters turned pale, their hearts filled with a poignant sense of loss and sorrow.

Although Tang Hao's reputation in Douluo Continent is not exactly outstanding.

But it is, after all, the weapon spirit of Douluo Continent.

However, he was crushed in the duel and was dethroned after the war, shattered to pieces!

On the Sun and Moon Continent, the scene is completely different.

A thunderous roar of cheers echoed through the sky!
"We win! We win!"

"Lord Wei Tianchen is invincible!"

The Purple Flame Dragon Spear is truly the best in the world!

"Hahaha, what Haotian Hammer? It's nothing but a piece of scrap metal!"

Pride, arrogance, and fervor spread through the hearts of every citizen of the Sun and Moon Continent.

At this moment, the name of "Gun God" Wei Tianchen will be remembered by everyone!

Shrek Academy.

"puff!"

When Tang San sensed his father's aura in the sky plummet to the Soul Douluo level, he could no longer hold back. His heart and blood surged, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was not just a drop in soul power, but the ultimate humiliation of being completely stripped of honor and dignity!
"dad……"

Tang San's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground. The tears that flowed from his eyes were no longer tears of blood, but a desolate, almost deathly silence.

The fire of hatred in Tang San's heart was enveloped by endless coldness at this moment, solidifying into an indelible obsession.

Tang San stopped roaring and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a voice only he could hear:

"Wei, Tian, ​​Chen... From this day forward, I, Tang San, will avenge this great grudge, no matter how hard it takes for me to live!"

Haotian Sect.

"It's over... it's over..."

An elder, his eyes glazed over, slumped in a chair.

Tang Hao's soul power plummeted, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Haotian Sect, which had already been living in seclusion and whose reputation had greatly declined.

Tang Xiao looked at the figure in the sky whose aura was surging and who resembled a god or demon.

He then glanced at his younger brother, whose aura had weakened and who had become a Soul Douluo.

The last glimmer of fighting spirit in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only endless bitterness and despair.

Haotian Douluo's prestige was trampled underfoot.

Even though everyone knows that it's not that Tang Hao is too weak, but that Wei Tianchen is too strong.

But this was of no use. From then on, they were too embarrassed to mention the title of the number one weapon spirit in Douluo Continent.

The era of the Haotian Sect seems to have truly... come to an end.

"Grandpa, where are you?"

Tang Xiao's eyes reddened slightly, and he clenched his fists.

The city of killing.

Tang Chen looked at his grandson Tang Hao, who lay lifeless like a dead dog on the sky, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hao'er!"

"King of Slaughter," Tang Chen roared.

But it was at this moment that the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King discovered an opening and launched a full-force attack.
Tang Chen is asleep again.

Tang Chen, the number one sleeping god in Douluo Continent.

Inside the Sky Arena.

As Wei Tianchen felt the powerful energy surging within him again, a contented smile appeared on his face.

Wei Tianchen glanced one last time at Tang Hao, who was unconscious in the deep pit. His eyes held no pity, only the indifference that came after the trial was over.

Wei Tianchen slowly turned around, without saying another word.

Because any words would be superfluous at this moment.

Facts speak louder than words.

With a resounding and decisive crushing victory, he declared to both continents:

An era has ended.

And he ushered in a new era.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Wei Tianchen's figure slowly dissipated in the light, leaving the Sky Arena.

As the light from the Sky Arena faded.

A disheveled figure appeared out of thin air and crashed heavily onto the cold, hard floor of the Haotian Sect's council hall.

It emitted a dull, loud thud.

It was Tang Hao who had been teleported back from the arena.

"Second brother!"

"It's Tang Hao!"

The sect leader Tang Xiao and the elders who had been waiting there changed their expressions drastically and immediately surrounded him.

When they saw Tang Hao's miserable state, everyone gasped.

The empty left sleeve, the hideous, sunken wound on the chest, and the face contorted with pain and humiliation deeply pierced the hearts of every member of the Haotian Clan present.

What made them even more desperate was the chaotic and fluctuating soul power aura emanating from Tang Hao, which had fallen to the Soul Douluo level.

The former Haotian Douluo, the pride of his sect who single-handedly defeated three Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall.

Now they've fallen into such a miserable state.

Tang Xiao was somewhat unable to accept it; his eyes were red, and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Impossible! My second brother is invincible!"

"how come."

But when Tang Xiao saw the miserable state of the person lying there, he instantly regained his senses.

He rushed forward and helped the barely breathing Tang Hao to his feet.

She shouted in a trembling voice:
"Second brother!"
How are you?

Tang Hao struggled, using all his strength, to finally pry open his eyelids, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, just a crack.

What came into view was the anxious and heartbroken face of the eldest brother, Tang Xiao, as well as the faces of the elders around him, each one filled with complex emotions.

In those eyes, there was disappointment, regret, sorrow for their misfortune, and anger at their lack of resistance...

Those complex gazes, like invisible sharp needles, pierced Tang Hao's already broken heart.

(End of this chapter)