Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

It danced wildly like a whirlwind, so dense that it was impenetrable.

Explosions rang out continuously, and shells shattered.

Erming's fists were already bleeding, and the stark white bones were visible.

The tail of the Ming Dynasty was also blasted away, blooming into flowers of blood.

"Haha...I am Haotian Douluo!"

Tang Hao let out a wild, maniacal laugh.

That night, he felt as if he had returned to the day Ah Yin offered her sacrifice.

The same desperate situation, the same exhilarating experience!

His bloodshot eyes stared into the distance, but Tang San had already vanished.

He didn't know what would happen if he threw Tang San out, but if he stayed here... the two of them would definitely die!

Fresh blood kept dripping from his body, and he began to slowly weaken.

But his consciousness became increasingly clear...

He understood... that only by getting rid of Tang San, this burden, could he and his son have a glimmer of hope!

Beneath him, only the second, sixth, seventh, and the red ninth ring, which had stood for ten thousand years, remained!

"Erming! Let's attack together!"

The scales on Da Ming's tail were sparse and stained with blood.

Suddenly, the two horns on its head lit up with a blue light, releasing the dragon's imposing aura.

It continuously covers the entire body.

Its massive body, hundreds of meters long, resembles a winding, small mountain range.

His entire body was tinged with cyan, and it seemed as if a dragon soul was attached to him, appearing and disappearing.

"Roar!"

I heard the voice of the Ming Dynasty.

Erming raised his hands, and his previously compressed muscles instantly relaxed.

Boom!

Each muscle relaxes.

A booming sound, like a giant bell, resounds within the body, radiating golden ripples.

A terrifying power burst forth from his muscles, surged upwards, and coalesced between his palms.

A strong wind swept through the valley.

Erming seemed to be holding up a blazing sun, golden and without the slightest impurity.

"Don't even think about it!" Tang Hao managed to utter two words in a hoarse voice, his internal organs feeling as if they were on fire.

He was about to make a move with the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

Another tongue of fire shot out from afar, heading straight for his head.

Who on earth is it?!

Tang Hao's face was grim; he had no idea what this thing was.

Why does it have such power?

Who exactly is it that would conspire with a soul beast to kill this father and son?

The sound of cannons made Tang Hao pause for a moment.

A shadow suddenly enveloped him.

Then the golden light illuminated his bloodied face.

Erming leaped high into the air.

The golden moon that he was holding suddenly shrank and was held in his palm.

Golden light peeked through his fingers.

Super Titan Shakes the Sun!

From the air, Erming looked down and unleashed a golden fist at Tang Hao.

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the fist, then continued to grow larger, instantly transforming into a golden, violent sphere with a diameter of four or five meters, which rapidly pressed down on Tang Hao.

hold head high!

With a series of dragon roars, the azure light emanating from Da Ming's body suddenly detached and flew into the sky.

It transformed into a hundred-meter-long azure dragon, constantly circling in the sky.

Azure Dragon Soul!

It seemed to break through the dark clouds and then swoop down.

In Ye Qiu's line of sight...

A hundred-meter-long azure dragon, carrying a golden dragon pearl in its mouth.

From the sky!

It crushed down on a human being.

The wind howled through the valley, and the air became thick and sticky.

Tang Hao began to have some difficulty breathing.

But his bloodshot eyes radiated a murderous aura, and he gripped the Haotian Hammer in both hands.

His second and sixth spirit rings shattered with a crash.

The seventh spirit ring shone with its last rays.

The majestic and robust Martial Soul True Form is the Haotian Hammer, which resembles a small mountain.

"You two beasts! Come...on...!"

boom!

Tang Hao's voice was drowned out by the terrifying crashing sounds.

The shells that Ye Qiu had just fired were all blown away by the collision of the three.

A fierce wind howled on the mountaintop, and Ye Qiu couldn't even open his eyes without activating his divine power.

Rumble!

Ye Qiu felt it; the valley was trembling continuously.

The surrounding spirit beasts kept fleeing.

He saw it.

Erming was overturned by the aftermath of the attack.

Tang Hao was knocked down from the air and crashed to the ground.

The shattered Martial Soul True Form of the Clear Sky Hammer destroyed Er Ming's attack.

A hundred-meter-long illusory image of a blue dragon plunged into the valley, causing the earth to collapse and a terrifying shockwave that threatened to sweep away the surrounding mountains.

The blood-red ninth spirit ring had already shattered.

Even with its surging size, Haotian's true form still could not escape the fate of being completely torn apart.

The original valley has been transformed into a basin, and some of the mountain peaks are now tilted.

A hint of weariness appeared in Da Ming's eyes.

Erming's condition wasn't very good either; after the Titan's Wrath effect wore off, his muscles started to ache.

"Roar..." Erming let out a long roar, and the wind and waves swept up, blowing away the smoke and dust.

In the center of the shattered basin, Tang Hao, dressed in rags, lay in a pool of blood.

He had difficulty breathing, and his cloudy eyes were oozing blood.

The pupils contracted slowly.

Bang!Bang!

Erming lifted his foot and slowly walked forward.

Ye Qiu's figure, draped in a black bamboo hat, also appeared on Er Ming's shoulder.

Under the observation of his Sharingan.

Tang Hao's soul power was almost exhausted, and his internal organs were also shattered.

His body kept convulsing, as if he was enduring pain from within.

He looked like he was about to die.

Erming reached out and held him in his palm.