Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Chapter 38 Haotian Sect! Tang Hao at Fifteen!

"Junior brother! You succeeded!" Bibi Dong's face was full of joy and pride, and her tone was excited.

"You've leveled up five times in a row and absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring; you're simply a miracle!"

Lin Han looked at her and smiled slightly.

"This is just the beginning. Senior Sister, let's return to the Spirit Hall now. I want everyone to know that the Spirit Hall's prodigies can defeat not only the geniuses of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"To be able to slay a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast while at level thirty, break through to level thirty-five Soul Master, and protect the glory of the Spirit Hall—no one can match him!"

Bibi Dong nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with fierce fighting spirit.

"Alright! Let's go back together! I also want everyone to know that I, Bibi Dong, can rise to power with the Spider God Meditation Technique!"

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"In the future, I will fight alongside you, side by side, to uphold the future of the Spirit Hall!"

Lin Han gripped the Dragon Abyss Sword, the angelic sword tassel fluttering lightly. The power of the Demon-Slaying Sword Embryo intertwined with the power of thunder, emitting a soft hum.

He turned around, his white robes fluttering, and walked towards the valley entrance.

Bibi Dong followed closely behind, her purple dress fluttering, her eyes full of confidence and determination.

The Contra Bishop and the temple guards on the periphery bowed respectfully, their tone filled with reverence.

"Congratulations, Lord Lin Han, on breaking through to the Soul Master realm! You are truly awe-inspiring!"

Lin Han nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked steadily out of Thunder Valley.

Sunlight streamed through the forest, illuminating the two figures. Clad in white, sword in hand, and in purple, a figure of ethereal elegance, they walked side by side, their imposing presence unstoppable.

Lin Han's legend continues.

Ten thousand years of whale glue forging the body, creating the ultimate physical form.

He bestowed a unique physical and mental cultivation method upon his senior sister, helping her unlock the potential of her twin martial souls.

Starry Sky Hunter, with a single sword strike, slays the Thunder Tiger King of ten thousand years.

At level 30, he rose five levels in a row, breaking through to level 35 Soul Master and breaking the record for Soul Ring configuration.

All of this will shock the entire Spirit Hall and the entire Douluo Continent.

He and Bibi Dong, this pair of exceptionally talented senior and junior siblings, will join hands and walk step by step towards the peak.

With strength, we will defend the glory of the Spirit Hall; with brilliance, we will illuminate the future of the Douluo Continent.

On the way back, Lin Han's thunderous power and sword intent gradually subsided.

Yet, the overwhelming aura emanating from that peerless genius still made it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

He could clearly sense that the power of the third soul skill, "Thunder Dragon Abyss Sword," far exceeded his expectations.

Once this technique is activated, even a Soul King can be severely injured by his sword.

Bibi Dong followed beside him, glancing at him from time to time with eyes full of admiration.

She knew that from now on, Lin Han's name would become a nightmare for the younger generation of Douluo Continent.

To become the most dazzling light of the Spirit Hall.

And she will never fall behind; she will rely on the Spider God Meditation Method to cultivate diligently and catch up with Lin Han as soon as possible.

Together with him, we will become the pillars of the Spirit Hall and protect the glory of our sect.

The sun shines brightly in the direction of the Spirit Hall in the distance.

The golden dome of the Papal Palace shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, as if welcoming the return of the legendary brother and sister.

A new upheaval is about to quietly unfold in the Spirit Hall, and even throughout the entire Douluo Continent.

The Haotian Sect is located atop Haotian Mountain in the northern part of the Douluo Continent.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds and steep mountains, the entire sect was enveloped by heavy rocks and dense soul power, exuding a calm and domineering aura.

On the mountain training ground, booming sounds rose and fell.

The powerful wind from the swinging Haotian Hammer tore through the air, and each strike created tiny cracks in the ground.

Those were disciples of the Haotian Sect practicing the profound secrets of their sect's hammer technique.

In the center of the training ground, two figures stood facing each other.

The boy on the left is tall and straight, dressed in a black outfit, with an arrogant face and a tenacious spirit that refuses to admit defeat.

He held a deep blue Haotian Hammer in his hand. The hammer was ancient and simple, engraved with intricate patterns, and faintly exuded a heavy aura.

He was Tang Hao, only fifteen years old, yet he had already reached the thirty-ninth level of Soul Master.

He is a peerless genius, a once-in-a-century talent of the Haotian Sect, possessing innate full soul power, and his martial soul, the Haotian Hammer, has been cultivated to its ultimate level.

His hammer technique was fierce and domineering, and among his peers, no one could rival him.

The boy on the right was slightly taller than Tang Hao, with a calm expression. He also held a Clear Sky Hammer and exuded a powerful aura.

It was Tang Hao's older brother, Tang Xiao.

At this moment, Tang Xiao was already a level 42 Soul Master, with superb hammer skills, but he still dared not be careless towards Tang Hao in the slightest.

"Bang!

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The two Haotian hammers collided with a deafening roar, and a violent shockwave swept outwards, sending dust flying everywhere.

A shallow crater was punched into the ground of the training ground.

Tang Xiao took two steps back, his arm numb, his eyes filled with helplessness and admiration.

"Brother Hao, you've improved again. With your level 39 soul power and your fierce hammer technique, even a level 40 Soul Master might not be your match."

Tang Hao put away his hammer, his face showing no joy, but rather an undisguised boredom.

He casually slung the Haotian Hammer over his shoulder, his tone arrogant and impatient.

"Brother, this is pointless. You always let me win. The other disciples in the sect are so weak that they can't even withstand three of my blows. If we keep training like this, there will be no progress at all."

This is not arrogance, but the truth.

A level 39 Soul Master at the age of fifteen is an unprecedented miracle in the entire history of the Haotian Sect.

Tang Hao's talent far surpasses that of his peers, and is even more amazing than Tang Chen's back then.

He crushed all the disciples in the sect, whether they were the same age or a few years older.

Even Tang Xiao could only barely contend with him by virtue of his superior rank, but he could never truly satisfy him.

These days, Tang Hao had long grown tired of the infighting within the sect.

He craves stronger opponents, battles that will force him to give his all and put him under pressure.

But looking across the entire Haotian Sect, there is no one like that.

"Brother Hao, you're too impatient," Tang Xiao said, shaking his head helplessly.

"You are still young, yet you have already reached the level of Soul Master at the age of thirty-nine, which is already heaven-defying. Although the disciples in the sect are not as good as you, they can still help you hone your hammer techniques step by step so that you can go further."

"Step by step?" Tang Hao scoffed, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"What I need is not a gradual progression, but an opponent who can push me to my limits! As things stand, what's the point of breaking through to the Soul Master level if I don't even have someone who can make me go all out?"

From a young age, he had an extreme pursuit of power, and the domineering nature of the Clear Sky Hammer was already etched into his bones.

The stronger the opponent, the more it ignites his fighting spirit.

But now, the comfort within the sect makes him feel suffocated.

Just as the two were arguing, several elders of the Haotian Sect, dressed in gray elder robes, slowly walked to the edge of the training ground, their faces solemn, and they talked in hushed tones.

During the conversation, he occasionally mentioned terms such as "Spirit Hall", "Peerless Sword Cultivator" and "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan".

Tang Hao was already dissatisfied, and upon hearing these words, he immediately became interested.

He strode forward, bowed deeply to the leading elder, and spoke urgently.

"Elders, what's the situation with the Spirit Hall and the peerless swordsman you just mentioned? Has some powerful figure appeared?"