In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 310 A Miserable Day

Despite his anger, the chill emanating from Tang Hao's chest, mixed with a strange "warmth," kept reminding him...

Danger!Danger!Danger!

We need to retreat immediately!

Tang Hao suddenly clenched his right hand, and something seemed to flash in his palm. Immediately afterward, his soul power flowed much more smoothly, and he instantly unleashed an extremely fast speed, flying backward and away from Wang Zhao's sharp scythe blade.

He wasn't going to go back the way he came; he just wanted to leave this place first. And leaving was easy enough—he could just retreat in the direction opposite to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

As for the speed issue... Tang Hao was only able to instantly distance himself from Wang Zhao at the true speed of a Title Douluo by summoning the Clear Sky Hammer in an instant and then immediately putting it away.

Next, Wang Zhao will likely continue chasing him. Tang Hao isn't entirely sure how fast Wang Zhao can go, but...

Tang Hao glanced discreetly down below.

If the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall chooses to hunt him down, then with no one around, he might not be able to continue to be passive.

While Tang Hao was pondering, he turned around and fled into the distance without stopping.

Watching his retreating figure, Wang Zhao didn't hesitate. He left the Spirit Hall personnel on the ground with the words, "You stay here and clean up the scene. I'm going to chase after that depraved villain." Without waiting for the hesitant Cardinal to speak, he chased after Tang Hao directly.

Upon seeing this, the cardinal opened his mouth, then turned to face the group of Spirit Hall personnel behind him:

"His Highness's safety is of utmost importance. I'll go with you to observe the battle from a distance. You all stay here and clean up the scene."

After saying that, he used his soul power. Since he did not have the ability to fly, the cardinal had to travel on his own two legs. Of course, his speed was not slow. He disappeared from the spot in a flash.

The remaining members of the Spirit Hall: "..."

……

This is above a desolate valley.

The burly, tall man was now fleeing in a panic, like a rat, with a mysterious figure shrouded in gray mist chasing after him. The figure held aloft a scythe, exuding an imposing aura, like a grim reaper about to reap lives.

"Hello!"

Wang Zhao's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the bloody wounds on Tang Hao's back, which he had inflicted during the escape.

"How much longer are you planning to run?"

After saying that, Wang Zhao's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't make a sound, as if he was silently chanting some kind of incantation.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zhao closed his mouth, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up again.

Necromantic magic: Wither!

"Whoosh!"

Instantly, a gray beam of light shot out from the Necromancer's Scythe and struck Tang Hao directly.

Immediately, Tang Hao, who was running away, suddenly felt powerless. His soul power seemed to be constantly being worn down by some strange force. At the same time, an extremely chilling coldness surged up from his back, and the skin on his originally healthy and strong back instantly became ulcerated.

Not only that, Tang Hao's eyes widened as he felt his own life force being constantly eroded, just like his soul power.

Directly eroding life force... what a terrifying method!

This pretentious Spirit Hall Holy Son, isn't he the real fallen soul master?!

Tang Hao had no time to be surprised. He glanced at the menacing scythe not far behind him and finally made up his mind. He slowed down quietly, turned his back to Wang Zhao, and stretched his right hand in front of his chest. Then a miniature Haotian Hammer appeared.

The weight and size of the Clear Sky Hammer can be controlled by the amount of soul power transferred.

Then, nine spirit rings rose up one after another from Tang Hao's feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... red!

After the nine spirit rings rose, the dazzling blood-red spirit ring at the top flashed for a moment. Then, a bright green light surged from Tang Hao's body, instantly covering all his injuries and replenishing the traces of life force that had been flowing out of his body.

It originated from one of the two ninth soul skills that Ah Yin sacrificed herself for. It was related to healing. It was because of this that he was able to raise his soul power to level 95 during the six years of recuperation after suffering countless injuries in the great battle six years ago. Ah Yin's 100,000-year-level healing soul skill played an indispensable role in this.

Although he still has many hidden injuries deep inside his body that cannot be removed by healing soul skills alone.

After using his ninth soul skill, the negative effects of being hit by the Withering Technique on Tang Hao were instantly suppressed; at the same time, Wang Zhao behind him saw that Tang Hao's speed had slowed down and that his body directly revealed a blood-red ninth soul ring symbolizing a hundred thousand years level, and his smile became even wider.

He feigned slight surprise and said, "A ninth spirit ring of 100,000 years? You are...?"

"snort!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Tang Hao stopped abruptly, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand rapidly enlarged and became heavier, with faint lightning flashing around it.

"Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, you've gone too far!"

"I was reluctant to fight you because you are just a junior, but you have been pressing me relentlessly without any sense of reason."

"Back then, even your teacher's teacher, Qian Xunji, wouldn't have dared to treat me like this."

With that, Tang Hao suddenly turned around and smashed the huge Haotian Hammer in his hand at Wang Zhao.

"Since things have come to this, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"

Wang Zhao's gaze sharpened slightly, and he instantly leaped away to dodge.

He's neither a virtuous gentleman nor some peerless Angel Douluo from a hundred years ago; he wouldn't be foolish enough to take the Clear Sky Hammer, a devastating attack that's seemingly effortless yet capable of crushing everything.

Not to mention, this is against Tang Hao, who comes with his own "background music" and whose unpredictable power-ups in the original work are almost no less than those of the protagonist Tang San. The fact that he was able to use the Ring Explosion Technique to beat Qian Xunji, a Super Douluo with a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, to death in his early days as a Title Douluo is proof of this. It's simply outrageous.

Wang Zhao must be out of his mind to face this huge, black hammer head-on.

Of course, even if you try to avoid her, Wang Zhao's sharp tongue won't stop.

He looked shocked, yet also mocking.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's none other than the world-renowned His Majesty the Daily One."

"Hiss~ His Majesty the Emperor has become a Fallen Soul Master? I wonder how big a sensation this news will cause on the continent."

"Wait a minute, so the one I was chasing like a mouse all this time was His Majesty the Daily One."

"This is truly unbelievable. The mighty Tian Tian Douluo is being chased so badly by me, a mere 'One-Ring Soul Master'."

"Hey, Your Majesty, you can run so fast, why don't we just change your title again? From now on, how about 'Rat Douluo'?"

"If you want to make changes, I'll represent the Spirit Hall and do free publicity for you."

"It's only a tiny difference from your original 'Haotian'..."

Tang Hao's face instantly darkened.

(End of this chapter)