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Chapter 311 Self-created Soul Skill, Chaotic Cloak and Demonic Scythe (Part 1)

"Hmph, you little devil, you sure know how to talk a good game."

Tang Hao snorted coldly, then swung his hammer at Wang Zhao again.

"Now that you know my identity, you might as well give up on leaving and come with me to a small place to hide for a few years."

"Anyway, you've been keeping this Spirit Hall Holy Son a secret for so long, you probably aren't in a hurry to reveal yourself, are you?"

"Whether you surrender or I knock you out and take you away now, it's up to you."

"……Oh."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhao dodged Tang Hao's hammer while giving a cold laugh.

"You really think you have me figured out?"

Wang Zhao only needed to think about it for a moment before he guessed what Tang Hao meant.

Tang Hao hadn't revealed his Clear Sky Hammer spirit, and now that there was no one around, if he just knocked out this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall and took him away, then no one would know that this was done by the long-lost Tian Douluo.

As for why Tang Hao kidnapped him, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Wang Zhao could easily figure it out. He now knew Tang Hao's identity and the terrifying talent he had revealed. Also, Tang Hao might have his eye on his identity and wanted to use him to plot against the Spirit Hall.

This muscle-bound guy has also developed quite a few cunning schemes lately.

Wang Zhao thought to himself.

Perhaps it's because Tang Hao has done too many immoral things over the years, and his style of doing things has gradually become less domineering than before?

But can he really wield the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul well in this state?

Just like Tang San in the original work, apart from mastering various techniques of using the Clear Sky Hammer, he seems unable to resonate with the Clear Sky Hammer spirit at all. The reason is that Tang San has too many scheming thoughts, which are simply not compatible with the Clear Sky Hammer spirit.

Let's get back to the original topic.

Tang Hao wanted to use Wang Zhao to plot against the Spirit Hall, but Wang Zhao also wanted to use Tang Hao as a stepping stone to make a name for himself.

Ultimately, this struggle will depend on the strength of both sides.

Unfortunately, Wang Zhao was very confident in himself.

His lips moved slightly as he muttered something, then he quickly raised the Necromancer's Scythe in his hand and pointed it at Tang Hao.

An invisible wave emanated, and strange, blood-red patterns instantly appeared on Tang Hao's limbs, torso, and even face. Tang Hao was startled by this and even stopped swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, only focusing his soul power to try to wash away the blood-red patterns on his body.

Although the blood-red patterns didn't directly make him feel that there was something wrong with his body, as if they were some kind of harmless decoration, they still gave him a very bad feeling. He subconsciously didn't want his body to be tainted by this, but once the blood-red patterns appeared, they were like maggots clinging to his bones, impossible to get rid of.

"What kind of skill is that?!"

Tang Hao looked at Wang Zhao with a somewhat gloomy expression and asked.

"Also, you only have one spirit ring, right? Wasn't that move you used on me before your first spirit skill? What exactly is your first spirit skill? Or did you use a self-created spirit skill? What kind of spirit master are you?"

"Tang Hao, you ask so many questions. Why should I tell you?"

Wang Zhao's lips curled slightly, and he decided to stop being polite and address the guy by his name.

Although, the title he used to call Tang Hao was just a form of mockery.

The previous necromancy spell he used, Decay, could directly deplete the enemy's soul power and life force, and also had a corrosive effect on the enemy's body, though it was time-limited.

The necromancy technique being used now is called the Blood Curse!

The effect wouldn't directly harm Tang Hao, but it would make every injury Tang Hao received from Wang Zhao more severe, somewhat similar to the second soul skill of Wang Zhao's first martial soul, Golden Scale, but with a significantly stronger effect.

The negative buff has already been applied to Tang Hao, so the next step is naturally to start stacking attacks.

Thinking this, Wang Zhao raised the Necromancer's Scythe high and swung it at Tang Hao from a distance, unleashing a gray light blade. Before the blade even reached Tang Hao, Wang Zhao slightly turned around, using a peculiar movement technique to change the direction of the Necromancer's Scythe, and then unleashed a second light blade before turning around again...

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Gradually, the number of gray light blades, exuding a strong death aura yet strangely warm like light, seemed endless, engulfing Tang Hao and leaving him with no way to avoid them.

Sharp gray blades of light slashed at Tang Hao, and the Blood Curse took effect simultaneously, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure. Fortunately, Tang Hao, caught off guard, instinctively protected his head and his genitals, and then immediately used the Haotian Sect's ultimate technique, Haotian Body Protection... Otherwise, who knows what kind of delightful things might have happened, like the "little bell falling."

Under the protection of "Haotian Body Protection", Tang Hao barely managed to activate his ninth healing soul skill again. While recovering from his injuries, he cast his solemn gaze through the endless gray light blades outside the Haotian Body Protection to Wang Zhao, whose figure was constantly changing in the void not far away.

Wang Zhao's current state gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

It seems I've seen him...

"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique?"

Thinking of this, Tang Hao couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes filled with astonishment and indignation.

What the hell?!

At this moment, seeing that Tang Hao was protected by the Haotian protective shield and could not be defeated for the time being, Wang Zhao did not stop his movements in frustration. Instead, he swung the Necromancer's Holy Scythe in his hand even more vigorously.

He couldn't resist adding a sarcastic remark: "Tang Hao, you have good taste."

"What I'm using now is actually a self-created soul skill. Of course, it borrows a lot from your Haotian Sect's secret technique, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique."

"Oh right, you don't know yet, do you? Back then, in order to survive under the iron cavalry of my Spirit Hall, your Clear Sky Sect handed over all of your Clear Sky Sect's secret techniques. Including but not limited to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, the Nine Absolute Techniques of Clear Sky... and even that, the Great Sumeru Hammer."

"Hehe~"

Hearing Wang Zhao's words, Tang Hao finally couldn't hold back any longer and revealed his classic—

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily!

However, he didn't remain angry for long, because he suddenly remembered a certain characteristic of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique...

Haotian's protective shield seemed to be gradually becoming unstable, showing signs of breaking.

The gray light blades outside the shield became increasingly dense, and their intensity gradually increased.

Could it be that...

Wang Zhao's self-created soul skill, which imitates the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, has even mastered its essence?!

Thinking of this, Tang Hao's eyes widened in surprise.

At the same time, Wang Zhao gripped the Necromancer's Scythe, his gaze sharp, and his aura instantly surged to its peak.

(End of this chapter)