Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena are strict. If you leave the arena without permission after registering, it will be considered as challenging the King of Slaughter, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even Tang Hao wouldn't dare to break this rule easily.

Time slowly passed, second by second.

Su Mo was not in a hurry to do anything to Tang Hao.

He sat quietly in the audience, his expression calm, as if he had everything under control.

Before long, Tang Hao began the competition with nine Fallen Ones.

It must be said that Tang Hao, who has mastered the Haotian Technique, is invincible and unstoppable in this Killing City where spirit rings cannot be used.

Even without the enhancement of soul skills, the Haotian Hammer's sheer weight is enough to crush any opponent.

Tang Hao wielded the Clear Sky Hammer with great force and imposing momentum.

Each hammer blow carried an irresistible force.

In the end, one by one, the opponents fell.

Tang Hao achieved his 28th consecutive victory.

After the match ended, Tang Hao didn't linger, not even pausing to catch his breath, and headed straight for the exit.

After leaving the hellish killing field, his soul power surged wildly as he rushed towards his residence.

His figure darted swiftly through the dark streets.

He walked through one dark alley after another, and over one building after another, without daring to stop for even a moment.

Before long, Tang Hao had run a considerable distance.

However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The person who arrived was none other than Su Mo.

Damn it! Tang Hao cursed inwardly.

He didn't know why Su Mo was so fast.

He didn't even realize when Su Mo appeared; it was as if he had appeared out of nowhere.

"Brother Tang, how have you been?"

Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips.

His tone was as if he were greeting an old friend, without a trace of hostility.

But it was precisely this nonchalant attitude that intensified Tang Hao's unease.

It was like the calm before the storm.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and asked in a deep voice, "Su Mo, what do you want to do?"

Su Mo's identity has become an open secret over the past few years due to the deliberate investigations by various powerful forces.

Therefore, Tang Hao knew Su Mo's real name and his identity as a disciple of the Pope.

Su Mo said calmly, "Brother Tang, why are you so nervous? It's rare to meet an old friend in this City of Slaughter. I've just come to catch up."

"Reminisce about the past?" Tang Hao said in a deep voice, "What past is there between us to reminisce about?"

"Of course, it was about the Heaven Dou Arena a few years ago. Brother Tang's father used intimidation to coerce me back then, and even said that I would never be able to leave the Heaven Dou Arena."

I remember that posture, that tone, very clearly.

Tang Hao's face darkened: "What do you want?"

"Of course, we should charge some interest. Brother Tang, how much interest do you think would be appropriate?"

Tang Hao's heart skipped a beat: "Su Mo, what happened back then was done by my father. If you want to collect interest, go find him at Haotian Sect. What does it have to do with me?"

"What's it to you?" Su Mo chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "It's only natural that a son should pay for his father's debts. You must understand that, right?"

Therefore, this debt should naturally be placed on your shoulders.

And don't worry, I will definitely go to your father's place too.

"You—!" Tang Hao's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

He finally understood.

Su Mo came here today specifically to get rid of him. From the very beginning, she had no intention of letting him off the hook and would not give up no matter what.

Therefore, he quickly made a decision and decided to take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

His soul power surged, directly condensing into the Clear Sky Hammer.

"A strike that soars to the heavens!"

Tang Hao roared angrily, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand suddenly enlarged.

He raised the Haotian Hammer with both hands and smashed it down on Su Mo's head!

He poured all his strength into this strike, and even a Soul Saint realm expert would not be able to block it easily.

However, Su Mo didn't move an inch, remaining standing in the same spot without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

He simply watched the Haotian Hammer hurtling towards him.

Just as the hammerhead was three feet above Su Mo's head, a dark red light suddenly shone from his left leg.

He activated the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's left leg soul bone skill, Bat Wing Blood Shield.

A layer of blood-red shield instantly enveloped Su Mo, enveloping him completely.

boom--

The massive Haotian Hammer slammed into the crimson shield with a deafening roar.

However, that seemingly thin shield completely blocked the Haotian Hammer's advance, keeping it outside.

Moreover, the surface of the shield showed no signs of breakage whatsoever; it was merely rippling with waves.

"This is impossible!"

Tang Hao was horrified, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He hadn't expected that Su Mo would possess a soul bone of considerable age.

Where did Su Mo get so many top-tier soul bones?

"What, is that all the strength Brother Tang has?" Su Mo said calmly. "I've already let you make the first move, so now it's my turn."

"not good."

Tang Hao felt a chill run down his spine, and a strong sense of crisis instantly surged into his heart.

He stomped his feet on the ground and retreated rapidly.

However, at that moment, a chill suddenly enveloped his surroundings.

The chill seemed to surge from the deepest hell, penetrating straight into the depths of Tang Hao's soul.

That was Su Mo's Asura Domain.

Within the domain, Tang Hao's strength was instantly suppressed by 20%.

This immediately filled Tang Hao with fear.

He was already no match for Su Mo, and now his strength is being suppressed. How can he fight back?

Chapter 75 The Soul Bone Inherited by the Haotian Sect, Tang Hao's Death

At this moment, the Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul condensed in Su Mo's palm.

Immediately afterwards, his spirit rings lit up one by one.

Yellow, purple, purple, black...

When the first four spirit rings appeared, Tang Hao was surprised, but he could barely accept it.

Since the major powers learned about the uses of whale glue, he has also taken some.

His sixth spirit ring was absorbed after breaking through the limit of years.

Su Mo's ability to achieve the second ring in a thousand years and the fourth ring in ten thousand years is astonishing, but not entirely shocking.

However, what truly shocked Tang Hao was yet to come.

Su Mo's spirit rings continued to appear.

Red, red, red.

The moment the last three spirit rings landed, Tang Hao's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with disbelief.

He stared intently at the three red spirit rings, almost unable to believe his eyes.

"No...this is impossible!" Tang Hao exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you possibly absorb a 100,000-year-old soul ring?!"

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

Even if Su Mo had been consuming whale glue since childhood to continuously strengthen his body, it would have been impossible for him to absorb a 100,000-year soul ring by the time he reached his fifth soul ring.

Moreover, Su Mo was actually able to use a spirit ring in the City of Slaughter; he was already a god of slaughter?

At this moment, Tang Hao's back was soaked with cold sweat.

An unprecedented fear rose from the bottom of his heart and instantly spread throughout his body.

Back when his soul power was three levels higher than Su Mo's, Su Mo easily defeated him without even using his martial soul.

Now, Su Mo has not only reached the Soul Saint realm, but his soul power is far superior to his own. He can also use soul rings and has three 100,000-year soul rings.

How could he possibly win?

"Su Mo, I am the young master of Haotian Sect, and my grandfather is a peak expert of level ninety-nine."

"If you dare touch me, the Haotian Sect and my grandfather will never let you get away with this!"

At this moment, Tang Hao no longer had any thought of resistance.

Those three 100,000-year soul rings were like a mountain, pressing down on his heart.

His only hope now is to invoke the names of Haotian Sect and Tang Chen to make Su Mo think twice.