Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The two elders were focused on Golden Crocodile Douluo and couldn't pay attention to Tang Xiao for the time being.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Tang Hao turned to Tang Xiao and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, what exactly happened? Why are you here?"

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth, maintaining the imposing barrier while quickly whispering, "Grandpa is in the Killing City."

"He is receiving the inheritance of the Asura God."

"The Spirit Hall somehow got wind of this, and Qian Daoliu has come in person..."

"We rushed here overnight after receiving the news, but we didn't expect them to arrive first."

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Grandpa? Tang Chen? The grandpa who disappeared for so many years is actually in the Killing City? And is he still receiving the inheritance of a god?

Before he could even process this shocking news, Qian Daoliu's second attack had already begun.

Fourth Soul Skill: Holy Sword.

Qian Daoliu made a grasping motion with both hands, and two giant swords, entirely golden in color, appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The two swords were formed entirely from the power of light, and golden-white flames burned on their blades. These were flames of light, said to be able to burn away all evil in the world.

Once the Holy Sword is summoned, it will no longer consume Qian Daoliu's soul power. It will automatically float in the air, waiting for its master's command, until its soul power is exhausted and it will dissipate on its own.

Two holy swords slowly rotated beside Qian Daoliu, their tips aimed at Tang Xiao and Tang Hao below, radiating a chilling sharpness.

Qian Daoliu gave the two no chance to catch their breath.

With a wave of his right hand, two holy swords shot out simultaneously, drawing two golden arcs as they slashed towards Tang Hao and Tang Xiao from the left and right respectively.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance, then gritted their teeth and charged forward.

Sixth Soul Skill: Sky-Piercing Strike!

The two Haotian Hammers were swung out simultaneously, colliding head-on with Qian Daoliu's light hammer.

boom--

A loud bang shook the earth.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were both sent flying backwards, tumbling several times in the air before barely managing to regain their balance.

A trace of blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, and their hands, gripping the Haotian Hammer, were numb, making it difficult for them to hold the handles.

Qian Daoliu landed on the ground without moving an inch, his robes fluttering, his face as usual.

He didn't even dabble in breathing.

The gap between a level 99 player and two level 96 players cannot be bridged simply by brothers working together.

"No, we can't win if we keep fighting like this."

Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered to Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao also sensed it.

Qian Daoliu's strength far exceeded their expectations. Even if the two brothers joined forces, along with the two elders, they might not be able to gain the upper hand against this level 99 peerless Douluo.

Moreover, Golden Crocodile Douluo is also watching closely from the side. Once he makes a move, the Clear Sky Sect will only lose faster and more miserably.

"How to do?"

Tang Xiao asked through gritted teeth.

Tang Hao's gaze fell on the tavern beside him.

That dilapidated tavern was the only entrance to the killing city.

Countless thoughts raced through Tang Hao's mind, then he suddenly raised his head and said, "Enter the City of Slaughter!"

"The use of spirit rings is suppressed inside, so no one can use their spirit skills and can only rely on spirit power and hand-to-hand combat."

"Once inside, Qian Daoliu's advantage won't be as significant!"

Tang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation.

He turned and shouted at the two elders, "Into the tavern!"

The two elders immediately broke free from their standoff with Golden Crocodile Douluo and, in a flash, sped off towards the tavern.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao followed closely behind, and the four of them, like arrows released from a bow, plunged headlong into the dilapidated tavern.

A commotion erupted in the tavern, and then the hole under the counter swallowed the four figures.

Qian Daoliu stood in mid-air, watching the four members of Haotian Sect disappear into the tavern, his expression still calm as still water.

He didn't rush in, but slowly stepped into the tavern.

Then, Qian Daoliu casually waved his hand, and the two holy swords whistled as they slashed towards the fallen soul masters around him who had not yet had time to escape.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Those degenerates who drifted along the outskirts of the Killing City were no match for a casual strike from a level 99 Peerless Douluo.

A golden sword flashed, and more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

Qian Daoliu didn't even glance at the corpses, but simply gave a brief instruction to the Spirit Hall Soul Masters left outside: "Guard the entrance and don't let anyone unrelated in."

Then, he glanced at Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the two of them stepped into the tavern's entrance one after the other.

Silence returned to the ground.

The wind whipped up dust as it swept across the dry riverbed, gradually covering up the bloodstains.

In the distance, the four people hidden in the crevices of the Bone Douluo space finally dared to let out a soft breath.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Teng's forehead, and his palms were also wet.

The moment Qian Daoliu made his move, he even felt as if he had been choked.

Even with Bone Douluo's spatial barrier in between, and even though Qian Daoliu was completely unaware of their existence, the oppressive feeling emanating from the Limit Douluo still instinctively filled him with fear.

Sword Douluo's expression was also not very good.

His right hand remained pressed on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

Only after Qian Daoliu entered the tavern did Chen Xin slowly release his grip and let out a long breath.

Ning Fengzhi was the first to recover from the shock.

He was silent for a moment, then turned to Sword Douluo and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Sword, if we had taken the opportunity to ambush Qian Daoliu under those circumstances... were you confident?"

Sword Douluo shook his head and answered decisively, "I'm afraid that won't work."

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

Sword Douluo continued, "Qian Daoliu truly lives up to his reputation as a level 99 peerless Douluo; his perception and speed far exceeded my expectations."

"Judging from his fight with Tang Xiao and Tang Hao just now, his reaction speed has reached an incredible level."

"If I want to succeed in a sneak attack, I must strike when Qian Daoliu is completely unprepared, and when his attention is completely diverted and he has no time to look at anything else."

"But to achieve this, unless another Limit Douluo engages him in direct combat, drawing all attention to him..."

"Otherwise, with Qian Daoliu's strength, even if I attack from the spatial rift, he is very likely to react the moment the attack lands."

Chapter 427 Thousand Paths Flow Breaks Through Tang Chen

After saying that, Chen Xin added, "Moreover, that Golden Crocodile Douluo is not just for show."

"Level 98, the same level as me."

"Even if I could pose a threat to Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo would retaliate against me immediately."

Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a while, then finally shook his head, sighed, and said, "Never mind, I was overthinking it."

The air in front of the city gates of the killing capital was as cold as if it were frozen.

Just as Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and the two elders of Haotian Sect rushed to the door, a blood-red figure silently blocked their way.

The man wore a blood-red robe with a wide, stand-up collar that almost covered half his face, and a scarlet cloak trailed behind him, reaching the ground and swaying slightly in the cold wind.

His face was deathly pale, like the finest mutton fat jade. His features were fairly regular, and he looked like a middle-aged man.

But his blood-red hair and equally blood-red eyes sent chills down one's spine at first glance.

From a distance, he looked like a shadow crawling out of a pool of blood.

"stop."

The King of Slaughter's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure.

"Your fighting should not spill over here."

Tang Hao paused, about to say something, when he heard the sound of clothes rustling behind him.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo landed one after the other, blocking their retreat.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at Tang Hao and his group of four, a sneer spreading across his face: "Tang Hao, you can't escape now."

"Humph."

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"You can't use your soul skills here either, so it's still uncertain who will win."

Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't reply, but instead slightly turned his head and glanced at Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu hadn't looked at Tang Hao and the others since he landed.

His gaze remained fixed on the blood-red figure in front of the city gate, motionless, as if trying to identify something.

"The Grand Master?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo sensed something was amiss and asked in a low voice.

Qian Daoliu ignored him.

He stared at the King of Slaughter for a long while, then suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty: "Tang...Chen?"

The moment those two words were uttered, everyone present was stunned.

Tang Hao turned his head sharply, looking at the King of Slaughter in disbelief. His eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling slightly, and he almost dropped the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

Tang Xiao was the same; he stared intently at the blood-red figure, his expression shifting from shock to doubt, and then from doubt to a kind of inexplicable fear.