"I'll let you experience the power of a god!"
Looking at Tang Hao, who was attacking with a sharp aura, Thousand Dao Liu's eyes narrowed as he snorted coldly.
With a loud bang, the six wings on his back flapped at the same time, and an incomparable golden flame completely enveloped his body. At the same time, the incomplete golden ring on his back flickered, and with him as the center, a golden light filled with a holy aura spread out.
Under the flickering of the incomplete golden ring, another layer of light that released a holy aura appeared on the surface of Thousand Dao Liu's flames.
Whoosh!
With a piercing sound, Thousand Dao Liu transformed into a golden shooting star. He ignored Tang Hao's shadow and clenched his right hand into a fist, heading straight for Tang Hao, who had the most terrifying aura.
On the battlefield, the two figures were like shooting stars chasing after the moon. Tang Hao had no intention of dodging. He held the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands and condensed all the soul power in his body onto the hammer.
Boom!
The two figures collided, and a huge gold and white pillar of light shot into the sky, reaching thousands of meters high.
The terrifying aftershock caused the blood and qi of the people in the plaza to churn. Those with weaker cultivations directly rolled their eyes and fainted.
At the point of collision, before the dazzling light dissipated, a figure shot down from above like a cannonball and heavily smashed into the stage.
"Why didn't your hundred thousand year soul ring explode? If it did, it might have injured me. " Thousand Dao Liu slowly descended from the dazzling light. His body hovered in the air as he looked at the deep black hole on the stage.
As his calm voice fell, he stretched out his right palm, and a huge suction force sucked Tang Hao out of the pitch-black pit into the air.
At this moment, Tang Hao's clothes were torn, and his entire body was covered in burn marks. He spat out blood uncontrollably, and his aura was extremely weak.
"You don't have the strength to speak anymore? Forget it, I'll send you to my son to repent! "
As he spoke, Thousand Dao Liu raised his right palm, and a ball of golden flames gathered in his palm.
"Boss Chu, you …"
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi looked at Chu Bei's back. Before he could say anything, Chu Bei took a step forward and disappeared from the rostrum.
"Is this the strength of the Douluo Palace's Head Consecrator, Thousand Dao Liu? As expected of an expert standing at the pinnacle of the continent! "
"Even the Vast Sky Douluo wasn't able to hurt him in that state; just what rank is he at?"
"Does the golden soul ring behind him represent God?"
…
On the spectator stand, everyone looked at Tang Hao, who was on the verge of death, and could not help but feel pity for him.
Even if he was once the strongest expert of the younger generation, he would still fall at the hands of the peak experts of the continent.
"Neptune's Hammer!"
Tang San soared into the sky, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand released a blue light, and smashed towards the Thousand Streams with a piercing sound.
"Hehe, little fellow, are you in such a hurry to die before your father?"
Thousand Streams glanced at Tang San with disdain. The attack that was originally aimed at Tang Hao changed its trajectory and went to meet Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
Chi La!
As expected, the streak of golden light unleashed by the Thousand Dao Streams easily destroyed Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, which had been infused with the power of the Sea God and could kill a Rank 85 Soul Douluo.
"Don't … don't touch San Er!"
Tang Hao's hundred-thousand-year soul ring lit up, and a little terrifying soul power erupted from his extremely weak body, helping Tang San block the Thousand Streams' attack.
"What a touching scene."
Thousand Streams let out a cold laugh. "I've decided not to kill you first. You killed my son, so I'll let you taste the pain of losing your son! Furthermore, I want you to witness his death with your own eyes! "
Thousand Streams' eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his gaze towards Tang San was filled with ruthlessness and bloodlust.
As his cold voice fell, a golden ring of light appeared in Thousand Streams' palm, and a huge suction force locked onto Tang San's body.
In an instant, Tang San's slightly frail body flew uncontrollably towards Thousand Streams.
"Don't hurt Little San!"
Tang Hao roared with all the strength in his body. In the next moment, his originally sunken chest suddenly expanded, and a wave of soul power that was far more terrifying than before erupted.
The ninth soul ring on his body vibrated, and let out an ear-piercing buzzing sound.
"Ayin … for Little San, I hope you can understand me …"
As he muttered, strange demonic patterns suddenly appeared on Tang Hao's pale face. His hair stood upright, and his black pupils turned blood-red. A berserk aura swept through the entire arena.
Roar —
Tang Hao roared towards the sky.
However, just as his hundred-thousand-year soul ring was about to explode, a cool breeze blew past, and an invisible force forcefully suppressed his soul ring that was about to explode.
"Hmm?"
Sensing that Tang Hao's berserk soul power had calmed down, Thousand Streams frowned. After a flash of confusion in his eyes, a golden spear appeared in his right hand, and he threw it towards Tang San, who was being sucked over by him.
"Third Brother (Little San)!"
Seeing that the golden spear was about to pierce through Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others subconsciously cried out in alarm, their eyes filled with fear.
Everyone in the spectator stands and VIP stands swallowed, and a small number of people had pity in their eyes.
Throughout the history of the continent, the person with the most terrifying talent was about to fall.
Of course, there were also some people who were incomparably calm at this moment. For example, Yu Xiaogang, Ning Fengzhi, Yu Tianhao, and the others' expressions didn't change much, but there was a hint of anticipation in their eyes, as if they were waiting for something.
As for Tang Hao, he slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string. A smile appeared on his face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body, and he had handed it over to someone else.
Clang —!
The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out.
Seeing that the golden spear was about to pierce through Tang San, a layer of energy appeared above Tang San's body.
The energy layer was as thin as a cicada's wing, and if one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to discover its existence. However, this light layer, which was only one or two millimeters thick, had blocked that monstrous golden spear for Tang San.
In the next moment, under everyone's gaze, ripples appeared in the air beside Tang San, and a figure slowly appeared.
"Boss!"
When Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others saw the figure in the purple light, they were all emotional, and their eyes were filled with tears.
They all knew that their boss wouldn't sit by and watch, but they were still afraid. They were afraid that their boss wouldn't be able to make it in time, afraid that Tang San would be pierced by the golden spear.
Fortunately, at the most dangerous moment, the boss they were looking forward to appeared.
Everything was daunting, but not dangerous.
"Mas … ter … Disciple has troubled you."
Tang San looked at Chu Bei, and lightly bit his lips. The moment the energy layer appeared, the suction force from the Thousand Streams on his body was cut off.
"It's fine, go down and wait. Leave the rest to me." Chu Bei patted Tang San's little head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Okay."
Meeting Chu Bei's warm gaze, Tang San subconsciously nodded, and then landed beside Tang Hao on the stage.
"You have already fought with him, and your strength is no match for him. You shouldn't blame me for interfering in your matters, right?" Chu Bei put his hands behind his back, and looked at Tang Hao with a smile on his face.
"I can't thank Senior enough for standing up for me. How would I dare to blame you?" Tang Hao hurriedly said.
Tang Hao's gaze was filled with gratitude. The reason he was grateful was not only because the other party had taught Tang San, but also because the other party had prevented him from using the ninth ring.
The hundred-thousand-year red soul ring had been sacrificed to him by Ayin. Even in the battle with the Thousand Streams, he had only blown up to the eighth ring. If Tang San's life hadn't been in danger, he definitely wouldn't have thought of blowing up the ninth ring.
Fortunately, the moment the ninth ring exploded, Tang San's boss, that unfathomable god, used a supreme divine ability to forcibly suppress the berserk power in the soul ring.
"Father … how are you …" Looking at Tang Hao, who was breathing intermittently, Tang San's eyes were red.
"San 'er, you have met a good boss. He is stronger than your father, and he can teach you far more than I can. "
Tang Hao struggled to open his heavy eyelids. His gaze was filled with gratification. "Your future is limitless. Perhaps you can step into the legendary Immortal State like your boss. The Yin Yang Elders are dead, and your father's wish has been fulfilled. It's time to accompany your mother. Let the past be the past. Don't look into it anymore. It's time to end it. "
"Tang Hao, you are not only a husband, but also a father. Don't tell me you only live for Ayin? Don't you want to see San 'er grow up? See him start a family? See him have a group of wives? "
Just as Tang Hao's lonely voice fell, Chu Bei's calm but dignified voice rang in his ears.
Hearing Chu Bei's words, Tang Hao's body trembled slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up into a bitter smile. He knew his own body best.
In the battle a few years ago, he was already an arrow at the end of its flight. His internal organs were all destroyed. If not for his strong willpower, he would have died long ago.
Today, he had successfully killed the last of the Yin Yang Elders and gotten his revenge. In addition, after blowing up eight rings in a row, his last bit of life force had been squeezed out.
Right now, although he still had some strength, this should be the so-called final radiance of the setting sun. He could already see the God of Death beckoning to him.
"Boss Chu, you might not know, but my body …"
"Remember, in front of the All-Heavens shop, as long as you have money, anything is possible."
Without waiting for Tang Hao to finish speaking, Chu Bei opened his mouth and interrupted him. "Let's not talk about you. Who says that Ayin can't be resurrected? Don't you look forward to the day when the three of you are reunited? "
Hearing Chu Bei's words, this time, Tang Hao actually straightened his body out of nowhere. His eyes looked at Chu Bei in shock. "You … you just said that Ayin can be resurrected!"
"It's not difficult, as long as you have the money."
Chu Bei glanced indifferently at Tang Hao. With a wave of his right hand, he tossed out a red pill. "Now, you should rest well and look forward to the day when that day comes."
"Ayin … Ayin …"
Tang Hao caught the red pill that Chu Bei tossed over. After swallowing it, he repeatedly muttered, "Resurrection, can she really be resurrected …"
Chu Bei ignored Tang Hao and turned his gaze to the Thousand Streams.
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