EFB Chapter 17 Tang Hao arrives, Spirit Hall retreats
Chapter 17 Tang Hao arrives, Spirit Hall retreats
However, the moment he finished speaking...
"Gintoki—!!!"
A heart-wrenching roar came from the distant horizon.
The grief, anger, and despair contained in that voice sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it.
Immediately afterwards, a streak of light tore through the air at an incredible speed; it was a golden figure, like a god.
He exuded an aura of extreme rage, and wherever he passed, even space itself became distorted.
Tang Hao is back.
Almost at the same moment Tang Hao's voice rang out, Ah Yin's almost transparent body trembled violently.
She heard it; she heard the cry of the man she loved so deeply.
A single blue-gold tear slid down her cheek, transforming into starlight in the light.
Then, with her last bit of strength, she gave a gentle, tender smile toward the direction from which the sound came.
That smile held reluctance, longing, and regret, but above all, it held deep affection.
"Hao...take good care of our child."
A word of advice, gone with the wind.
Tang Hao rushed into the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the center of the explosion, on the slowly dissipating blue-gold light, and on the figure that had completely disappeared within the light.
"No...no...no!!!"
Tang Hao's voice changed from a roar to a wail, and then from a wail to a beast-like whimper.
He saw it, he saw Ah Yin's last smile, he saw the tear that slid down her cheek.
He also saw that where Ah Yin had stood, there was now only a deep pit and a seed at the bottom of the pit that emitted a faint blue-gold light.
That was the primordial seed of the Blue Silver Emperor, a sliver of hope left behind by Ah Yin during her self-destruction, but it was only a sliver of hope.
It might take thousands, tens of thousands of years, or even forever for it to regrow and take on new form.
Tang Hao stumbled to the edge of the pit, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch the seed, yet fearing that his touch would cause it to vanish completely.
His hand froze in mid-air, and he collapsed to his knees as if all his strength had been drained.
"A-Yin...A-Yin..." He called his wife's name again and again, his voice hoarse, tears blurring his vision.
At this moment, two more streaks of light flashed past, and Tang Xiao and Tang Wei arrived in quick succession. Upon seeing the scene before them, they both fell silent.
Tang Xiao squatted down and placed his hand on his younger brother's trembling shoulder, but he didn't know what to say.
Tang Wei quickly surveyed the battlefield, his expression grave.
When he saw the seriously injured Tang Zhen and Tang Kun, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Spirit Hall!" Tang Wei's roar was like a thunderclap.
This roar jolted Tang Hao, who was immersed in grief, awake.
He slowly raised his head, and the sadness and vulnerability on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a chilling, cold murderous intent.
His eyes turned blood red, not the red of anger, but a dark red like congealed blood, devoid of any emotion, only a pure and extreme desire to kill.
"Brother Hao..." Tang Xiao wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.
He had never seen his younger brother like this before; at this moment, Tang Hao was like a demon crawling out of hell.
Tang Hao slowly stood up, his movements were slow, but with each movement, his aura surged.
He turned around and fixed his gaze on Qian Xunji in the air.
In that instant, Qian Xunji actually felt a slight... palpitation.
"Your Holiness, let's go!" Ghostly hissed. "Tang Hao isn't doing well, and all their men are back. We're not going to gain any advantage!"
Qian Xunji calmed down at this moment.
He glanced down and saw that more than half of the elite troops brought by the Spirit Hall had been lost, and most of the rest were wounded.
On the Clear Sky Sect's side, although they also suffered losses, they also had the help of Tang Hao and his two companions who had just returned, as well as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, who were eyeing them covetously...
"Retreat!" This time, Qian Xunji did not hesitate at all.
Upon hearing Qian Xun's urgent command, the members of the Spirit Hall underground breathed a sigh of relief and retreated hastily.
But at that moment—
"Are you able to leave?"
Tang Hao's voice rang out, very calm, eerily calm.
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.
When it reappeared, it was already blocking the Spirit Hall's retreat route.
In his hand, the jet-black Haotian Hammer had turned dark red at some point, with blood-red patterns flowing across its surface, as if it were alive.
Five spirit rings—black, black, black, black, and red—slowly rotated beneath his feet.
The Spirit Hall members were shocked upon seeing the bright red spirit ring.
"A 100,000-year soul ring!"
"I never expected Tang Hao to actually obtain a 100,000-year spirit ring!"
Since everyone's attention was focused on the bright red 100,000-year spirit ring, they did not notice the four spirit rings that had disappeared from Tang Hao's body.
Looking at Tang Hao blocking his way, Qian Xunji said coldly:
"Tang Hao, what do you want to do?"
"Do you really intend to fight the Spirit Hall to the death?"
Tang Hao remained silent, his response being the Haotian Hammer he had already swung.
"The Great Sumeru Hammer!"
The moment the hammer was swung, the air was compressed and torn apart, forming a dark red hammer shadow a hundred meters long, like a blood-red crescent moon, slashing towards the Spirit Hall's camp.
"Arrogant!" Demon Bear Douluo roared. He was already short-tempered and had been holding back his anger after being injured by Tang Kun. Now, seeing Tang Hao alone daring to block their retreat, he was furious.
His ninth spirit ring lit up, and his body swelled up, transforming into a giant black bear over ten meters tall. He slammed out his paws, creating a black shockwave that met the hammer shadow head-on.
"Demon Bear, don't take it head-on!" Ghostly voiced a warning, but it was too late.
"Bang--!"
The hammer's shadow clashed with the bear's paw.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then, to everyone's disbelief, the Demon Bear Douluo's enormous bear paw shattered inch by inch, starting from the fingertips.
It wasn't interrupted, it wasn't shaken off, it was truly shattered—bones, flesh, and fur all turned to dust the instant they came into contact with the hammer shadow.
"Ah—!!!" Demon Bear Douluo let out a shrill scream.
The hammer's momentum didn't diminish; it spread upwards along his arm, obliterating everything in its path.
Arms, shoulders, chest...
Demon Bear Douluo wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be pinned to the spot by that destructive force, and he could only watch helplessly as his body disappeared little by little.
"Pope...save..." His last plea for help came to an abrupt end.
Because his head, too, vanished into nothingness amidst the hammer's shadow.
The once-renowned Title Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, has fallen.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned by what they saw.
One hammer blow, just one hammer blow, and he killed a Title Douluo known for his defense and strength?
What terrifying power this is!
Chihiro's pupils contracted in disbelief.
Tang Hao, who had just broken through to the Title Douluo level, was able to kill the level 93 Demon Bear Douluo with a single blow.
It absorbs soul rings and soul bones with a lifespan of 150,000 years.
Coupled with the pain of losing his wife, the extreme grief transformed into extreme murderous intent...
At this moment, Tang Hao's combat power is probably approaching that of a level 95 Super Douluo!
If we add Haotian's secret techniques—the Great Sumeru Hammer and the Exploding Ring—Tang Hao's true strength probably far exceeds that of a level 95 Title Douluo.
"Go!" Qian Xunji disregarded the Pope's dignity and turned to flee.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost also transformed into streaks of light and followed closely behind, while the remaining Spirit Hall Soul Masters fled everywhere, wishing they had two more legs.
Tang Hao did not give chase. He simply stood there, watching the Spirit Hall members flee in disarray, his Clear Sky Hammer slowly lowering in his hand.
Tang Hao lowered his head and looked at the blue-gold seed at the bottom of the pit. The bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded and was replaced by bottomless grief.
He bent down and gently picked up the seed, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.
As dawn broke, a light rain began to fall.
Rain fell on the scorched earth, on the bloodstains, and on the man kneeling by the pit, holding his wife's last belongings.
Tang Xiao, who was in the distance, opened his mouth, but in the end, it only turned into a sigh.
He looked up at the gloomy sky, towards the direction where the Spirit Hall members had disappeared, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
The Haotian Sect will remember this grudge.
In the future, I will repay you a hundredfold.