Chapter 262: Tang Hao Detonates Rings to Escape, There’s Still Another Master?!

With the closing of the speaker, the voice of that woman stopped. The surging power in Tang Hao’s body quickly returned to its original level. The old face of Tang Hao, who had previously considered himself capable of anything under the sun, became incomparably ugly. What was the reason for this? Tang Hao didn’t know, didn’t understand, and had no time to think about it. Facing six Titled Douluo who were not holding back, Tang Hao silently swallowed his saliva, his heart filled with retreat. But the hammer had already been thrown. There was no possibility of changing the move. "Then come on!" Tang Hao gritted his teeth, and his soul power poured out as he continued to smash down. Rumble— Tang Hao’s strength was indeed not to be underestimated. With one hammer strike, Bibi Dong and the other six were smashed to the ground. It was just that Tang Hao was even more uncomfortable. He spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky, the tiger’s maw of his hand trembling non-stop, and he was sent flying backward like a broken sack, smashing the ground into smithereens. His originally heavily injured body was now having frost added to snow. Tang San, with only one leg left, was dumbfounded. That’s it? My own father acted so bravely, but as a result, after one move, the others are unharmed, while you are covered in injuries. Bibi Dong and the people beside her looked at each other, a sharp light bursting from their eyes. Although they didn’t know what had happened, Tang Hao, whose aura had just surpassed that of the Second Worship, the Golden Crocodile Douluo, had suddenly weakened and was even injured by their joint efforts. But today was undoubtedly the best opportunity to keep Tang Hao here. Capturing Tang Hao would undoubtedly further expand the prestige of Spirit Hall. Shen An’s gaze was deep. Having just used nine soul power experience packs in a row, his soul power had now reached level fifty-five. Plus what was left before, he currently still had twenty-three soul power experience packs, enough for him to burst out with his full strength twenty or thirty consecutive times and push his level to sixty. Perhaps, even if I can’t keep Tang Hao here today, I can still make him take a big fall, Shen An thought silently. Shen An’s killing intent towards Tang Hao was no less than that of Spirit Hall. Silently, he downed a strength and speed potion. His five great soul skills were activated one after another. The Sword Domain was even shortened by him to a distance of less than one meter. He was silently gathering power. At this moment, all eyes on the field were focused on Tang Hao. Naturally, no one would notice these things. Bibi Dong’s group of six, a total of fifty-four brilliant soul rings, were displaying their power. The pressure of the six great Titled Douluo once again pressed towards Tang Hao. Under this aura, the others in the plaza were actually unable to move at all. Tang Hao’s heart was bitter. The blow just now had really injured him badly. Let alone him being heavily injured, even in his peak state, it was not certain he could have blocked it. It seemed he could no longer worry about his injuries. Only by using that one move would he have a chance to escape. A trace of determination flashed in Tang Hao’s dim old eyes. The huge Clear Sky Hammer returned to his hand. He then soared into the air, and a huge red humanoid silhouette appeared behind him! "Ahhh—" "Spirit Hall! What a good Spirit Hall! Take another move from me!" "Great Sumeru Hammer—Explode for me!!!" Tang Hao roared at the sky. His surging soul power once again began to circulate like the sea. His first three soul rings exploded one after another, turning into pure and violent energy that poured into his body. This was the most domineering secret art of the Clear Sky Sect, and at the same time, a desperate secret art, obtaining powerful strength by detonating one’s soul rings. And the reason it was called a desperate secret art was because if the process of detonating the soul rings was not controlled well, the user could very well die on the spot. Being forced to use this move also showed that Tang Hao had no way out. "Tang Hao, you dare!" Bibi Dong was furious. She, along with the other five Titled Douluo, struck out together to resist. The ninth soul ring on her body suddenly shone brightly. This Tang Hao was actually aiming for the Pontiff’s Hall. If the Pontiff’s Hall was destroyed, her pontifical career would be stained with a huge blemish. Even her words in Spirit Hall would be weakened. As a career-minded woman, she absolutely could not let such a thing happen. "Boom—" In an instant, the air in the entire Spirit Hall was distorted. In a violent roar that could not be described with words, a thunderous sound like heavenly punishment made the entire Spirit Hall tremble violently. The minds of soul masters below level ninety went blank. Even Dugu Bo was extremely shocked, and for a moment, he actually didn’t dare to move. With one exception, and that was Shen An. Shen An’s eyes were azure-green, and he saw clearly. Tang Hao’s power was indeed peerless. With the might of detonating his rings, the Clear Sky Hammer, as large as a mountain at this moment, was in a stalemate with Bibi Dong’s group of six. Not enough! Still not enough!!! Tang Hao’s eyes were scarlet red. The Clear Sky Hammer actually showed a faint trend of being unable to hold. "Continue to explode for me!!!" Rumble, the fourth soul ring suddenly shattered, and an even stronger power poured into the Clear Sky Hammer. A cold light flashed in Shen An’s eyes. Now is the moment! He had already been continuously gathering power for more than twenty times. At this moment, the sword qi in the Sword Domain had already been compressed to the extreme. "Sword Style - Cloud Severing!" "Sword Style - Soaring to the Heavens!" Shen An leaped up, carrying the ten-thousand-zhang sharpness of the Nine Leaf Sword Grass as he slashed towards Tang Hao. A full twenty-three bursts of soul power were condensed into this one heart-pounding sword strike. Tang Hao, who was in a stalemate with Bibi Dong’s group, looked like a fierce god, his dim old eyes full of disdain. Bibi Dong and the others are Titled Douluo, but what do you, Shen An, count for? A mere Soul King. His, Tang Hao’s, soul power now covered his entire body. Let alone a Soul King, even if a Soul Douluo came, they might not necessarily be able to harm him! Not to mention anything else, the pressure of them, seven Titled Douluo, is not something a little Soul King like you can withstand. But as the longsword, which didn’t look like a vicious weapon but rather a work of art, got closer and closer to his neck... Tang Hao’s heart began to beat violently. He smelled the aura of danger. Danger! Extreme danger!!! Tang Hao was a veteran of a hundred battles. His instinctive reaction to danger made him want to flee, but at this time he was in the middle of a battle with Bibi Dong’s group. How could it be as he wished? The Nine Leaf Sword Grass was now only a very close distance from Tang Hao’s neck. At this time, Tang Hao had nowhere to avoid, and nowhere to retreat. At this critical moment, Tang Hao detonated another ring. This time, it was the fifth soul ring, a ten-thousand-year soul ring. The terror of its power was indescribable. Bibi Dong’s group of a few were blasted to the ground by this one punch. A cold smile was on Shen An’s lips. Too late! Swish! The next moment, red flesh blossomed, and blood bloomed. A thick arm fell down. "Ahhh!" Pain and humiliation made him roar as if he had gone mad. The esteemed Clear Sky Douluo was actually cut off an arm by a Soul King. What a great humiliation this was. Shen An saw his eyes, which contained endless killing intent, but only smiled with disdain. He didn’t believe that under his own terrible situation, and with external enemies watching, Tang Hao would still dare to stay here. As expected, Tang Hao used his only remaining left hand to grab Tang San, and his figure disappeared in a flicker. He didn’t even leave behind a single harsh word. When Bibi Dong landed, a flush appeared on her face. Behind her, besides the Chrysanthemum and Ghost duo, there were three more people in great red long robes. Tang Hao had already run away. He had seized the initiative. To go after him now would be of no use. The six from Bibi Dong’s group all turned to look at Shen An. The combat power Shen An had displayed just now was too ridiculous. He could actually interfere in a battle of their level, and even more so, had found the right time to heavily injure Tang Hao. What was more fatal was that Shen An was merely a Soul King. Such talent, such combat power... if they didn’t kill Shen An, if they let him have a chance to grow from now on, Bibi Dong would not be able to sleep or eat in peace. Without any hesitation, the scepter in her hand shook. Bibi Dong, as the Pontiff, actually didn’t hesitate to make a move personally. Clang! A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard. An ancient longsword blocked Bibi Dong’s path. The visitor was precisely Sword Dao, Chen Xin. Bibi Dong was both shocked and angry. Only then did she discover that the three Titled Douluo who had been besieging Chen Xin were all injured. "Chen Xin, does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really want to make an enemy of my Spirit Hall?!" Bibi Dong’s eyes held a deep wariness. Chen Xin, without the enhancement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was already so strong. If Ning Fengzhi were to interfere again, wouldn’t there be a real chance to take Shen An away? To be honest, she didn’t really want to start a war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect right now. Admittedly, with Spirit Hall’s strength, they were not afraid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the slightest. But Bibi Dong wanted to wait until her preparations were complete before wiping out all the forces that hindered Spirit Hall, to avoid the danger of alerting the enemy by striking the grass and startling the snake. Ning Fengzhi held up his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, his voice like a spring breeze. "Your Majesty the Pontiff, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has absolutely no intention of making an enemy of Spirit Hall. It’s just that our connection with Shen An is really too deep." "My little daughter, Ning Rongrong, has even more so given her heart to Shen An. The two of them have long since been privately engaged for life. I really have no choice but to interfere. I ask Your Majesty the Pontiff to be lenient." "That’s right, that’s right! I’ve been privately engaged to Shen An for a long time! Shen An is a person of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Your Majesty the Pontiff, you can’t just let our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect abandon our own disciple, can you?" Ning Rongrong, not caring about her shyness, immediately said. She understood that her father was just looking for a legitimate reason to interfere. At the side, Zhu Zhuqing also instantly guessed the intentions of this father and daughter duo, but she still couldn’t help but have her breath catch. At this time, Tom and Jerry also came over to Shen An’s side, with an appearance of living and dying with Shen An, although they couldn’t die. The porcelain-doll-like Na’er also came over with small steps, holding the Silver Dragon Spear that was much taller than her. Dugu Bo also silently stood by Shen An’s side. The trio from Meng Shenji’s group were also not vague, shouting about the million-strong Heaven Dou army as they ran over. At this moment, the situation was clearly polarized. Bibi Dong sneered repeatedly. She naturally didn’t believe Ning Fengzhi’s nonsense, but she had no way to refute it. The scene suddenly fell silent. Everyone was waiting for the next decision from this Pontiff, Bibi Dong. Whether it was war or peace, at this moment, it was all in a single thought from Bibi Dong. Time flowed slowly. Three breaths, five breaths, seven breaths... Bibi Dong’s lips parted lightly. "This Empress does not permit it! Today, everyone can leave, except for Shen An!" At this moment, Bibi Dong’s killing intent was monstrous. She had given Shen An a chance, but he had not agreed. What’s more, after witnessing the sword strike that had cut off Tang Hao’s arm, it was even more impossible for Bibi Dong to let Shen An go. Even though Tang Hao’s energy at that time was focused on confronting them, he was not someone an ordinary soul master could injure, let alone cut off an arm. Not to mention anything else, if you had let Dugu Bo come, at most Tang Hao’s arm bone would have cracked. Facing such a peerless prodigy that had not been seen in ten thousand years, even someone as proud as Bibi Dong had no confidence in controlling him. So, Shen An must die! Chen Xin immediately stood his sword before him. His personality was the most unyielding. So what if the other side had nine Titled Douluo? At worst, they would have a match. Dugu Bo would block one. The three Soul Douluo would block another one. With Ning Fengzhi’s assistance, plus his current level ninety-seven soul power and his divine sword techniques, what was the harm in fighting one against seven! As long as a Limit Douluo didn’t appear, then he, Chen Xin, could be called the strongest on this continent. At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had a huge headache. He had just wanted to scare Bibi Dong, but he never expected that Bibi Dong’s killing intent towards Shen An was so strong that she would directly confront him. He, Ning Fengzhi, was naturally not a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death. But the problem was, the lives of the countless disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were in his hands. Sometimes, when a person is in a high position, they are not their own master. His every word and action no longer represented just himself. What’s more, if he made a move today, could he really fight his way out of Spirit Hall? If he let Chen Xin take one or two people away, he had no doubt. But Shen An, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others were all here. "Uncle Ning, today’s matter has nothing to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I will bear it all myself," Shen An, seeing Ning Fengzhi’s difficulty, immediately came forward and said. How could he make a plan for the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to risk their lives with him? "Uncle Ning, please take Rongrong and Zhuqing and leave. I have my own way of getting out." Shen An turned to face the members of Spirit Hall and said suddenly. "Shen An, don’t be afraid! My Heaven Dou Empire’s million-strong army is not to be trifled with! Bibi Dong, you should think clearly, does Spirit Hall really want to start a war!" Meng Shenji forcibly emboldened himself and came forward to say. Bibi Dong said with disdain, "I really don’t believe you Heaven Dou would send a million troops for a single soul master." Behind her, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the others also let out a sneer at the right time. Others might not know, but how could they not? The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire was their Spirit Hall’s Young Master. Although Qian Renxue clearly had a strong good impression of Shen An, they believed that in the face of great right and wrong, Qian Renxue would definitely make the correct decision. Bibi Dong also lost her patience. Her entire aura tightly locked onto Chen Xin. Compared to the burdened Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin was the unstable factor. At the same time, she threw a look at the few people beside her. Receiving Bibi Dong’s instruction, Demonic Bear and the others all attacked Shen An. Chen Xin was just preparing to make a move, but he found that he had already been locked by Bibi Dong. He naturally wouldn’t be unable to move like Dugu Bo. But once he made a move to aid Shen An, he himself would be strongly attacked by Bibi Dong. In this way, all of them today would probably have to leave their lives here. Shen An also sighed lightly in his heart. Time waits for no man. If he were given time, for him to have a chance to break through to Soul Emperor, then the current crisis would no longer be a crisis. Paired with numerous magical props, at least breaking out would be no question. But how could there be so many "ifs" in this world? Shen An’s gaze was fearless, his mind set. The attacks of the eight Titled Douluo arrived suddenly. Everyone couldn’t bear to look directly, only feeling that Shen An was in imminent danger. Only Yu Xiaogang, who had woken up at some point, had his eyes full of excitement. Thinking it was a dream, he even pinched his own face, and as a result, let out another miserable cry of pain. But the next moment, there was a loud roar. A brilliant golden light suddenly arrived, firmly protecting Shen An. The attacks of the eight Titled Douluo actually could not shake it in the slightest. In the golden light, Shen An, who was holding up the cat, was stunned. There’s still another master??!