Chapter 95 Tang Hao's Tragic Death! Qian Daobai, the Invincible Sword Immortal!
The domineering and unparalleled sword energy of the Demon-Slaying Sword was raging wildly within Tang Hao's body, churning his internal organs and bringing waves of excruciating pain.
"..."
Tang Hao struggled to stand up, but a piercing pain shot through his right leg.
He looked down and saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on his calf, the white bone clearly visible.
That was the injury caused by the sword energy piercing through Haotian Zhenren's back, its momentum still strong.
The injuries were several times more serious than he had imagined.
Tang Hao raised his head and stared intently at the calm and collected figure not far away with a look full of resentment and incomprehension.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse and filled with hatred.
"Kid, you're asking for it."
Qian Daobai landed slowly, his Demon-Slaying Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, its golden light subdued.
He looked at Tang Hao, who was lying on the ground like a defeated dog, with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.
This indifference made Tang Hao feel more humiliated and angry than any mockery.
He roared and, with all his might, slammed the already cracked Haotian Hammer into the ground. He then braced himself against the handle and stood up unsteadily.
A surge of immense soul power erupted from his body once more, covering the Clear Sky Hammer and causing the cracked hammer to regain a faint glow.
The eight spirit rings behind him began to flutter once more.
This time, however, the light of the spirit ring appeared extremely unstable.
Tang Hao's eyes had turned bloodshot, filled with madness and determination.
He knew he had no way out.
"fry!"
A word filled with violence was squeezed out from deep in Tang Hao's throat.
The moment the words fell.
The three ten-thousand-year soul rings on his body, ranked fifth, sixth, and seventh, suddenly shone with an unprecedented light!
The next moment, the three black spirit rings simultaneously let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden, and then exploded with a bang!
Ring explosion!
This is the most domineering and also the most tragic secret technique of the Haotian Sect!
Sacrificing a spirit ring in exchange for a momentary, limitless power!
The energy generated when three ten-thousand-year soul rings detonate simultaneously is terrifying!
"Boom—!"
A devastating energy storm swept outwards from Tang Hao in all directions!
The hard granite ground, under the impact of this force, was easily torn apart and shattered like paper, leaving behind bottomless pits.
The entire backyard of the Qian family mansion trembled violently under this force, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Bathed in this violent energy, Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.
With his last ounce of strength, he gripped the handle of the Haotian Hammer with both hands and delivered the final blow of his life to Qian Daobai!
This hammer blow contained his level 97 soul power, the energy from the self-destruction of his three ten-thousand-year soul rings, and all the resentment and anger he had felt in this life!
Faced with this terrifying blow that could level a city, a change finally appeared on Qian Daobai's face.
It wasn't solemnity, nor was it fear.
Instead, there was a hint of... impatience.
He raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.
There are no complicated moves; it's simply about raising it in front of you.
A powerful golden sword aura burst forth from the sword, transforming into a towering golden barrier.
The devastating energy storm crashed against the golden barrier, yet it failed to even cause a ripple.
All the explosive force and shockwaves were completely swallowed up and dissolved the moment they came into contact with the golden barrier, without leaking out even a trace.
At the eye of the storm, Tang Hao, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, had already charged towards Qian Daobai.
Qian Daobai merely raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Then, he brandished the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The golden sword, with its unparalleled sharpness, effortlessly pierced the descending Haotian Hammer.
"puff."
A soft sound.
Like a sharp blade piercing rotten flesh.
The Clear Sky Hammer, which embodied Tang Hao's life's strength, was utterly vulnerable before the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The sword tip easily pierced the hammer's surface and emerged from the other end.
All of Tang Hao's power came to an abrupt halt at this moment.
He remained frozen in place, still in the swinging hammer posture.
His proud Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, his domineering and unparalleled Haotian True Body, his desperate Ring-Exploding Secret Technique...
All his trump cards and all his pride seemed like a joke in front of this man.
Qian Renxue, watching from afar as Qian Daobai so easily deflected Tang Hao's desperate attack, clenched her fists in excitement.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder.
"I knew it! Master could defeat him!"
The center of the battlefield.
Tang Hao looked down at his pierced martial soul. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deathly desolation.
"impossible..."
His voice was extremely dry.
"You actually... blocked the explosive force of three ten-thousand-year spirit rings..."
The power within him had been completely exhausted.
The backlash from the exploding ring, along with the wounds he had sustained, erupted simultaneously, making it incredibly difficult for him to even stand.
Qian Daobai slowly drew the Demon-Slaying Sword, its golden tip pointing towards Tang Hao's brow.
"Prepare to die."
The voice was flat and devoid of emotion, as if declaring a predetermined fact.
Tang Hao raised his head, looking at the golden longsword pointing at him, feeling the aura emanating from the sword that made his soul tremble.
He refused.
He was unwilling to accept it.
He couldn't understand how such a powerful person could exist in this world.
But he was powerless to resist.
Qian Daobai gave him no further chances.
He flicked his wrist.
The Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly piercing Tang Hao's heart.
"puff!"
The sword's edge pierced through her body.
Tang Hao's expression froze instantly.
He lowered his head, looking at the ever-expanding bloody hole in his chest. His lips were wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Life, like a tide, receded from his body.
Soon, he stopped breathing.
Only those eyes, filled with resentment and bitterness, remained, staring intently at Qian Daobai, as if trying to etch his image into the depths of her soul.
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After killing Tang Hao, Qian Daobai returned to the Crown Prince's residence with Qian Renxue.
The servants in the mansion had already cleaned up the battlefield, as if nothing had happened.
The restaurant was brightly lit.
A long dining table was filled with all sorts of exquisite dishes, each one a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, clearly the result of careful preparation.
Qian Daobai sat in the main seat, looking at the sumptuous food in front of him, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
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