Chapter 34: Clash of Domains, Dance of Death
Tang Hao would never abandon Tang San.
So, war inevitably erupted once more.
The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Spirit suddenly soared into the air.
Bathed in golden light, it radiated an aura so fearsome it seemed to distort the very air, with ominous red veins faintly coursing across its surface. The oppressive force it exuded was like a storm crashing forward—sharp and suffocating.
"Qin Chuan, I don't care who you are. If you dare threaten my son or his friends, then prepare to face my wrath!"
Tang Hao roared.
With a powerful kick, he launched himself skyward. Grabbing the now-enlarged Clear Sky Hammer mid-air, he hurtled down toward Qin Chuan.
"Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique!"
The explosive shout echoed through Martial Spirit City like thunder.
Boom—
In an instant, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer thirty-six times in succession.
Each strike stacked momentum onto the last, pressure building layer upon layer, thunderous and wild.
And he wasn't done yet.
The strikes continued, and the accumulation surged past forty, then fifty, sixty… until the terrifying momentum peaked at ninety-nine.
With this final, full-powered blow, even a Super Douluo could be slain.
This was the legendary technique of the Clear Sky Sect—the Chaos Cloak Hammer Method.
It was one of Tang Hao's deadliest trump cards, second only to the forbidden ring explosion.
But Qin Chuan had been watching calmly, calculating.
He knew better than to let Tang Hao finish such a terrifying buildup. Without hesitation, he surged forward, brandishing the Holy Spirit Sword.
White flames ignited along the blade. Soul inscriptions shimmered and pulsed with flowing energy, and terrifying power surged as the sword cleaved forward.
Countless sword phantoms burst forth in a blinding flash, filling the sky, blotting out the sun. The pressure was immense—like the sky itself was falling.
This was no ordinary sword strike.
Even the seven Title Douluo who had followed from Spirit Hall paused mid-air, their faces twisting in disbelief.
"It's… the Grand Elder!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yueguan, exchanged a glance with the others, eyes wide.
Though Qin Chuan was the head of the Elders in the Pope's Palace, few had ever seen his true strength in combat. Aside from a brief clash with Yueguan outside the Pope's Palace days ago—where he showed power only on par with a Super Douluo—his might had remained a mystery.
But now…
This sword…
It wasn't something an ordinary Super Douluo could withstand.
"This… is the true Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."
Qin Chuan murmured to himself.
One slash.
Ten thousand phantoms.
One sword, one return.
Boom—
A cascade of phantom sword shadows rained down like a brilliant galaxy crashing from the heavens. The entire sky was filled with light—each shadow sharp enough to cut mountains, all descending toward Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank.
A profound sense of death seized his heart.
He had no choice. He abandoned the full power of his Chaos Cloak Hammer buildup, and unleashed it all in a single, devastating strike.
Boom—
The Clear Sky Hammer, empowered by dozens of layers of momentum, met the descending sword river.
A shockwave thundered across Martial Spirit City.
Buildings trembled, the sky roared, and the land quaked.
A painful roar echoed out.
Tang Hao's hammer shattered thousands of phantom swords, turning the area into a storm of flying lasers and destructive force. But in doing so, his attack also collapsed entirely.
The Chaos Cloak Hammer faded back to its original size, the golden light dimming, only the red veins still pulsing faintly.
Tang Hao had survived.
But barely.
He stood, body trembling, blood staining his lips.
"Let me take Xiao San and leave…"
His voice trembled. "I swear to you—he will never oppose you again. I'll even leave Xiao Wu behind, if that's what it takes…"
The Spirit Hall's seven Titled Douluo had surrounded them. And now that Qin Chuan's strength had been revealed, escape was impossible.
Tang Hao could fight to the death alone—but not with Tang San at his side.
He was desperate.
Begging.
But Qin Chuan only shook his head.
"Impossible. Tang San… must die today."
The wings on Qin Chuan's back flared open. With the Holy Spirit Sword still in hand, he descended, murder in his eyes.
"You really want to fight to the death?"
Tang San asked through clenched teeth, hopelessness creeping into his voice.
"Grand Elder, there's no need to waste time," said Demon Bear Douluo, voice like a muffled drum. "Let's kill this beast Tang Hao together!"
"…Grand Elder?"
Tang Hao froze.
His eyes locked onto Qin Chuan, face twitching in disbelief.
"You're… the Grand Elder of Spirit Hall?"
"I used to be," Qin Chuan replied flatly.
Tang Hao gave a bitter, broken laugh.
"…I see. So you still haven't let go."
He had thought it was Bibi Dong who feared Tang San's twin spirits. But now… it all made sense.
"Then come!" Tang Hao bellowed, blood-red eyes burning.
"The Haotian Sect has never had cowards. We only die in battle!"
"Killing God Domain!"
In an instant—
A scarlet aura of pure, condensed killing intent burst from Tang Hao's body, spreading across the battlefield. It was so thick it felt tangible—warping the air, chilling the soul.
The Killing God Domain!
A terrifying domain skill—one that weakened all opponents within its radius, while boosting the user's strength dramatically.
Qin Chuan and the others would find their powers suppressed. Tang Hao's, however, would rise.
"Be careful! It's the Killing God Domain!" Yueguan shouted.
Above his head, the massive Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Spirit appeared, scattering dazzling petals. Each stamen dropped into the red domain, floating toward Tang Hao to restrain him.
Ghost Douluo vanished instantly, slipping into stealth.
The other Title Douluo summoned their spirits as well, surrounding Tang Hao from all sides.
Qin Chuan remained still.
He had expended most of his power on Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, and needed time to recover. But he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
He knew what Tang Hao was capable of.
After all, his own teacher—Qian Xunji—had nearly died from Tang Hao's terrifying ring explosion.
Even though the Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo had come prepared, Tang Hao was still formidable. But his earlier injuries and exhaustion were catching up. He couldn't keep up with seven opponents—not this time.
He was forced into retreat.
Pushed to the brink.
"Spirit Hall… You've forced me to this!"
Tang Hao roared.
And then—his nine spirit rings began to tremble violently.
An explosive surge of soul power rippled outward like a tidal wave, shaking the battlefield.
Boom—
Qin Chuan's eyes snapped open, cold as ice.
Tang Hao's rings… were going to explode!