Douluo: Simulate Life On Every Ring

Seeing Tang Hao's expression, Qian Xunji was overjoyed, his demeanor growing even more arrogant. This hunt for the 100,000-year-old soul beast had inflicted heavy losses on his Spirit Hall, not only losing two Platinum Cardinals and dozens of Red Cardinals, but also one of his personal guardian Douluo, one dead and one injured. For the sake of Spirit Hall's reputation, he couldn't let Tang Hao escape alive today, no matter what.

The soul bone left behind by the sacrificed 100,000-year-old soul beast, as well as Tang Hao's own, must also be recovered to repair the Spirit Hall's losses from this operation.

Otherwise, the Spirit Hall, and he, its Pope, would become a laughingstock. Meanwhile, Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect would rise to prominence.

This was something Qian Xunji couldn't tolerate.

Thinking of this, Qian Xunji controlled the angel's true body to spin around, then rose into the sky, put his hands together in front of his chest and made a prayer gesture, "Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Glory!"

As the ninth soul ring lit up, Qian Xunji's whole body radiated golden light, followed by a huge golden beam of light blasting towards Tang Hao from a distance.

"It's over."

Seeing this, Lin Hanye shook his head again.

He felt Qian Xunji was being too hasty after all.

Tang Hao was already at the end of his rope. He only needed to be wary of the final blow that would destroy his ninth ring.

Then, using his air superiority, he could launch long-range attacks to wear Tang Hao down.

And now, he was so eager to use his ninth Spirit skill.

While powerful, it wasn't as powerful as the Great Sumeru Hammer that destroyed a hundred-thousand-year Spirit ring. Furthermore, it required a charging time and couldn't be interrupted.

Wasn't that just making Tang Hao a sitting duck?

"Great Sumeru Hammer."

In reality, it was just as Lin Hanye had predicted.

Seeing Qian Xunji unleash his ninth Spirit skill's continuous attacks, Tang Hao suppressed the pain.

With a roar, the only remaining scarlet aura around him exploded, and the Clear Sky Hammer instantly exploded a hundred meters away, blasting towards Qian Xunji's beam.

"It's time," Lin Hanye thought, silently interfering with Qian Xunji's mind.

Qian Xunji's mind drifted off, causing his Angelic Glory, a sustained damage ability, to be interrupted briefly.

Originally, even if defeated by Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer, which had blasted away the ninth ring of the hundred-thousand-year-old Sword, Qian Xunji's Angelic Glory would have been able to protect him from death. He would have suffered at most serious injury.

But this brief interruption significantly reduced the Angelic Glory's power.

After a brief contact with the Great Sumeru Hammer, it collapsed on impact.

A golden mushroom cloud of energy slowly rose.

The mushroom cloud's energy exploded.

Qian Xunji screamed in agony, and he, along with his angelic form, was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

After smashing through several small peaks, he finally landed in the open space in front of the wooden house. The Nine-Curved Golden Crown fell, and he struggled on the ground for a few seconds before finally raising his head to see Tang Hao swinging the hammer towards him.

Feeling his consciousness gradually fade, Qian Xunji's face was filled with disbelief and resentment, as if he couldn't believe he was about to die. He was the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a descendant of the Angel God. He hadn't yet completed the great task of unifying the continent, and he still had a long way to go.

And all of this was ruined by the man before him, Tang Hao.

"The Spirit Hall will not let you go."

Feeling the life force draining from his body, Qian Xunji's vision gradually blurred, but he still stared at Tang Hao intently. After finally shouting with all his might, he was completely dead.

The former Pope of the Spirit Hall had died in such humiliation, dying before Tang Hao.

Tang Hao: "..."

Qian Xunji's death was something Tang Hao had not expected.

He had originally intended to say, "Everyone takes responsibility for their own actions. If you seek revenge, feel free to come to me anytime," just to show off.

But based on the strength Qian Xunji had previously demonstrated, even if he could defeat him, he would at most inflict severe injuries.

He wouldn't kill him.

But perhaps he had overestimated Qian Xunji's strength, or perhaps his rage had blinded him.

Qian Xunji died just like that.

Died right before his eyes, at Tang Hao's hands.

Qian Xunji's pupils completely shrank, his body utterly devoid of any trace of soul energy, a lifeless state.

Tang Hao still couldn't believe Qian Xunji was dead.

How could he die?

How could he dare die?

What would become of the Clear Sky Sect if he died?

It was easy to imagine the horrific retaliation the Spirit Hall would face upon learning of Qian Xunji's death.

The Spirit Hall's High Priest, the 99th-level Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu, who had been residing in the Elder Hall, would reappear. The Spirit Master Guild, long discontent with the Clear Sky Sect and eager to eliminate it, would seize the opportunity to attack them. Like hungry wolves, they would descend upon the Clear Sky Sect, annihilating it.

Given the Clear Sky Sect's current situation, it was undoubtedly unable to withstand the Spirit Hall's wrath.

The thought filled Tang Hao with dread.

Meanwhile, after several days of recovery, Silver Chui, now able to move again, approached in terror, accompanied by several surviving cardinals.

Each of them was gravely wounded.

Seeing their own Pope, who had previously been so brave and had nearly cornered Tang Hao, slain by Tang Hao,

they were all horrified and afraid. They

dared not approach,

fearing Tang Hao would silence them.

A moment later, Silver Chui, still acting as the Pope's personal guardian, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to pick up Qian Xunji's body.

He knew that if he brought the body back, he would, with the generosity shown by the High Priest to the Spirit Hall elders, not only avoid punishment but at least his life.

Abandoning the body would be tantamount to deserting the battlefield, abandoning the Pope to face the enemy alone.

In that case, no matter what, they would all be doomed.

Carrying Qian Xunji's body, Silver Chui ascended high into the air, and the surviving cardinals, each riding a flying spirit guide, followed beside him.

"Truly Tang Hao! Not only did you kill Jin Zhong, you even killed His Holiness the Pope. My Spirit Hall will not let you go. Everyone in the Clear Sky Sect will be buried with you."

Fearing Tang Hao would murder and silence him, Silver Chui dared not linger for long. Carrying Qian Xunji's corpse, he wished his parents had more legs. He didn't even bother to bury Jin Zhong's headless body, as it lacked a soul bone anyway. He sped towards Spirit City.

Tang Hao, recovering from his remorse, considered killing and silencing the witness, but the backlash from the ring explosion, combined with the injuries Qian Xunji had previously inflicted, left him powerless to pursue. His

internal injuries erupted, and he collapsed to his knees,

his face pained. In another world, Tang San had just completed his possession and was still largely unconscious, only instinctively smiling at Tang Hao.

Only a weak wolf's howl pulled Tang Hao out of his vortex of pain.

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