Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

Chapter 198: “So this is Father’s power…”



"Must end this quickly, or…"

Tang Hao knew the use of his Ring Explosion technique had exacerbated his old injuries. He was holding on purely by sheer will and overwhelming strength.

To end the battle swiftly, he needed even greater power. Without any hesitation, Tang Hao detonated his fifth and sixth spirit rings—both ten-thousand-year rings.

The resulting energy surge pushed his aura to a peak, but it also caused Du Bafang's expression to grow serious.

The Clear Sky Clan's secret techniques lived up to their fearsome reputation. Even without fully understanding them, their power was undeniable.

But Du Bafang was no ordinary opponent; he had his countermeasures ready.

"Die!"

As the enormous Clear Sky Hammer descended, Du Bafang's right arm began to glow. The entire training field seemed to warp as an immense, earthen-yellow energy converged on his arm.

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone Skill: Titan Sky Cannon!"

This was the ability of the right arm spirit bone dropped by the Titan Giant Ape, bestowed upon Du Bafang by Zhongli.

A ten-thousand-year spirit bone often carried two innate abilities from the spirit beast it originated from.

Unlike spirit rings, which adapted their abilities to complement the spirit master's martial spirit, spirit bones preserved the raw power of the beast's original skills.

The value of Hundred-thousand-year spirit rings and bones lay not only in their age or dual abilities but also in their unparalleled efficiency—requiring less spirit power to activate while delivering devastating results.

Tang Hao's face contorted in shock.

Du Bafang had unleashed a Hundred-thousand-year spirit bone ability!

There was no turning back now. Even if Tang Hao detonated his eighth spirit ring, it was too late to match the incoming attack.

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and braced for a direct clash.

If not for his injuries, mere Du Bafang—silver-level awakening or not—wouldn't have been a concern!

"Boom!"

The collision was earth-shattering, as if ancient stars had fallen and primordial beasts roared—though, of course, such imagery was mere illusion. This was the Douluo Continent, after all here a divine artifact can't break a Imperial capital city wall.

The impact shattered and sank the ground within a hundred-meter radius, leaving the battlefield scarred and broken—a testament to the terrifying power of two Titled Douluo in battle.

On the rooftop, Zhongli sipped his wine, murmuring to himself, "I'm not sure if I should say something…"

Tang San, who had retreated to the edge of the field, struggled to maintain his footing against the shockwaves.

"So this is Father's power…"

Before he could finish, his father, Tang Hao, was sent flying like a ragdoll, blood spraying from his mouth.

"0.o"

What? How was this possible?!

The towering silver giant, hands clasped behind his back, spoke with a tone of calm authority.

"Tang Hao, as a Rank 95 Titled Douluo, you are indeed among the strongest of your peers.

"I, Du Bafang, acknowledge your strength."

His words carried respect for Tang Hao's martial prowess but none for the man himself.

The spectators were stunned.

Du Bafang, a Rank 94 Titled Douluo, dared to "acknowledge" the strength of someone at Rank 95?

This flipped the natural order on its head!

"If you weren't injured, perhaps we'd be evenly matched. But in your current broken state, how long can you last?"

Du Bafang's lips curled into a faint smirk as a flicker of disdain glinted in his eyes.

From the first strike, he'd sensed Tang Hao's weakness—his qi and blood were unsteady, his vitality waning.

After a few exchanges, it became clear: Tang Hao was fighting in a severely wounded state.

Upon hearing these words, everyone instinctively glanced at Tang Hao, especially those hidden in the shadows.

A severely injured body?

This might be an opportunity.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance. They had already taken an interest in Tang San's Zhuge Divine Crossbow. If they could kill Tang Hao, Tang San would lose his backing, making him an easy target.

"Fengzhi?" Gu Rong's eyes flickered with killing intent. If he teamed up with Du Bafang and received Ning Fengzhi's support, they could definitely kill Tang Hao on the spot.

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment and shook his head, saying, "The Upper Three Sects share a common bond. If we openly act against Tang Hao in front of everyone, the consequences will be unimaginable."

If there was an opportunity to kill Tang Hao, Ning Fengzhi would be more than willing.

However, he had to consider the fallout from killing Tang Hao.

If there were no outsiders present, he wouldn't hesitate to help. After all, what's the big deal?

But killing a Titled Douluo wasn't an easy feat, especially Tang Hao!

One must remember that even when he was pursued by Qian Daoliu, Tang Hao still managed to survive.

As for the so-called shared bond among the Upper Three Sects, it was merely lip service for outsiders.

If they truly shared a bond, why hadn't they merged into a single sect under one banner?

Merging would eliminate internal divisions, forming a true united front.

Hearing this, Tang Hao, who had steadied himself, fell silent. He was indeed severely injured. If not for his wounds, a mere Rank 94 Du Bafang wouldn't even be worth his attention.

Now that Du Bafang had revealed his injuries, the aftermath would likely bring endless troubles, especially renewed hunts by the Spirit Hall.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao's eyes turned blood-red.

Du Bafang must die, and then I'll escape with Tang San!

This would also serve as a deterrent to others.

Merely killing Tai Tan... Honestly, it didn't have the intended effect of intimidation. Instead, it had led to criticism.

People accused him of killing the "harmless" Tai Tan.

But Tang Hao didn't regret it. When bitten by a dog in such a situation, would he still be Tang Hao if he didn't fight back?

"Du Bafang, you're truly formidable. I must admit, your strength is impressive. It's evident that the Lord Martial God has nurtured you exceptionally well."

"In that regard, Tang Hao is genuinely convinced!"

Indeed, to cultivate someone as strong as Du Bafang in such a short time was a feat Tang Hao had to respect.

"But let me clarify—I, Tang Hao, am not in awe of you. My respect is for the Lord Martial God!"

"This feud is unavoidable, and I have no choice but to act. But you, Du Bafang, have slandered me again and again—"

"No, Tang Hao, you're mistaken!"

"The Sect Leader not only nurtured me well but also uplifted the entire Body Sect to unparalleled heights."

"..."

Tang Hao's words weren't intended for Du Bafang but for Zhongli, the Lord Martial God, who was observing from the shadows.

By saying this, he hoped to show respect to Zhongli, making it clear that his actions against Du Bafang were compelled by circumstances and not a slight against the Martial God Lord.

Call it cowardice or pragmatic survival—this was the way of the cultivation world.

"Du Bafang, oh, what a Du Bafang!"

"Your words are truly impeccable!"

Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and once again raised his Clear Sky Hammer. At that moment, his eighth and ninth spirit rings shattered simultaneously.

The hundred-thousand-year spirit rings—his final trump card. If this attack couldn't kill Du Bafang...

Impossible. Even with his hundred-thousand-year spirit rings and spirit bones, Du Bafang couldn't withstand this blow.

As the spirit rings shattered, the black and crimson energies merged into Tang Hao's body, pushing his aura to an unprecedented peak.

As for why he didn't shatter his seventh spirit ring—it was because it was tied to his Martial Spirit Avatar.


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