Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—who knew it could be used like this?

Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never imagined this was possible.

Tang Hao not only detonated his hundred-year, thousand-year, and ten-thousand-year spirit rings, but he even sacrificed his hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!

Wait a second.

Detonating spirit rings grants immense power, and everyone has already witnessed this.

But after detonating a spirit ring, can it be restored? If not, doesn't that make even a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring just a one-time use?

At this moment, Tang Hao's aura was undeniably terrifying.

Even someone like Du Bafang frowned deeply, his eyes filled with astonishment.

If Tang Hao hadn't been injured, and he detonated all nine of his rings, would the temporary surge in power allow his strength to reach such a level?

That would be something Du Bafang couldn't possibly contend with—not unless he reached the realm of a Super Douluo and achieved a golden second awakening!

The absence of a few spirit rings didn't affect Tang Hao significantly because the earlier rings had lower years of cultivation and contained less energy.

"The name of Clear Sky is not one of empty fame!"

Tang Hao was no longer angry at this moment. Success or failure would be decided in this move, and anger didn't matter anymore.

He was determined to prove himself to the world. Even though he was gravely injured and betrayed by those he trusted, he was still the mighty Haotian Douluo!

Du Bafang's expression grew solemn. The green bricks beneath him were already shattered, and his body had sunk three inches into the ground.

The ferocious battle energy burned within him, and his fighting spirit reached its peak.

He wasn't sure he could withstand this strike!

"I bear the weight of faith and honor—how could I falter now?"

Muttering to himself, Du Bafang made up his mind.

He was going all in. As long as he wasn't instantly killed, with his undying body, he wouldn't die!

"I will not fall here! Behind me stand my sect master and disciples. My faith is unshakable."

"Tang Hao, come at me!"

At that moment, the ninth spirit ring on Du Bafang's body—the sole red hundred-thousand-year ring—lit up.

This wasn't just his undying body; this spirit ring also contained a powerful ability.

Seeing this, Tang Hao's fighting spirit also soared to its peak as he swung the Clear Sky Hammer at Du Bafang.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Meanwhile, Zhong Li, sitting on a rooftop and sipping wine, seemed to sense something. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"So, this is how he won back then?"

That power didn't belong to Tang Hao at all. It came from someone else—or rather, from a god.

A level-95 Qian Xunji, two elders of the Spirit Hall, and numerous other Spirit Hall elites—

How could they lose to Tang Hao, who had just reached the Titled Douluo level?

Detonating spirit rings was powerful, but Tang Hao had just broken through to Titled Douluo. He was facing Qian Xunji, who possessed the Six-Winged Angel spirit!

If this technique was truly invincible, then Tang Chen wouldn't have been merely "unmatched on land"—the phrase "on land" could have been omitted entirely.

With a wave of his right hand, Zhong Li sent an amber-colored light streaking through the night, arriving beside Du Bafang.

At the same time, Tang Hao's and Du Bafang's attacks collided.

The blood-red "energy" hidden within the Clear Sky Hammer momentarily halted upon striking the amber-colored shield.

The next moment, even more blood-red energy surged forth. It grew more violent, as if it was desperate to shred the shield apart...

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was over in a flash.

As the dust settled, Du Bafang stood at the center of the shield, looking utterly bewildered.

That overwhelmingly powerful attack hadn't harmed him in the slightest!

Tang Hao, gripping his hammer, appeared equally stunned.

"Huh?"

"An amber-colored shield?"

The onlookers instinctively murmured in unison.

A shield of this color and strength—there was only one person on the entire Douluo Continent capable of producing it, wasn't there?

At that moment, the shield shattered into countless glowing fragments, resembling fireflies scattered into the air.

"Lord Martial God?"

For a fleeting moment, the crowd thought they saw the source of the amber glow. Instinctively, they turned in that direction.

Under the moonlight, they could not make out a clear figure but vaguely glimpsed a towering silhouette. The figure halted, tilted its head slightly, and glanced back.

Those eyes shimmered like the sun itself…

In the next instant, the figure vanished without a trace.

The crowd rubbed their eyes and looked again, only to find that the mysterious figure was indeed gone.

Tang Hao collapsed onto the ground, gazing bitterly in the direction where Zhongli had disappeared.

Even after he had been reduced to such a pitiful state, that person still chose to intervene.

At this moment, Du Bafang glanced at Tang Hao and said indifferently, "Tang Hao, this strike… you won."

Without that shield, even if he didn't die, he would have been gravely injured.

Since the skill was unleashed by the sect master, there must have been a reason for it. Most likely, it was because the sect master believed he, Du Bafang, couldn't withstand the blow.

What they didn't realize was that if not for the blood-red energy, Zhongli would never have acted.

Under normal circumstances, even if Tang Hao's attack was beyond Du Bafang's ability to endure, it wouldn't have been fatal—at worst, it would have left him severely injured.

But in Tang Hao's "enhanced" state, Du Bafang would have had no chance of survival. Taking that hit head-on would have meant certain death.

Suddenly, Tang Hao seemed to summon a final burst of strength, surging forward at full speed toward Tang San.

Tang San, his face full of confusion, was abruptly grabbed by Tang Hao. The two disappeared instantly.

Du Bafang froze for a moment. Just as he was about to give chase, he stopped himself.

His objective wasn't to kill Tang Hao or Tang San—it was simply to protect the three academy deans.

"This battle has been quite fruitful," Du Bafang muttered. "Farewell."

Without lingering further, Du Bafang vanished as well.

The others stared blankly at the devastated Shrek Academy grounds…

Wait. Something seemed off.

What did the state of Shrek Academy have to do with them, the so-called "invaders"?

At this realization, their tension finally eased.

On the other hand, Flender and the others were filled with despair. They had worked so hard to build Shrek Academy into what it was, only to see it nearly reduced to ruins.

"Chief, should we finish them off?"

The voice that rang out made everyone turn their attention to Flender and his group.

Having already caused such destruction, it wouldn't be a stretch to bury Shrek Academy entirely.

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others twitched at the corners of their eyes, helplessly resigned.

The Titled Douluo battle had ended, but their prior grievances remained unresolved!

Meng Shenji stroked his beard, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes. If not for the Body Douluo saving his life, he would already have perished under the Clear Sky Hammer.

Just as he was about to speak, a figure emerged from the shadows. His expression was neutral, though a flash of anger briefly flickered in his eyes before being quickly suppressed.

Now wasn't the time to turn on these people.

"Everyone," the man said, "the main perpetrator has been dealt with. May I, Yu Luomian, request that we end this matter here?"

Seeing the newcomer, the crowd froze momentarily. They hadn't expected this person to step forward after all.

The second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan…