The overwhelming pressure from the six elders in front of him was suppressed by the gradually condensing aura on his body.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
The eight spirit rings that appeared on Tang Hao's body were identical to those of the six elders. But because all were power-type spirit rings—and Tang Hao's spirit power was only one step away from level 90, higher than any of them—and because he possessed the Death God Domain, the aura Tang Hao exuded completely outclassed theirs.
At this moment, Tang Hao was burning with rage. He looked coldly at the six elders and said flatly, "No matter what, I will take Alang away today. Since you stand in my way, don't blame Tang Hao for being merciless."
As he spoke, his seventh spirit ring lit up. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand erupted with light. A deep black glow surged as the massive hammer expanded with the wind—growing into a fifty-meter-long giant weapon, its head like a looming mountain.
Then—boom—the enormous hammer shattered. Tang Hao's eighth spirit ring lit up, and the fragmented black hammer transformed into an energy construct that locked onto the six elders surrounding him and Alang.
"It's the Lingtian attack! Everyone, attack together and stop him!"
The six elders hadn't expected Tang Hao to go this far for a woman. Though they once liked Alang—their niece-in-law—they couldn't help but feel resentment toward her now.
Because if not for this woman, Tang Hao—one of the sect's rarest talents—would not have turned against them.
"It's too late. You can't stop me..." Tang Hao sneered as his right hand moved.
The fifty-meter-long energy hammer descended in an instant, locking onto the six elders. They couldn't face Tang Hao alone and had to join forces.
But with no time to coordinate a joint soul skill, they could only activate the Clear Sky True Body individually. Concerned about injuring Tang Hao—and worried that he would take Alang by force—they dared not go all out.
But their hesitation didn't mean Tang Hao would hold back. At this moment, his heart was filled only with Alang—his beloved woman—and the child in her womb. Nothing else mattered.
He charged straight for Tang Lie, the elder who had spoken most harshly, and Bai He, who stood behind him.
In an instant, the air across the Haotian Sect's plaza distorted. Every soul master below the rank of Soul Douluo who wasn't shielded by someone else found themselves completely paralyzed.
"Tang Hao, you've gone mad!"
The third elder, Tang Bai, noticed Tang Hao's killing intent and roared. He and the other five elders swung their hammers in unison, targeting the massive energy hammer created by Tang Hao's Lingtian attack.
Everyone present at the wedding was at least a Soul Douluo, including Hu Yanzhen and the five Titled Douluo from the four lower sects.
And Tang Hao's hammer was headed straight toward them.
As the hammer's gale swept toward them, the five Titled Douluo merely stood firm and released their spirit pressure. Instantly, the hammer's force dissipated.
But the six elders of the Haotian Sect weren't so fortunate. Whether intentional or not, Hu Yanzhen and the others didn't act directly—but their released pressure affected the six elders nonetheless.
And because the elders still held back, refusing to harm Tang Hao, they failed to defend themselves fully.
Facing Tang Hao's full-force Lingtian attack, the six elders were smashed aside, sent flying across the plaza and crashing at the feet of the guests, blood spilling from their mouths.
Tang Hao didn't escape unscathed—fighting one against six left him coughing blood skyward—but his expression was ecstatic.
Because despite being at Soul Douluo rank, he had just defeated the six elders—also Soul Douluos—of the Haotian Sect in one-on-six combat.
Even more importantly, under the immense pressure of the battle, he had broken through the bottleneck of level 90.
He had become a quasi-Titled Douluo.
"Six Elders, thank you for your generosity. If you acknowledge the relationship between me and Alang, I will return to the sect. If not, forgive this unfilial nephew. Tang Hao takes his leave."
With a flash, Tang Hao vanished—Alang in his arms.
Now that he had broken through level 90, he could briefly fly. One arm wrapped around Alang's waist, the other wielding the hammer, he soared down toward the foot of the Haotian Sect.
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Just then, Tang Xiao—just persuaded out of the hall by Ning Fengzhi—saw Tang Hao injure the six elders and take Alang away.
When Alang saw Tang Xiao appear, she showed a look of resistance while in Tang Hao's arms, as if being taken away against her will.
Seeing this, Tang Xiao exploded in fury.
The position of sect leader, soul bones—everything, he could give his younger brother. But not Alang. Especially not when she was carrying his child.
In his rage, he forgot brotherhood, forgot the sect, forgot everything.
He shot forward at high speed and intercepted Tang Hao mid-air.
He raised his hammer and struck with a roar, "Leave her to me!"
The blow caught Tang Hao off guard—not only because it came from his elder brother, but because it was the first time in his life Tang Xiao had ever attacked him. He barely had time to raise his hammer in defense.
He was knocked from the sky, falling back onto the Clear Sky Sect plaza—still clutching Alang.
At that moment, a strange flower slipped from Alang's arms. And Lin Hanye's commanding voice echoed in her mind:
"It's your turn to perform."
Alang did not dare defy Lin Hanye's order. She immediately activated the ability of Thousand Faces. In an instant, she exuded the aura of the transformed soul beast—Swift Wolf.
At that moment, the eyes of every Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo in the plaza lit up.
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