Chapter 310: Embarrassing Days Everyday
But anger was anger, and the coolness coming from Tang Hao's chest and the strange "warmth" feeling mixed with it kept reminding him...
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Retreat quickly!
Tang Hao's right hand suddenly clenched at this moment, and something seemed to flash in his palm. Then his use of soul power seemed to suddenly become much smoother, and he instantly burst out with a very fast speed, and immediately fell down. Flying out, away from Wang Zhao's sharp sickle blade.
He was not going to go back the way he came. He just wanted to leave this place first, and it wasn't easy to leave directly. He could just evacuate in the direction opposite to the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.
As for the speed issue... Tang Hao had just relied on summoning the Clear Sky Hammer in an instant and then putting it away immediately, so that he could instantly stay away from Wang Zhao at the speed of a true Titled Douluo.
Next, Wang Zhao will chase him as expected. Tang Hao was a little unsure about Wang Zhao's speed for a while, but when the time comes...
Tang Hao glanced vaguely below.
If the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace chooses to chase him, he may not necessarily remain passive when there is no one around.
Tang Hao turned around while thinking, and fled towards the distance without stopping.
Looking at his back, Wang Zhao did not hesitate. After leaving a message to the Wuhun Palace personnel on the ground, "You stay and clean up the scene, I will chase the fallen villain." The cardinal spoke and chased directly towards Tang Hao.
The cardinal opened his mouth when he saw this, and turned his head to face the Wuhun Palace personnel behind him:
"The safety of His Royal Highness the Holy Son cannot be compromised. I will follow you to see the battle situation from a distance. You can stay and clean up the scene."
After saying that, he activated his soul power, and the cardinal, who did not have the ability to fly, had to use his legs to rush forward. Of course, the speed was not too slow, and he disappeared in a flash.
The only remaining Wuhun Hall personnel: "..."
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This is over a desolate valley.
The tall and burly man was running away in a hurry like a mouse. Behind him was a mysterious man whose whole body was hidden in the gray mist. He held up the sickle in his hand with great power, like a god of death who was about to harvest his life.
"Hello!"
Wang Zhao looked at the bloody scars on Tang Hao's back that he had made while escaping, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"How long are you going to run?"
After speaking, the corners of Wang Zhao's mouth twitched slightly, but he made no more sound, as if he was silently reciting some mantra.
Then, Wang Zhao shut up and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
Necromantic magic, withering!
"Uh-huh!"
In an instant, a gray beam of light shot out from the Holy Scythe of the Dead and hit Tang Hao directly.
Immediately, Tang Hao, who was escaping, suddenly felt a little weak. The soul power in his body seemed to be constantly being consumed by some strange force. At the same time, an extremely frightening cold feeling surged up behind him. , the skin on the back that was originally healthy and strong suddenly became ulcerated.
Not only that, Tang Hao's eyes widened, and he felt that the vitality in his body was being continuously consumed like the soul power.
Directly consuming life force... What a terrifying method is this?
Is this the holy son of Wuhun Palace who is pretending to be a god and a ghost, really a fallen soul master? !
Tang Hao didn't have time to be surprised. He glanced at the aggressive sickle not far behind him, and finally made up his mind. He quietly slowed down, turned his back to Wang Zhao, stretched his right hand in front of his chest, and then a pocket-sized sickle appeared. Clear Sky Hammer.
The weight of the Clear Sky Hammer can be controlled by the amount of soul power delivered.
Then, nine soul rings were seen rising from Tang Hao's feet one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... red!
After the nine soul rings rose, the dazzling blood-colored soul ring at the top flickered for a moment, and then a bright green light surged from Tang Hao's body, instantly covering all the injuries, along with the blood that had originally flowed from his body. The slightest bit of vitality has also been replenished.
It originated from one of the two ninth soul skills that Ah Yin sacrificed at the time, and it was related to healing. This was how he was able to survive the six years of training even though his body suffered numerous serious injuries in the battle six years ago. Being able to raise his soul power to level 95 is indispensable to A Yin's 100,000-year-old healing soul skills.
Although there are still many hidden wounds deep inside his body that cannot be removed by healing soul skills alone.
After using the ninth soul skill, the negative effects caused by the wither spell on Tang Hao were instantly contained; at the same time, Wang Zhao behind him saw that Tang Hao's speed had slowed down, and his whole body was directly exposed with a symbol of the hundred thousand year level. The blood-red ninth soul ring, his smile became even thicker.
He showed slight surprise appropriately and said: "The ninth soul ring of one hundred thousand years? Are you..."
"snort!"
Listening to the voice coming from behind, Tang Hao stood completely. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand quickly enlarged and became heavy, and thunder and lightning flashed faintly around him.
"Saint Son of Wuhun Palace, you are going too far!"
"I thought that you were just a junior and I didn't want to take action with you, but you didn't know the so-called pressing step by step."
"I think back then, Teacher You's teacher Qian Xunji didn't even dare to do this to me."
With that said, Tang Hao turned around suddenly and smashed the huge Clear Sky Hammer in his hand towards Wang Zhao.
"Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson for your elders!"
Wang Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately flew away.
He is not a gentleman, nor is he a peerless angel Douluo from a hundred years ago. He would not be so stupid as to take on the destructive attack of the Clear Sky Hammer that is so skillful and powerful enough to crush everything.
Not to mention, he is facing Tang Hao, who has his own "BGM" and is sometimes as unstable as the protagonist Tang San in the original work. He was able to use the secret technique of ring explosion to unreasonably beat the Super Douluo to death, and Qianxunji, whose martial soul is a six-winged angel, when he first entered the Titled Douluo realm. This is simply outrageous.
Wang Zhao must have had a brain injury to face this big black hammer head-on.
Of course, even if he avoided it, Wang Zhao's poisonous tongue would not stop.
He looked shocked and mocking.
"Oh, who was it? It turns out to be the world-famous His Majesty Ritiantian."
"Hiss His Majesty Ritiantian has become a fallen spirit master? I wonder how much of a sensation this news will cause on the continent."
"Wait, so the one who was chased by me like a mouse just now was His Majesty Ritiantian."
"This is really too dreamy. The dignified Ritiantian Douluo was chased and killed so badly by a mere 'one-ring spirit master' like me."
"Hey, His Majesty Ritiantian, you are so fast, why don't you just change your title and call yourself 'Mouse Douluo' from now on? How about it?"
"If you want to change it, I will help you promote it for free on behalf of the Spirit Hall."
"It's only a billion points away from your original 'Haotian'..."
Tang Hao's face darkened instantly.