Chapter 58 I Can't Explode the Ring

This is Ghost Leopard Douluo's eighth soul skill. It is very powerful. Every time it is used, it will draw one-fifth of his current level 94 soul power. Every time it is used, the damage caused by this skill will increase by 20%.

But he rarely uses it.

Because his speed was a little too fast, so fast that sometimes he would miss the target and might even hit himself on the head and kill himself.

Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear Douluo are the two elders that Qian Daoliu is very optimistic about, and they are also the elders most likely to become the worshipers.

Qian Daoliu once told these two that when Ghost Leopard Douluo was no longer so blind, and when Demon Bear Douluo could control his violence and cruelty, they would have the possibility of breaking through to a higher realm.

Ghost Leopard Douluo used the five opportunities of his eighth soul skill on the arms of these five elders.

Although he did not have a clone-type soul skill, Ghost Leopard Douluo's high speed caused a series of afterimages to flash, and he swung out five claws continuously in a very short time.

Starting from the seventh elder to the second elder, their right arms were torn off.

Among them, the fifth elder who was at level ninety-one and had the lowest cultivation level was killed directly - funny enough, this was because the sixth elder was gone, so the seventh elder did not choose to take the position after his cultivation level surpassed that of the fifth elder.

"what--!"

The elders whose right arms were torn off cried out in pain.

Tang Xiao, who had been stared at by Qian Daoliu, could not help but shout, "Don't go too far!"

“Why? Only the Titled Douluo of the Haotian Sect can smash Dugu Bo’s legs, but Dugu Bo’s friends can’t avenge him?” Lingyuan Douluo pursed his lips and smiled.

"Fuck it, I've already said it, those things were not done by the Haotian Sect, not by the Haotian Sect!" The seventh elder, Lieyang Douluo, couldn't help but curse, "It was all because of that evil creature Tang Hao!"

Because they lost an arm, and it was the right arm used to summon martial spirits, their strength dropped greatly.

"That evil creature! He was courting death outside, not only angering the previous Tang Tian Sect Master to death, but now he is bringing disaster to the sect!"

This time, it was not just the Seventh Elder who was cursing Tang Hao. The other second-generation disciples also started cursing. They were of the same generation as Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.

The truth is so cruel. The disciples of Haotian Sect found that their elders were no match for the people of Spirit Hall, so they stopped scolding the people of Spirit Hall, fearing that the Angel Legion, who were eyeing them covetously, would attack them.

So, they pointed the finger at Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao is such a jerk. Why did he go and hook up with a hundred thousand year old soul beast for no reason? In the end, he got hunted down by the Spirit Hall!" Tang Renchuan, a second-generation disciple, roared.

"If you can't protect it after hooking up with it, I'd rather give it to Brother Tang Xiao!" The second-generation offspring Tang Ridi also roared angrily.

“He even insisted on provoking the Spirit Hall beyond his capabilities, and ended up bringing the Spirit Hall’s… experts to our ancestral land!” Tang Jingwei, a second-generation descendant, glanced at Qian Daoliu cautiously, then immediately changed his words.

"Let alone anything else, just because he made Sect Master Tang Tian angry to death, he should return to the sect to be punished!" The head of the Punishment Pavilion of Haotian Sect said righteously.

"..."

"Oh, there are still soul bones." Ghost Leopard Douluo returned to a distant mountain and looked at the five broken arms in his hands with interest. Among them were three shiny soul bones, two of which were ten thousand years old, and one should be around eight thousand years old.

"When I was fighting with Tang Chen, he used the Great Sumeru Hammer to fight me with the energy from the ring explosion." Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Xiao, whose eyes were red, calmly, and said, "I won't bully you either. If you use that secret technique and fight me, and if you can break my defense, I will retreat immediately."

Qian Daoliu's meaning was very clear. It was just like several years ago when the elder of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's Sword Douluo Chen Xin came to the Spirit Hall to challenge Qian Daoliu, but the old man used his angel soul power to block nine "kill" characters... and then that was it.

"you--"

Tang Xiao wanted to roar to the sky, “You have killed one of my five elders, and broke the arms of the other four. Now you tell me to give me a chance?”

"What, you don't dare?" Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Xiao with disdain.

"You bully the weak with your strength. How can you be called a gentleman!" Tang Xiao said angrily.

“Oh? Did the Haotian Sect also consider the issue of bullying the weak when destroying the Spirit Hall?” Qian Daoliu’s eyes turned cold.

He is really heartbroken!

The various branch halls that helped civilians awaken their martial spirits and distributed benefits to spirit masters every month were destroyed just like that.

Now the more he looked at the Haotian Sect, the more unhappy he became, as if he was facing a naughty child who had to be beaten.

But, the real reason is...

“Now no one in Haotian Sect can use the Great Sumeru Hammer’s Ring Explosion Secret Technique!” The Seventh Elder roared, “This is a unique secret technique that is passed down to only one person in each generation of our sect. Sect Master Tang Tian taught this move to Tang Hao, but this evil creature ran away without saying a word!”

Qian Daoliu: "..."

"puff--"

This time, the Demon Subduing Douluo, who had just beaten the naughty kid with an iron stick, couldn't hold it in anymore and couldn't help but let out a puff.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Xiao said angrily.

"I remembered something happy." The Demon-Subduing Douluo stroked his Panlong Stick.

"What happy thing?"

"I just seemed to... uh uh..."

Just as Jiang Mo Douluo was about to say that he had also comprehended a secret skill, Qian Jun Douluo covered his mouth.

"What are you doing again?" Tang Xiao looked at Qianjun Douluo angrily, "Is this how you act as a brother? You don't even let your younger brother speak?"

"Ahem - no." Qianjun Douluo straightened his face and said, "My brother and I have a very good relationship. At least we can eat under the same roof and play whack-a-mole in front of the same rat hole."

"Rat hole?" Tang Xiao was stunned, then he got so angry that his face turned purple.

"Look at my cloak hammer method!" Tang Xiao roared, then swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

"Great Priest, do you want me to interrupt it?" Demon Bear Douluo asked with a serious expression in the spiritual sharing between Titled Douluo.

"No." Qian Daoliu said coldly, "Let him wield it. Our shared spiritual power now has the function of exploration. Let me see where the weakness of this thing is."

Tang Xiao couldn't help but roar, and used the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique that their Haotian Sect was proud of. Invisible energy gathered on the hammer, and gradually transformed into the prototype of an energy black dragon.

"Whoohoo-"

The big hammer was swung faster and faster, and Qian Daoliu's eyes were like flowing golden lava. Tang Xiao never expected that the other party would take this opportunity to reversely deconstruct the trajectory of the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique!

"Almost done." Qian Daoliu's eyes moved, "Have you memorized the movements of the first seventy-two hammers?"

"Remembered." The other priests and elders replied.

“Okay, remember to record it when you go back, and then let the Spirit Hall’s Research Institute study it carefully.” Qian Daoliu withdrew from the mental sharing at this moment.

Then, he stretched out his hand, and the majestic angel soul power was released, carrying almost endless divine power, which directly slowed down the running Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique!

He wants to see the last nine swings of logic himself!

"Hao! Tian! Hammer!"

Tang Xiao looked at Qian Daoliu ferociously.

"Chaos! Cape! Wind!"

The eighty-first hammer, condensed!

"I have a bad heart, don't scare me."

Qian Daoliu's calm voice sounded, followed by a series of "bang bang" sounds.

Tang Xiao was blown away by the fist force wind that came from nowhere, and the energy black dragon was also blasted into powder.

"Bam—"

Tang Xiao flew backwards and smashed another hill into pieces.