Chapter 663: Is That It? Xu Ran's Disdain
"Clamor!"
Xu Ran spoke indifferently, yet his voice exploded in the air like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder.
All those whose minds were disturbed by Rakshasa's Breath recovered to normal.
They were pale with faces full of shock at Tang San's strength, which had so easily affected their spirits. If it continued for long, they feared they would fall to the dreadful pressure and become hangmen who knew only slaughter.
"Tang San has grown to this extent, impossible..." Qian Dao Liu watched Tang San, lost in thought, feeling the awe of divinity. He guarded the Angel God's inheritance and had seen the Angel God's apparition.
The holy might had made him willingly submissive.
Now, the power that Tang San revealed involuntarily made him think of the Angel God.
Was Tang San's energy at this moment already comparable to that of a god ...
This terrifying energy, far above his own, wasn't merely that of a demigod. It was the strength of a god.
"Xu Ran, you've finally come." Tang San lifted his eyes, as placid as an ancient well, and stared intently at Xu Ran. He wanted Xu Ran's life, he wanted to rescue something he cherished deeply.
"Today is the day you die. I, Tang San, have been patient for so many days, finally waiting for this moment." Tang San smiled. These past days, with the help of the Rakshasa God, he had been assimilating the power given to him by the Destruction God.
The power was incredibly pure, and even with the assistance of the Rakshasa God, it was hard for him to control.
Destruction, a power to shake the heavens and the earth. In its presence, even the power of Rakshasa paled in comparison.
The combination of Destruction and Rakshasa would be a truly apocalyptic existence.
He would let Xu Ran see the true might of Tang San.
"You're just a defeated subordinate. When have you ever won against me?" Xu Ran said disdainfully. Enemies defeated by his hand were never considered his equals.
To him, Tang San was nothing more than a plaything.
"I am now as strong as you, I also have full hundred-thousand-year soul rings!"
Tang San was furious, unable to tolerate Xu Ran's contempt.
He was so strong now, having promised the Destruction God to betray the Evil Camp and join his forces, in exchange for a portion of the Destruction God's power.
He had sacrificed so much, become so powerful, he wouldn't allow Xu Ran to still look at him with such disdain.
He wanted to see fear, frustration, despair... in Xu Ran's eyes.
Hundred-thousand-year soul rings... Tang San's voice carried great waves of sound that reached far distances, almost the entire Spirit City could hear Tang San's voice.
Immediately after, beneath Tang San, a total of seven red soul rings spiraled up.
The Rakshasa God, to enable Tang San to stand against Xu Ran, did not hesitate to elevate Tang San's strength to the utmost limit he could currently achieve.
Seven blood-red soul rings, those were all hundred-thousand-year soul rings!
The entire world was in an uproar, everyone was shaken. A soul ring configuration of full hundred-thousand-year soul rings... Was this still human?
Even Qian Dao Liu and others turned pale... They knew Xu Ran also had full hundred-thousand-year soul rings like Tang San. Did this mean Xu Ran's strength was worse than Tang San's?
Xiaowu and the other women also watched Tang San, horrified. Tang San's strength had once again surpassed their imagination.
They didn't understand why Tang San's strength had broken through so quickly, the gap between Tang San and Xu Ran had been immense before, and now it had closed so much.
They couldn't help but clench their fists tightly.
If Xu Ran emerged, they would end their lives at the first opportunity.
They wouldn't allow themselves to live and fall into Tang San's hands. With the enmity between Tang San and Xu Ran, if they fell into Tang San's hands, they would surely suffer a fate worse than death.
They would rather die than witness such a scene.
They were already Xu Ran's women, and in this life, they would only love Xu Ran.
"Sisters, don't worry, Xu Ran won't let us down. He has never disappointed anyone before," Xiaowu reassured them. She believed in Xu Ran because he had never lied to her.
Tang San was nothing but a despicable little man; how could he possibly be a match for Xu Ran.
"Xu Ran, I'm no worse than you now," Tang San said with a sly smile. He knew that Xu Ran's Soul Rings were all hundred-thousand-year ones, and he had finally caught up to Xu Ran's pace.
"Is that all? It's still far from enough."
"While we both have hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings, you are still far behind."
Xu Ran could tell that Tang San's Soul Rings had just reached the hundred-thousand-year mark. Even if Rakshasa God exerted all his power, he could only help Tang San reach this level at most.
"What do you mean?"
Tang San's gaze froze, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition made him restless.
Had Xu Ran become stronger again?
How could this be?
Why did Xu Ran always manage to become stronger at critical moments, so strong that... how was he supposed to hammer Xu Ran now?
Xu Ran didn't speak; he slowly took steps forward, and with each step, his aura grew stronger. In the end, seven red Soul Rings also emerged around Xu Ran.
However, these Soul Rings were larger than Tang San's hundred-thousand-year ones, and their color was deeper.
Each Soul Ring emitted a terrifying presence as if harboring great terror.
Boom!
The sky let out a terrifying roar!
Two energies clashed fiercely against each other, the horrific energy waves causing the entire sky to lose color, and the whole space trembled.
At the juncture where the two different energies confronted each other, that terrifying surge of energy could rip apart and pulverize the body of any Titled Douluo. It was a force close to that of a god's.
Even though neither of them had become gods, due to various coincidences, both possessed god-like power at that moment.
After Xu Ran's strength reached the level of a Soul Sage, he went all out, his strength comparable to that of a First-Level God.
With the help of Rakshasa God's Thoughts and the energy of the Destruction God, Tang San's strength broke the limits of a Soul Master, reaching a terrifying position.
"Hmph!"
Tang San grunted, his body involuntarily stepping backward.
He was somewhat surprised; even though Rakshasa God had informed him of Xu Ran's potential fearsomeness, witnessing it firsthand was still unbelievable. No wonder Xu Ran had humiliated him so badly before, and he had struggled to fight back against Xu Ran, even being toyed with by him.
The former him and Xu Ran weren't on the same level.
Xu Ran's strength was inherently higher by an entire dimension. As a higher dimension attacking a lower one, it was a downgrading strike, and naturally, he would be at a disadvantage.
"Become the sword with my body!"
Xu Ran said calmly as his body seemed to turn into a sword at that moment, every cell, every organ becoming a sharp weapon embodying endless Sword Intent.
"One punch!"
Xu Ran's figure swiftly drifted towards Tang San, his eyes filled with disdain. His fist, full of the highest Sword Dao. By now, he no longer needed to rely on soul skills to deal damage; few gods even use soul skills.
The energy of the origin was the power of one's self.
Boom!
Xu Ran's fist harshly struck Tang San, emitting a sharp metallic roaring sound.
That was Tang San's Martial Soul, the Hao Tian Hammer.