Chapter 62 – Tang Hao vs. Yu Qingtian

Yu Qingtian—without a doubt, the most powerful among the younger generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Born with innate soul power of level 8, he reached Soul Ancestor rank (Rank 41) by the age of 24. His strength was certainly not to be underestimated.

Countless talented opponents had already fallen at his hands in these so-called junior duels.

But today, he stood opposite one of the twin stars of the Clear Sky Clan, the strongest Tool Spirit in the entire continent—Clear Sky Hammer. A man who trained only in hammer techniques, never soul abilities. Born with innate soul power of level 9, just 21 years old, and already a Rank 56 Power-Attack type Soul King—Tang Hao!

"A Soul King?!"

Gasps of disbelief swept through the crowd as they saw the five soul rings beneath Tang Hao's feet—two yellow, two purple, and one black. Nearly everyone stood up instinctively, shocked.

Though the tale of the twin prodigies from the Clear Sky Clan had circulated for some time, most believed them to be only slightly more exceptional than the average genius.

No one had imagined they were this far beyond the norm.

In this arena, even reaching Soul Ancestor level was enough to be considered a once-in-a-generation genius. Yet Tang Hao wasn't just a Soul Ancestor—he was a full-fledged Soul King.

How could this not shake them to their core?

"What a fuss…"

Yu Xiaogang scoffed and shook his head, a knowing smirk on his face as he watched most of the spectators react with stunned expressions.

The only ones who remained composed were Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, several Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, and Yue Guan.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang felt that only these few were on the same level of insight as himself. The others? Just ignorant spectators.

He knew more than just Tang Hao's current level. He also knew that Tang Hao's elder brother, Tang Xiao, had already reached the level of Soul Sage, well above 70.

Tang Hao planted the Clear Sky Hammer into the ground and rested his right foot on its head.

"Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Clan, Rank 56 Power-Attack Type Soul King. I await your guidance."

Yu Qingtian frowned slightly as he eyed the five soul rings beneath Tang Hao's feet. Shock flickered in his eyes, followed quickly by a wave of frustration. If his cultivation resources hadn't been redirected to that useless cousin of his, he might not be a Soul King yet, but he'd certainly be a high-level Soul Ancestor by now.

After all, his father had only been born with innate soul power at level 7, with even less talent than himself. Yet with the clan's support, he had already reached level 45 by this age.

And he?

The thought made Yu Qingtian's hatred for Yu Xiaogang flare even further.

Still, now wasn't the time to dwell on such things. He wanted to see for himself exactly how wide the gap was between him and Tang Hao.

A colossal dragon wrapped in crackling violet lightning appeared behind Yu Qingtian. Beneath his feet, two yellow and two purple soul rings rose into the air.

"Yu Qingtian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Level 41 Power-Attack Type Soul Ancestor. I accept your challenge!"

Tang Hao smirked, hoisting the Clear Sky Hammer onto his shoulder.

"You make the first move."

"Hmph. In that case, prepare yourself!"

"Dragon Transformation!"

Dragon Transformation—one of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's secret techniques. It transformed parts of the user's body into draconic forms, greatly enhancing the Martial Soul's natural power.

Facing an opponent with over ten levels of soul power above him, Yu Qingtian didn't dare hold back. He played his trump card right from the start, determined to go all out.

Even if he lost, he would lose gloriously. He would not disgrace the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Third Soul Skill—Dragon Shadow Assault!"

"ROAR!!"

Three spectral dragons of blue lightning surged forward, howling skyward, bearing down on Tang Hao with terrifying might.

"Heh~"

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of Tang Hao's lips. He twirled the Clear Sky Hammer with a flourish, then suddenly slammed it into the ground.

"Shock!"

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave exploded outward from the epicenter where Tang Hao stood.

Fortunately, Spirit Hall had reinforced the arena in advance—its durable construction could withstand attacks below Soul Sage level, preventing any collateral damage.

Though the move seemed simple, it was actually a technique from the Clear Sky Nine Techniques—a secret art of the Clear Sky Clan, only passed on to approved disciples.

Perfectly attuned to the Clear Sky Hammer's nature, this move rivaled, if not surpassed, the power of typical soul skills of the same level.

The sheer force of Tang Hao's soul power shattered the three lightning dragons instantly.

Yu Qingtian's heart clenched.

"Second Soul Skill—Lightning Bind!"

Crackling arcs of lightning coiled around both of Yu Qingtian's arms. With this soul skill activated, every one of his strikes would carry a paralysis effect, while also boosting his attack power by 15%—a tremendous advantage in close-quarters combat.

"ROAR!!"

As he rushed in, his first soul ring also lit up.

A thunderous dragon's roar burst forth—imbued with spiritual shock, it weakened the target's attack power by 10% and carried a chance to daze them.

"Sweep!"

But Tang Hao didn't even blink. He simply swung his Clear Sky Hammer.

The massive weapon surged with thunderous force, extending as it swept through the air. The hammerhead came crashing toward Yu Qingtian, imbued with the might of a mountain.

What did it feel like to have a weapon that size bearing down on you?

Yu Qingtian didn't need to imagine. His heart stopped, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Not good!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Thunder Guard!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, summoning a purple lightning barrier to envelop him like a round shield.

The hammer struck.

BOOM!!

CRACK!!

SPLURT!!

In an instant, the shield shattered.

Yu Qingtian was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting from his mouth.

If Tang Hao hadn't pulled his punch at the last moment, Yu Qingtian might've been dead—or, at best, crippled for life.

"Well done, boy. Tang Chen, your grandson's strength truly lives up to the legacy. He's got your fire."

"Haha! Hao'er is far stronger than my son ever was. In his hands, the Clear Sky Hammer doesn't pale in the slightest against your Qian Clan's supreme-tier spirits."

Tang Chen laughed heartily, visibly pleased. Within the entire Clear Sky Clan, he had the highest hopes for Tang Hao—more so than even for Tang Xiao.

"Don't get too cocky just yet," Qian Daoliu said with a slight smirk, unwilling to be outdone. "Six months ago, my son accepted a promising disciple of his own. The kid's received divine favor from the Angel God and made remarkable progress. He might not be any weaker than your grandson."

On this point, surprisingly, both Qian Daoliu and Guang Ling shared the same view—and used the same reasoning.

"Oh? Someone outside the angelic bloodline being blessed by the Angel God? Now that's interesting. Bring him out—let him spar with Hao'er a bit."

Tang Chen's curiosity was piqued. Of course he knew of the Angel God's existence. He had seen the statue within the Sacred Hall of Consecration and, only then, truly believed that gods existed in this world.

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