The Killing God Domain had two abilities: Domination and Slaughter Assault.
The effect of Domination was simple yet terrifying—it prevented opponents from displaying their full combat potential while allowing the user to exert 120% of their strength. As the user's soul power increased, this effect only became stronger. It was a passive ability, always present, always oppressive.
Now, with Tang Hao at Soul Power Level 95, his enhancement had reached monstrous levels.
The second ability, Slaughter Assault, further boosted his combat power. His attack speed doubled, and his attack power increased by 30%.
And so, with unparalleled speed, the hammer instantly arrived in front of Devil Bear Douluo.
His face paled. He knew. If this hammer hit him head-on, his name would be moved from the 'active duty' list to the 'spirit tablet' list.
"Not today!"
With a panicked expression, he poured every ounce of soul power into his defense. But he had no time to activate his Martial Soul Avatar to boost his defensive soul skill.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flickered toward Devil Bear Douluo the moment he saw the hammer move. He knew the bear wouldn't survive without coughing up half his blood.
Reacting instantly, he moved to help.
But it was too late.
BOOM!
The hammer slammed into Devil Bear Douluo.
The poor guy was sent flying, a fountain of blood spraying from his mouth like an artistic display of misery.
Golden Crocodile Douluo caught him just in time, stabilizing him with an infusion of soul power.
Meanwhile, the other five Titled Douluos were already reacting, launching powerful soul skills at Tang Hao.
But could they stop him?
Of course not.
By the time they made their move, Tang Hao had already used the opening left by Golden Crocodile Douluo abandoning his position—he was out of the encirclement.
And now?
It wasn't an encirclement anymore.
Tang Hao now stood with Tang San on his back, while the remaining five stood in a row in front of him.
Devil Bear Douluo was kneeling on the side, coughing up blood like it was his new hobby.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's veins bulged in fury.
He took a deep breath, his aura surging.
Finally, with all the righteous anger of a man robbed of his villainous moment, he roared:
"Tang Hao! You can't escape today! If you keep fighting, your son will—"
And yet...
Before he could finish his villainous monologue, another hammer came flying out.
This time, its target was Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Ghost Leopard Douluo, known for his speed, instantly transformed into a phantom, trying to phase out of harm's way
But the sheer power behind the hammer disrupted his form, forcing him back into his solid body.
A second later, he spat out blood, staggering backward.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened.
"Tang Hao doesn't follow martial ethics!"
How could he know that with four soul rings shattered, Tang Hao could unleash four devastating attacks?
And each attack was stronger than the last.
Two attacks down.
The next two?
The power of a shattered 1,000-year soul ring was coming, and nobody wanted to be the next target.
But Tang Hao?
He didn't care.
Another hammer strike fell.
Then another.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, now truly furious, took the attacks head-on to protect his comrades.
Why?
Because the next targets were the two Staff Brothers.
Sure, they could survive on their own, but was it worth the cost?
For Golden Crocodile, it was better to have two fully functional combatants.
If Tang Hao weakened himself, they could gang up on him.
If only he remained standing while the others were injured?
Well, he wasn't exactly known for his speed. He wouldn't be able to chase Tang Hao down alone.
But when Golden Crocodile Douluo looked up after blocking the final two attacks...
There was no Tang Hao.
He was gone.
Tang Hao had escaped, already miles away.
But it was clear—he wouldn't get away unscathed.
After all, ten years later, when he attacked Spirit Hall, he didn't even need to use his self-destructive ring-exploding technique.
Back then, he relied only on his Martial Soul Avatar and ninth soul ring skill to escape with Tang San and Xiao Wu.
That time, seven Titled Douluos, including Bibi Dong, failed to stop him.
Of course, that was partly because Tang Hao was a menace—he attacked the Angel Statue, forcing Spirit Hall to defend rather than counterattack. Otherwise, a battle between Titled Douluos would have flattened Spirit City.
The Novice village was the best example.
Holy Spirit Village no longer existed.
Half the village was already wiped from history.
The only reason the other half remained standing was that the fight hadn't lasted long enough.
....
Ten years later, that time, even without exploding his rings, Tang Hao had to cut off two limbs to cure his injuries.
Now that he had used it… how many limbs would he need to sacrifice?
Maybe, if he found a powerful healing-type soul master, he could slowly recover.
But would he even go looking for one?
Everything remains to be seen. Now that the butterfly has already begun to flap its wings with great force, only time will tell what will happen on this continent.
Now, even Shi Hao can no longer predict what choices the two Tangs will make.
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Meanwhile, in Balak Kingdom...
While Holy Spirit Village was drowning in blood and destruction, Shi Hao was peacefully snoring away.
On Aunt Hua's bed, to be precise.
More specifically, he had buried his head in her bosom.
And secretly, very secretly, his little hands were on the move.
Completely unaware that her clothes were a bit too revealing, Aunt Hua slept contently.
She didn't notice the smirk forming at the corner of little Shi Hao's lips.