Chapter 216 Tang Hao uses his Haotian True Body to destroy the sect alone, and the legendary man is back (Please subscribe)
The night deepened and became as desolate as water. The civilians in Tiandou City had no idea that a bloody storm was about to take place on Fengjian Mountain, dozens of miles away.

That person will single-handedly tyrannize the entire Fengjian Sect.

Who is that person? Of course it is Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

Even in the mouth of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Tang Hao was once called that person, which is enough to show how powerful he is.

At this moment, under a big tree on the outskirts of Tiandou City, a black luxury car was parked there.

That’s right, that was Tang San’s Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

For Tang San, this car is also a mobile hotel, which allows him and Qian Renxue to have a private space anytime and anywhere, and do some good things together.

Of course, this was just Tang San’s fantasy. He fantasized about something happening between him and Qian Renxue in the car?
But in fact, Qian Renxue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was practicing at the moment. The air conditioner was set to 18 degrees and there was red wine in the car, but she did not know how to enjoy it.

"It seems that Xue'er is anxious to break through level 70 and wants to become stronger as soon as possible. In this case, after father leaves Tiandou City, I will go to the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire. But before that, I have to deliberately bring Qian Renxue to appear in front of father to reassure him. Only by reassuring him can he leave as soon as possible."

Tang San, like a normal child, doesn't want his parents to disturb his and his partner's world of two.

His other half now is naturally Qian Renxue.

However, Tang San remembered that when he was in Notting College, his father Tang Hao came to see him several times, and Tang Hao also knew that Xiao Wu was a soul beast.

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but say in his heart.

"At that time, my father should have thought that Xiao Wu and I were childhood sweethearts, just like he and Ah Yin were. So...if he saw me and Qian Renxue together in a few days, would he think that I was sorry for Xiao Wu? Probably not. As long as he doesn't know that Xue'er is from the Spirit Hall, he probably won't interfere. After all, falling in love is my freedom."

"At most I can just mention it deliberately when the time comes. I will always treat Xiao Wu as my own sister."

Tang San felt that this was indeed the way to go. Otherwise, it would be bad if his father thought that he didn't care about Xiao Wu and captured her to take her spirit ring for himself.

In short, in this life, Tang San will not take Xiao Wu's spirit ring. Even if he marries Qian Renxue and joins the Spirit Hall, it will not affect his protection of Xiao Wu like a sister.

"Tang San, where are we going tomorrow?"

After a while, Qian Renxue had come out of her cultivation state and slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

"Well, tomorrow, we'll see then."

Tang San planned to bring Qian Renxue to appear in front of Tang Hao tomorrow so that his father could feel at ease sooner.

However, after saying this, Tang San suddenly felt that his father Tang Hao's aura seemed to no longer be in Tiandou City, and this aura was still erupting, with a tendency to become stronger and stronger, as if he was fighting with someone.

"Father's Qi is dozens of miles east of Tiandou City. Could it be there?"

Tang San's heart moved, and he quickly asked Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er, where is the headquarters of the Wind Sword Sect? Is it in the heavy mountains dozens of miles east of Tiandou City?"

In fact, Tang San now does not have the ability to accurately sense an aura that far away. If Tang Hao's aura had not suddenly surged to an unprecedented level of terror, he would not have been able to confirm the specific location.

"The headquarters of the Wind Sword Sect? The leader of the Wind Sword Sect has been practicing on the Wind Sword Mountain. The Wind Sword Mountain is indeed dozens of miles away from here. How did you know? Tang San..."

Qian Renxue suddenly looked at Tang San's handsome face in surprise.

…………

What is happening on Fengjian Mountain at this moment?

Actually, it’s nothing.

After all, a second-rate sect like the Fengjian Sect, with a sect leader like Feng Bailong who has not yet reached the level of a Titled Douluo, is far from enough to make the legendary man use his full strength.

There is no need to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken. With Tang Hao's full-strength burst, even a peak Douluo would have to retreat.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my sect and hurt my disciples? Do you really think that there is no one left in my Fengjian Sect?"

At this moment, Feng Bailong, with his eyes covered with a piece of rag, had appeared outside the gate of Fengjian Sect.

Feng Bailong stood in the air with his feet on a flying sword, standing right in front, with a group of elite disciples of the Fengjian Sect coming to support him.

Hundreds and thousands of Fengjian Sect disciples all stood on flying swords, flying in the air, looking very majestic.

After looking through the black cloth, Feng Bailong could vaguely see the weathered and bearded face of the gray-robed man underneath, but he didn't know who he was, and he had no way of judging his strength.

When his mental power came into contact with this person, it was like falling into a bottomless black ocean, and he was completely unable to detect any breath.

But even so, Feng Bailong was not nervous. In his opinion, although this domineering and weathered man had injured many disciples of the sect, he was at most a Soul Sage or a Soul Douluo.

"I know all the top Title Douluo in the entire Tiandou Empire, but there is no such person... Since he is not a Title Douluo, there is nothing I cannot afford to offend. However, I must not underestimate such a person with an unknown origin."

Feng Bailong thought to himself, then immediately stepped forward, and saw eight soul rings flashing on his body. The next second, one of the soul rings suddenly lit up.

"Seventh soul skill, weapon soul true body..."

As Feng Bailong finished speaking, the flying sword under his feet suddenly began to grow rapidly and became extremely huge, about seven or eight meters long and an astonishing one meter wide.

Such a giant sword looks very scary, especially the sword body, which seems to carry an extremely sharp momentum, attracting all the surrounding wind.

Feng Bailong was standing on such a giant sword. At this moment, he was full of confidence and felt that he was the contemporary sword god. He looked down at the middle-aged man with stubble on his face and said arrogantly.

"Someone sent you here, right? Tell me quickly, is it the Black Tiger Sect, the Holy Dragon Sect, or the Elephant Armor Sect? If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to speak again."

Feng Bailong's voice was mixed with powerful soul power, and it sounded mighty and mighty, spreading throughout the entire Fengjian Mountain.

The reason why he made such arrogant remarks was to boost the morale of the sect and at the same time let the other sects know that his Fengjian Sect was not to be trifled with.

"Hahahahaha..."

After Feng Bailong finished speaking, a laugh full of arrogance and a bit of vicissitudes suddenly sounded.

Then Tang Hao raised his old face and looked at the nearly a thousand figures in the air, his eyes filled with disdain and a bit of complexity, and said.

"For many years, no one has dared to speak to me, Tang Hao, like this. With your low-level martial spirit, do you think you deserve to be called a weapon spirit?"

"What...what Hao?" Feng Bailong didn't hear clearly what the two words meant. He only vaguely heard the word Hao. He didn't think much about it. At this moment, he just felt extremely angry. This middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life face and very ordinary clothes actually dared to call the martial spirit Feng Sword under his feet a ninth-rate martial spirit?
Can he tolerate this? Of course not.

In Fengjian Mountain, Feng Bailong, as the sect leader, must defend the dignity of Fengjian Sect.

He just sneered, put his fingers together, released powerful sword energy from his body, and said.

"You call the wind sword inherited from my sect a low-grade martial spirit, unworthy of being called a weapon spirit. Then I will personally let you experience its power, and use it to grind you to ashes..."

After saying that, Feng Bailong shouted loudly.

"Wind Sword's true form, suppress and kill..."

In an instant, the wind sword under his feet grew larger again. At this moment, it looked to be more than ten meters long and nearly ten feet wide. Astonishing sword energy was surging around it. With the force of a crushing force, it stabbed towards the middle-aged man who spoke arrogantly at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this scene, the elite disciples of Fengjian Sect behind Feng Bailong couldn't help but reveal mocking expressions, and expressed their pity for the middle-aged man who was about to die.

"Oh, how pitiful! With this blow from the Sect Master, I guess there won't even be a bone left of that person, right?"

"Not only the bones, even the ground where he stood would be smashed to pieces."

"For a fellow like this, there's no need for the Sect Master to personally take action. I, the Second Brother, can beat him to death...beat him..."

……

As the elite disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were speaking, their eyes suddenly widened and they were collectively speechless.

Because they saw a murderous aura condensed into a physical entity rising into the sky, and then the middle-aged man standing at the center of the murderous aura suddenly raised a blood-red hammer, and the hammer body exploded instantly, becoming as big as a water tank, and then it heavily slammed into the giant sword that fell from the sky and was more than ten meters long.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the entire Fengjian Mountain seemed to tremble. Then, in full view of everyone and under the shocked and unbelievable gazes of countless Fengjian Sect disciples, the flying sword that was more than ten meters long suddenly broke.

The huge sword was broken in half.

As the middle-aged man struck down with the second hammer, the broken sword body of the flying sword was smashed into countless fragments.

"puff……"

All the shattered pieces of the flying sword returned to Feng Bailong's body. Feng Bailong, who was originally standing in the air with great majesty, suddenly turned pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell rapidly from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"metropolitan……"

"metropolitan."

The Fengjian Sect disciples who reacted quickly caught Feng Bailong.

However, Feng Bailong, whose martial soul was severely damaged, had long lost the ability to fight. He kept spitting blood, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was still shouting.

“Hao…Haotian…that…that is Haotian, His Majesty Haotian.”

That’s right, at the moment before the flying sword’s real body was shattered, Feng Bailong finally remembered that terrible name.

Looking at Feng Bailong, the leader of the Fengjian Sect who was vomiting blood after being hit by his hammer, Tang Hao held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, his eyes cold and vicissitudes, without a trace of pride or sense of accomplishment, as if he had almost killed a dog, his heart was calm.

This is indeed the case. In front of Tang Hao, the level 85 Feng Jian Sect leader Feng Bailong is no different from the small minion whose head he smashed into pieces with one palm strike in Tiandou City.

Although his soul power is now level 96, who would have known that as early as when his soul power just broke through level 90, he fought against three people alone and severely damaged three Titled Douluo in succession.

What Tang Hao had just unleashed was just an ordinary hammer that came with the Killing God Domain. Even that ordinary hammer, he didn't use his full strength, only about 70% of the power.

It was indeed unexpected that an ordinary hammer with 70% of the power actually smashed the strongest trump card of Feng Bailong, the leader of Fengjian Sect, the Fengjian True Body, into pieces.

You know, Tang Hao still has the weapon soul body, the big Xumi hammer, and the big Xumi hammer plus the explosive ring that he hasn't used yet...

Even if it was the Great Sumeru Hammer with the Exploding Rings, it would be divided into Exploding One Ring, Exploding Two Rings, and finally Exploding All Nine Rings...

This is enough to show that if Tang Hao disregards everything and fights to the death, almost no one below the gods can do anything to him.

Although Feng Bailong, the leader of the Fengjian Sect, was vulnerable in front of him, Tang Hao felt extremely angry when he thought about his son Tang San who was alone in Tiandou City, facing the pursuit of a powerful sect and whose whereabouts were still unknown. The murderous aura around him surged again.

The blood-red murderous aura quickly condensed like a solid entity, forming a red giant that was twenty meters tall.

The red giant wrapped around Tang Hao's body, in sync with his figure, as if they were one.

In front of this huge figure, the entire Fengjian Mountain seemed to become very small and completely lost its original momentum.

This is indeed the case. In the original plot, after Tang Hao used this move, he almost destroyed the Pope's Palace, which symbolizes the pinnacle of power in the soul master world.

Compared with the Pope's Palace, this small Fengjian Mountain is not worth mentioning at all.

“Feng Bailong, since you dare to order the hunting down of my son Tang Hao, there is no need for your Fengjian Mountain to exist. After I destroy your sect and your inheritance, I will ask you about the whereabouts of my son Xiaosan…”

After activating the weapon soul's true form, Tang Hao's domineering voice was like thunder, mighty and powerful, spreading throughout the entire Fengjian Mountain.

"What? No, no, no..."

Looking at the red giant figure that was more than 20 meters tall, Feng Bailong's eyes widened with a pale face. Even though he was seriously injured and his consciousness was blurred, he immediately woke up at this moment.

Because he has deeply realized that at this moment, his Fengjian Sect has reached its end.

"Quickly, quickly form the Wind Sword Formation and notify all the sect disciples... to swear to protect the Wind Sword Sect until death."

Feng Bailong almost shouted this sentence, his voice was already very hoarse. This was the most anxious moment in his life.

It took the Fengjian Sect several decades to transform from a second-rate sect into one of the four lower sects of the Tiandou Empire. He doesn't want everything to go back to square one.

"The Wind Sword Formation will protect the sect..."

As the order spread, all the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect gathered their soul power. Flying swords flew into the air one after another. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of flying swords soon formed a huge net that covered the sky.

It is vast and powerful, with a terrifying aura, and a rain of swords all over the sky, like a brilliant galaxy that covers the entire night sky. This is the Wind Sword Array.

(End of this chapter)