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Seeing Tang Xiao unable to continue fighting, Dao Ba didn't rush to deliver the final blow. Instead, he stood there regretfully and spat on the ground.
"Boring. You only lasted this short while? It's rare to find someone who can fight me like you did."
Tang Xiao, lying on the ground, gave a bitter smile.
"I'm grateful you still think so highly of me, but a loss is a loss. Give me a quick death. You seem like a good man."
Dao Ba fell silent for a moment, then slowly stepped forward and raised his blade.
"Next life—?!"
Just as Dao Ba was about to speak, he suddenly looked up at the now-bright sky. Two black dots had appeared in the high altitude. Squinting, Dao Ba tried to make out what they were.
Tang Xiao, lying face-up, also noticed the anomaly. As the black dots grew larger, Tang Xiao's eyes widened in shock.
"Hao Di!?"
"Explode Rings!!! Great Sumeru Hammer!!!" Tang Hao roared furiously as he unleashed this ultimate technique.
The True Dragon Treasure Furnace, which had withstood the combined attack of nine elders, shattered instantly under this assault.
With his martial soul broken, Wang Bao, who had been refining the nine elders, suddenly turned pale and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Chen Youyu's expression changed drastically. She rushed to support Wang Bao and warily watched the approaching Tang Hao.
Tang Hao, unstoppable as ever, reached his older brother's side the moment the True Dragon Treasure Furnace broke. Without hesitation, he launched a fierce attack against Dao Ba.
Tang Hao's body was now fully restored, far from the crippled state he had once been in, and his cultivation was no longer at level 95.
Dao Ba was highly sensitive to spirit energy, and he could immediately tell that this man before him had reached level 99. Combined with the Great Mustard Hammer amplification, his strength was on par with Dao Ba's current semi-divine level. Caught off guard, Dao Ba was forced back.
Looking at his godlike younger brother descending from the sky, Tang Xiao was momentarily stunned.
"Hao Di?!"
The Tang Hao standing before them was no longer the despondent figure of the past. Confidence radiated from every inch of him.
"Big Brother, retreat first. I'll hold them off here," Tang Hao said firmly as he directly charged toward the excited Dao Ba.
Though still confused about the situation, Tang Xiao struggled to his feet and limped toward the direction of the nine elders.
One of the two black dots that had descended from the sky earlier landed beside the nine elders and now faced off against Chen Youyu.
The newcomer wore a long crimson robe, their smooth hair fluttering in the wind, exuding an extraordinary presence.
But Chen Youyu wasn't intimidated. Holding her *Heavenly Wind Evil-Cutting Sword*, she coldly pointed it at the stranger.
"Who are you?"
Chen Youyu didn't bother asking about the stranger's connection to the Hao Tian Sect—it was clear they were enemies. Asking such a question would have been foolish.
The person accompanying Tang Hao was none other than Tang San.
Tang San had undergone some changes—his once-dark skin was now exceptionally fair, and his refined appearance made him unrecognizable even to Chen Youyu, who had seen his profile before.
But Tang San paid no heed to the woman before him. Instead, he coldly addressed the half-dead nine elders behind her.
"This place is mine to handle. You all retreat to Jialing Pass to rest and recover."
The nine elders, who had been on the brink of death moments ago, exchanged bewildered glances. The situation had shifted so rapidly that their minds were still struggling to catch up.
The eldest elder, quick on his feet, didn't care who the newcomer was—he was clearly here to help them. Survival was all that mattered. He quickly called for the other elders to retreat with him.
Chen Youyu didn't stop them. Compared to the nine relatively weak elders, the sudden arrival of this stranger weighed more heavily on her mind.
But the Ten Elites consisted of ten people.
Realizing something was amiss, Huo Rui and the others hurried forward to assist.
However, in just an instant, Tang San swung a massive two-meter-long sword forward.
A hundred-meter-long gash instantly appeared on the ground, its depths unfathomable at a glance.
"Anyone who takes another step forward—dies!!!"
The icy killing intent emanating from Tang San caused Huo Rui and the others to regard him with grave seriousness.
As Ye Wen's top disciple, Huo Rui recognized the information about the Asura Demon Sword and immediately identified the super divine weapon in Tang San's hand—the Asura Demon Sword.
Huo Rui frowned and stopped her eager fellow disciples from rushing to attack Tang San.
"Don't move. This guy isn't someone we can defeat in our current Title Douluo state."
Huoran and the others weren't fools—they understood the implications of Huo Rui's words. If they couldn't win in their current state, it meant only one thing: the opponent was a god.
Tang San looked indifferently at these former prodigies he once admired.
"A wise judgment," Tang San said arrogantly.
The Tang San of today was no longer the mere Spirit Emperor-level novice he had once been. Under the careful tutelage of the Asura God, he had broken through to the peak of the 109th-level Divine Official realm.
These mere Title Douluos before him were nothing more than insignificant fish. However, if he were still a Title Douluo, he might have chosen to exterminate them entirely, much like in the original storyline.
The reason Tang San refrained from attacking was because of a certain person lingering in his mind. He still harbored a sliver of hope and didn't want relations to deteriorate too far.
Huo Rui paid no heed to Tang San's attitude. Before the battle began, Ye Wen had already mentioned that there might be unexpected variables. She hadn't expected this variable to be Tang San.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao disengaged from his battle with Dao Ba and appeared beside Tang San, panting heavily.
"Let's go."
In an instant, Tang San lifted Tang Hao and disappeared from everyone's sight.
If not for the cracked earth silently testifying to the ferocity of the earlier battle, the crowd might have thought everything had been an illusion.
The changes came swiftly—and vanished just as fast.
Inside the camp, Ye Wen watched the battlefield's developments in silence, deep in thought.
"The Asura God has truly spared no expense this time, elevating Tang San's strength all the way to the peak of the Divine Official realm in one go.
Still, it's fortunate Tang San showed restraint and didn't resort to killing. Otherwise, I would have had to intervene."
Ye Wen thought coldly, then summoned Huo Rui and the others back.
It seemed the day's battle wouldn't proceed any further.
After all, dealing with the fallen and unfortunate captives of the Star Luo Empire would take quite some time.
Far outside Jialing Pass, the White Tiger Emperor was equally uneasy. He had been observing the battle from afar, his heart racing through its ups and downs. At one point, he nearly suffered a heart attack despite being a Title Douluo himself.
He had assumed the entire Hao Tian Sect would be wiped out, yet miraculously, not a single member had died—they had all returned alive. This brought immense relief to the White Tiger Emperor.
Moreover, Tang San's return filled the White Tiger Emperor with renewed hope. He had already witnessed the power of the Ten Elites, and Tang San, who could single-handedly halt their advance, was undoubtedly even stronger.
Finally, the White Tiger Emperor no longer feared an immediate collapse upon the start of the war.
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