Chapter 14: Tang Da-Hammer's Famous Scene: A Chrysanthemum, A Little Ghost

Who is it?!

Tang Hao stood up with a 'whoosh'.

He had only just sat down, and the stool hadn't even been warmed yet.

The sudden sound caused every pore on his body to tighten instantly.

A cold, piercing light darted within his eyes as he stared straight out the window.

Unable to immediately track the newcomer's trail, Tang Hao frowned deeply.

Such a scene couldn't help but remind him of that time he had gone to find Zhao Wuji in the middle of the night.

Back then, he had gone to make Zhao Wuji come out just like this.

The tables had turned; he simply hadn't expected such a thing to happen to himself.

Most importantly, however...

The person who came was actually able to make it so that even he could not detect their trail; their strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

"This level of strength is indeed very powerful!"

"But to come and cause trouble for me, Tang Hao, in the middle of the night—I want to see just what level your strength has reached!"

"If you want to make me, Tang Hao, come out, you must have sufficient ability!"

Tang Hao let out a cold snort.

Even though he guessed that Jirou Yueguan's strength was extremely formidable.

But at this moment, he still remained confident in his reputation as the Clear Sky Douluo.

Looking across the Spirit Master World, even though he was currently injured, he was still very confident that he was definitely not someone an ordinary person could come and provoke.

Something like what happened tonight.

In the end, he would certainly use his Clear Sky Hammer to arrange the other party clearly and thoroughly.

Boom—

Tang Hao burst out through the window.

He had been hiding his strength all this time.

With tonight's events happening so suddenly, he could no longer afford to keep hiding it.

A long rainbow streaked across the sky above Wuhun City, and in an instant, he arrived in the wilderness outside Wuhun City.

The wilderness was vast; having just arrived, he saw Jirou Yueguan and Tianwu Guimei at the top of a small hill at a glance.

"Coming to find me, Tang Hao, in the middle of the night, you really have some big..."

Tang Hao landed, and before he could finish his sentence, he had already seen the full appearance of Jirou Yueguan and Tianwu Guimei clearly.

Swallowing the rest of his words, Tang Hao only felt his head buzzing.

Jirou Yueguan looked at Tang Hao with a sneer.

Seeing Tang Hao's dumbfounded expression at this moment, he instantly understood what was going on with Tang Hao.

It was obvious that Tang Hao was like this because his face was exactly the same as the Yueguan of this world.

Except for the muscles being more robust, everything else was a one-to-one replica.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, looking at Jirou Yueguan and Tianwu Guimei in disbelief.

Subconsciously, he wanted to convince himself that the person before him was not Yueguan.

However, looking at Jirou Yueguan's 'Yueguan' face, he was still somewhat confused.

How did this Yueguan suddenly become so muscular?

Tang Hao was completely bewildered.

He observed Jirou Yueguan closely.

Seeing the muscles on Jirou Yueguan's body again, as well as the resolute look on his face.

"You are not Yueguan and Guimei!"

Tang Hao shouted coldly: "Making me come out in the middle of the night, do you want to fight with this lord?"

Hearing this, Jirou Yueguan grinned.

He stared at Tang Hao with great interest, looking him up and down, as if searching for which position would be most appropriate to start hacking from.

"Hmph!"

"You are not Yueguan and Guimei!"

"No matter what relationship you have with that chrysanthemum and that little ghost!"

"I showed them mercy back then, but today I will not show you mercy!"

Jirou Yueguan's gaze was very aggressive.

Facing Jirou Yueguan's gaze, Tang Hao felt his dignity had been provoked.

With a 'boom', the Clear Sky Hammer was released by him.

At the same time, nine Spirit Rings appeared one after another, with the ninth Ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring appearing particularly eye-catching.

The red light, carrying the aura of ten thousand years, spread out in all directions.

"A Ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring, it really did scare me."

"But if you want to not show us mercy, you have to see if your little hammer is truly qualified to show us mercy!"

Jirou Yueguan sneered.

He was not as wild as Tang Hao; only scarlet blood-Qi swirled around his body.

Subsequently, a horse-chopping saber martial soul appeared; grabbing the horse-chopping saber with one hand, the muscles on Jirou Yueguan's body appeared even more robust.

Blood vessels emerged on his muscles, fully displaying the beauty of strength.

"As expected, you are not the Yueguan of the Spirit Hall; his martial soul is not like yours!" Tang Hao's eyes lit up, completely confirming that Jirou Yueguan was not Native Yueguan.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Jirou Yueguan let out a cold snort: "If you can use your hands, stop yapping incessantly!"

As the words fell!

Jirou Yueguan instantly erupted into action.

He raised his horse-chopping saber high and brought it down in a vertical slash toward Tang Hao.

"This guy..."

Tang Hao's mind was shaken; he never expected Jirou Yueguan to actually start fighting without a word.

He raised his Clear Sky Hammer with a backhand motion, refusing to give Jirou Yueguan the chance to suppress him.

Tianwu Guimei stood motionless, watching as Jirou Yueguan began to fight for real, holding nothing back and launching a fierce, wide-swinging assault with his horse-chopping saber, a cold smile hanging on his lips.

A surging aura spread toward the interior of Wuhun City.

"There's a situation over there!"

Inside Wuhun City, Native Yueguan and Guimei were hesitating over how to proceed.

Suddenly, they sensed a powerful fluctuation of soul power outside Wuhun City and immediately rushed toward the city outskirts.

"Old Ghost, His/Her Excellency guessed wrong this time!"

"She said those two fellows wouldn't fight, but those two fellows started fighting directly anyway."

Guimei gave a bitter smile, not daring to delay his pace.

As the two hurried along, at the very center of the combat zone, Jirou Yueguan had already lost count of how many times he had slashed with his horse-chopping saber.

Each time, it carried terrifying soul power.

Each time, it struck fiercely against Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

In this scene, Jirou Yueguan was like a butcher, with all the initiative firmly in his hands.

And Tang Hao was the pig waiting to be slaughtered, completely on the defensive.

"What a beast, is his strength inexhaustible?"

Tang Hao nearly spat out a mouthful of blood; in this short time, he had deeply experienced Jirou Yueguan's ruthlessness.

That body of muscle was certainly not grown for nothing.

After just this brief exchange, he felt as if the web between his thumb and forefinger had split open.

"Where on earth did this madman come from?"

Tang Hao felt his scalp tingle.

Unable to seize any initiative, he was furious to the extreme.

The dignified Clear Sky Douluo had actually fallen to such a state one day.

Just as Tang Hao was feeling helpless, Native Yueguan and Guimei both arrived at the scene.

Seeing Tang Hao in a passive position, their eyes widened larger than ox eyes.

"Old Ghost, is this guy too fierce? Suppressing Tang Hao in a fight?"

"He is a bit fierce; I knew this guy was strong before, but I didn't expect him to be this ridiculously strong!"

Native Yueguan and Native Guimei felt their worldviews being shattered.

The two of them could be crushed by Tang Hao alone, and they even had psychological trauma from it.

Yet here with Jirou Yueguan, one person could suppress Tang Hao.

This isn't scientific!

Jirou Yueguan caught the cowardly look of Native Yueguan and Guimei.

An uncomfortable feeling sprouted in his heart, and a thought suddenly emerged.

The next second, the strength in his body began to explode madly.

On the horse-chopping saber, the blood-colored patterns began to shift toward a dark red.

Not far away, Tianwu Guimei saw this scene, his eyes also widening on the spot, and he immediately realized what Jirou Yueguan wanted to do:

"Old Guan, you want to use that move?"

"It's just a measly little hammer, are you crazy?!"

(End of this chapter)