Chapter 16: Tianwu Guimei: Want to Detonate Your Rings? Not a Chance!

Blood-red chrysanthemum petals filled the sky.

Behind every single chrysanthemum petal trailed a blood-red rainbow.

They intertwined with incredible speed, fluttering about just like cherry blossoms filling the air.

Although the true attack had not yet begun, these blood-red chrysanthemum petals were already tearing through the air, causing it to crackle and boom.

A look of extreme impatience appeared on the face of Jirou Yueguan.

His fingers flicked lightly, and every flick could drive the chrysanthemum petals dancing across the sky to take action.

Every trajectory was moving entirely according to his will.

This scene was completely different from his previous manner of swinging a horse-chopping saber with wide, sweeping motions.

If the Jirou Yueguan who swung the horse-chopping saber was a true brute, then the Jirou Yueguan at this moment was more like someone admiring flowers.

It was precisely because of this that Jirou Yueguan was very dissatisfied with using his first martial soul; after getting used to the horse-chopping saber, he was not quite accustomed to being this "elegant."

When a matter could be solved with a single saber strike, why go to the trouble of doing all these flashy things?

Tang Hao's pupils constricted.

He maintained absolute vigilance.

He watched the chrysanthemum petals dancing across the sky without blinking.

His scalp could not help but feel a little numb.

His breathing also began to be held silently at this moment.

Not far away, Native Yueguan also felt his scalp go numb.

Watching the chrysanthemum offensive used by Jirou Yueguan, a very familiar feeling sprouted in the depths of his heart.

"This feeling..."

"How is it so similar to my ninth soul skill?"

Native Yueguan was somewhat puzzled.

His ninth soul skill was: Chrysanthemum Remnant, Wounds All Over the Ground, Flowers Fall and Hearts Break.

Similarly, it also used the petals of the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to carry out attacks, and every single petal was enough to tear a person apart.

But at this moment...

Compared to the chrysanthemum petals of Jirou Yueguan.

As a professional who played with flowers, Native Yueguan recognized at a glance that these blood-red chrysanthemum petals were several times faster than his own.

With the increase in speed, the lethality naturally increased as well.

Observing these closely, Native Yueguan realized it belatedly as he looked at the blood-red chrysanthemum petals dancing across the sky.

In a trance, a feeling of sudden enlightenment sprouted in his heart.

"If I could also control the trajectory and speed of my martial soul petals just like this guy, perhaps my strength could also reach a higher level?"

"However, how can one make the falling speed of the petals faster? And this level of control—these petals all seem to have their own consciousness; that is also not simple at all!"

Native Yueguan was very astonished.

The more he pondered this matter, the more he was unable to figure out the reason behind it.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Just as he was filled with confusion.

At the location where Tang Hao was, blood-red chrysanthemum petals had already shuttled past his sides for who knew how many rounds.

Every round of shuttling brought up clusters of blood flowers on his body.

Within a few breaths, Tang Hao supported himself with one hand on the Clear Sky Hammer, and the Clear Sky Hammer smashed heavily into the ground.

All over his body, his black robes were torn into many openings.

From every opening, bright red blood dripped down.

It was obvious that, facing the tool of Jirou Yueguan's blood-red chrysanthemum petals, he was somewhat overmatched and parrying very strenuously.

Not only that, but even the Clear Sky Hammer had white marks appearing on it, all of which were traces left by the brushing of the chrysanthemum petals.

"He really is fierce!"

"Tang Hao can actually be suppressed and beaten; if he had really wanted to make a move back then, I'm afraid I would already be a corpse by now, right?"

Native Yueguan realized.

Recalling the daytime, he had still wanted to make a move against Jirou Yueguan.

At that time, it had only taken one move for him to be almost KO'd by Jirou Yueguan.

Now that he truly saw an overwhelming battle, he completely understood that the two of them were simply not on the same level.

Native Guimei also nodded: "That's right, the strength of these two guys is unfathomable, especially this person who is similar to you."

"However, that guy who looks similar to me hasn't made a move at all; I don't know if the gap between his strength and mine is large."

Tianwu Guimei glanced at Native Guimei.

He heard every word Native Guimei said.

The corners of his eyes and his brows twitched slightly.

"Old Guan, don't forget the agreement you and I made at the beginning; don't play this person to death, otherwise I won't have a way to make my move."

"You've had your fun, it's time for me to take the stage next."

Tianwu Guimei snorted, stepped into the air, and walked toward the positions of Jirou Yueguan and Tang Hao.

As he walked, he had already released his soul power from his body to restrain Jirou Yueguan.

Jirou Yueguan was somewhat unhappy, but seeing the serious look on Tianwu Guimei's face, a look of indignation appeared on his own.

"Forget it, since this guy is already heavily injured, I'll let you have a taste as well!" Jirou Yueguan was somewhat dissatisfied.

Looking over, he saw that Tang Hao had already become a bloody person, and he snorted ungraciously.

Hearing this, Tianwu Guimei gave a grunt, hovered in the air before Tang Hao, and slowly activated his martial soul.

Native Yueguan and Native Guimei's eyelids twitched.

Seeing Tianwu Guimei enter the fray, the two were momentarily at a loss for words to describe the situation.

What a guy!

Jirou Yueguan had just made his move.

Now someone else was taking over immediately; they were taking turns trying to wear Tang Hao down to nothing!

The veins on Tang Hao's forehead were bulging.

Hearing Tianwu Guimei speak like that, he only felt he had been humiliated.

However...

As Tianwu Guimei activated his martial soul.

Looking at the overwhelming black curtain before him, his pupils suffered another massive earthquake.

"You want to use a war of attrition to exhaust me to death! I will not let you get your wish!"

"Even if your strength is quite extraordinary, if I want to leave, you have absolutely no way to stop me!"

"Clear Sky Secret Technique! Exploding Ring!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath.

With a roaring low growl, the nine Spirit Rings on his body bloomed instantly.

Subsequently, the light on the first Spirit Ring and the second Spirit Ring began to flash violently, and after the flashes, they turned into scattered fragments that spread in all directions.

The power from the exploding Spirit Rings poured back into his body.

In an instant, the aura on Tang Hao's body was significantly enhanced.

Enjoying the boost in strength, Tang Hao soared into the sky, having found it very difficult to trade blows with Jirou Yueguan.

Swapped with a Tianwu Guimei, he was somewhat uncertain and only wanted to leave temporarily.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood.

Tianwu Guimei looked indifferently at Tang Hao's appearance, seeing the moment the Spirit Rings exploded:

"Exploding Ring? Don't you know we have all specifically trained in abilities to counter such methods?"

"His Majesty once said that Spirit Rings possess powerful strength, and if utilized well, they can be a trump card."

"You, a member of the Clear Sky Sect, want to run away in front of us who have specifically trained for this? You must pay a price!"

"Besides, I want to make a move, yet you want to run; you haven't pleased me yet!"

Tianwu Guimei said coldly.

Watching Tang Hao soar into the sky and dash far away.

A cold, sharp light flashed through his eyes, and the nightmare-like black curtain expanded instantly.

No matter how far Tang Hao ran, he simply covered him within it: "Want to use Exploding Ring to run! Not a chance!"

(End of this chapter)