Chapter 4: Meeting Tang Hao Again, Fellow Daoist, It Would Be Better Not to Be Impulsive Again

It is currently the start of the school season, and as the only junior soul master academy in Nuoding City, there is the Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

The academy entrance is crowded with many new students and their families who have come to register; most of the family members are friends and relatives accompanying the new students to apply to the Nuoding Soul Master Academy, and there are also many passersby who have come to watch.

Zhexian's figure stops outside the Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the rugged man rushing toward him.

The other party is draped in a tattered, coarse cloth garment, his face covered in stubble, his eyes filled with rage and madness, as if he were an enraged beast.

How inexplicable...

Zhexian does not even want to say anything in his heart.

"Where did you take A Yin?!" Tang Hao's voice explodes like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

His fists are tightly clenched, the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer flickering behind him, and a violent surge of soul power sweeps over instantly.

Zhexian frowns slightly, his figure flashing lightly, avoiding Tang Hao's charge like a phantom. His movements are elegant and composed, as if Tang Hao's attack were merely a breeze brushing his face, posing no threat at all.

"A Yin?" Zhexian's voice remains indifferent, carrying a trace of faint confusion, "Are you talking about that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor?"

Tang Hao's pupils shrink suddenly, the fury in his eyes almost erupting. He stares fixedly at Zhexian, his voice low and hoarse: "You really do know! Six years ago, it was you who took A Yin away! Where is she now?!"

Tang Hao's roar echoes outside the Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy; the surrounding parents and students look over one after another, and upon feeling that violent surge of soul power, many change color and hurriedly back away.

"A Title Douluo powerhouse!"

"A crown-bearing lord has actually appeared in Nuoding City?!"

"Run, a battle at the Title Douluo level is not something we can watch!"

"Go quickly and notify the City Lord."

Zhexian's expression remains indifferent, his gaze looking calmly at Tang Hao, as if the other party's rage has nothing to do with him.

He waves his sleeve lightly and says indifferently: "Since you want to know the whereabouts of that Blue Silver Emperor, then follow me. This place is not suitable for fighting."

Before his words even fade, Zhexian's figure has already turned into a white shadow, darting toward the Hunting Forest outside Nuoding City. His speed is extremely fast, like a streak of light, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

Seeing this, Tang Hao pursues without hesitation. His figure is like a black lightning bolt, the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer flickering behind him, and the violent soul power fluctuations cause the surrounding air to tremble.

The two, one after the other, soon arrive deep within the Hunting Forest.

In the forest, ancient trees reach the sky, branches and leaves are lush, and sunlight spills through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

Zhexian's figure stops on a cherry blossom tree, his back to Tang Hao, the Jade Flute in his hand turning lightly, as if waiting for something.

Tang Hao follows closely behind, landing opposite Zhexian, the Clear Sky Hammer already in his hand, thunderous light flashing on the hammer head, as if he were a beast ready to pounce.

"Where is A Yin?!" Tang Hao's voice is low and hoarse, his eyes full of rage and anxiety.

Zhexian turns around slowly, looking at Tang Hao with a calm gaze, and says indifferently: "She is in a safe place. However, your current state does not seem suitable for seeing her."

"Enough nonsense!" Tang Hao roars, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swinging violently, and a violent surge of soul power heads straight for Zhexian.

Zhexian blows the flute lightly, a soft melody floating up over the forest, and strands of pink petals permeate the forest, like a rain of flowers.

Pink butterflies fly into the sea of pink flowers, dancing gracefully; the scene is beautiful and dreamlike.

Yet at this moment, Tang Hao's attack has already reached three feet in front of Zhexian, about to blast toward him.

Just at this critical moment, Zhexian's footsteps move slightly, and he dodges this attack as if by Teleportation.

Before Tang Hao can react, there seems to be some movement in the surrounding cherry blossom trees.

Following that, dense swarms of black god-insects emerge, rushing toward Tang Hao and covering the sky and earth.

Each of these black god-insects is slightly larger than a mouse, brightly colored, pitch-black all over, and equipped with sharp fangs by their mouths.

They surge toward Tang Hao like a tide.

"Damn it, what exactly are these things?" Tang Hao curses under his breath and immediately circulates his soul power to enlarge the Clear Sky Hammer.

He lifts the Clear Sky Hammer and smashes it down fiercely, a massive phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer shrouding the area.

"Boom—!!"

The swarm of black god-insects is scattered by the Clear Sky Hammer, but they quickly regroup and continue to rush toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao gasps for air, his gaze locked firmly on Zhexian, who is playing the flute in the distance.

Strands of petals surround his body.

Sensing Tang Hao's murderous gaze, Zhexian smiles slightly and puts down the flute in his hand.

"I have laid out this place for many years; fellow Daoist, it would be better not to be impulsive again."

Tang Hao's expression becomes even gloomier; he did not expect Zhexian's strength to be so formidable.

He takes a deep breath, the soul power within his body surging wildly, and nine Soul Rings appear beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—the light of the nine Soul Rings illuminating the entire forest.

"Ninth Soul Skill—Haotian World Destruction!" Tang Hao roars, the Clear Sky Hammer growing larger instantly, a terrifying surge of soul power erupting from the hammer head, as if it would destroy the entire world.

Zhexian's brow furrows slightly; sensing the power of this strike from Tang Hao, he dares not be careless.

He waves the Jade Flute in his hand lightly, and petals of faint Immortal Qi swirl around him, forming an invisible barrier.

"Oh? Is the target me?"

No matter how the army of black god-insects harasses Tang Hao, Tang Hao continues to charge toward Zhexian.

When he approaches within three meters of Zhexian, the surrounding air suddenly solidifies, and everything comes to a stop.

Zhexian's eyes are slightly closed, as if he has fallen into some peculiar state, and the surrounding scenery is completely frozen. Tang Hao remains in his original charging posture, suspended in mid-air.

Time seems to stagnate at this moment.

A moment later, Zhexian opens his eyes.

"Heaven Horned Ant Precious Technique—Ultimate of Strength!" Zhexian's voice is low and cold, and he throws a punch suddenly, his fist wreathed in faint Immortal Energy, containing infinite power.

Tang Hao's reaction is extremely fast; he turns instantly, blocking with the Clear Sky Hammer in front of him.

However, Zhexian's fist, as if crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, sends the Clear Sky Hammer flying directly.

"Bang—"

The Clear Sky Hammer is knocked from his grasp and smashes heavily into the ground, emitting a loud noise.

Tang Hao's body was also shaken by this terrifying force, causing him to retreat repeatedly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You..." Tang Hao's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. He had not expected Zhexian's physical strength to be so terrifying, to the point that even the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the continent's number one tool martial soul, could not withstand it.

"How is this possible!"

Even the former Pope Qian Xunji would not dare to do such a thing, right?!

The phantom of the Heaven Horned Ant behind Zhexian slowly dissipated, and he returned once again to his elegant temperament.

"If you can truly escape this forest, I will spare your life."

After Zhexian finished speaking, he left this place.

After he left, that swarm of Black God Insects rioted once again, rushing toward Tang Hao one after another.

(End of this chapter)