Chapter 88: 88.Chapter 88 Haotian Falls, Ten Million Fortunes!

88. Chapter 88 Haotian Falls, Ten Million Fortunes!

A pitch-black large hammer appeared in Tang Hao's hand, and nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The aura of a Title Douluo spread out instantly.

Dai Xiyu quietly looked at Tang Hao, his expression unchanged.

Tang Hao felt surprised by Dai Xiyu's calmness, but at the same time he sensed it was becoming troublesome.

The fact that he could withstand the pressure of a Title Douluo shows he is likely also a Title Douluo powerhouse.

Considering his youthful appearance, he might even be a super expert above rank ninety-seven.

Upon reaching Super Douluo and above, a soul master's appearance becomes younger as their cultivation grows.

Thus, those Absolute Douluo who have lived over a hundred years look like young adults just coming of age.

Since the opponent is a strong one, we can't wait any longer.

Among equals, striking first is strongest!

Thinking this, Tang Hao immediately gripped the Haotian Hammer, preparing to use a soul skill.

However, at this very moment.

Tang Hao suddenly felt that his body could not move.

The soul skill he was about to use also fell silent, unable to be released.

Immediately after, an even more shocking scene appeared before Tang Hao.

His Haotian Hammer actually retracted into his body on its own, and the soul rings vanished along with it.

What's happening?

The sudden situation left Tang Hao's forehead drenched in cold sweat.

In a battle of this level, retracting one's martial soul is almost like washing one's neck clean and offering it to the opponent for slaughter.

Tang Hao could almost see himself suffering heavy injuries and retreating.

But Dai Xiyu, contrary to Tang Hao's expectations, did not make a move.

He stepped before Tang Hao, still with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Tell me, where are Tang San and Xiao Wu?"

Tang Hao snorted coldly in his heart at Dai Xiyu's behavior.

If something could be asked just by speaking, he might as well just commit suicide.

However, in the next instant, Tang Hao widened his eyes in horror.

His mouth and throat, uncontrollably, began to speak on their own.

"Tang San... hid himself... I don't even know where... Xiao Wu ran away long ago... We weren't paying attention back then..."

After saying that, Tang Hao's heart was filled with great shock.

His gaze toward Dai Xiyu was like looking at a flood-beast.

"You... you are... a god?!"

Indeed, in Tang Hao's view, such an ability to forcibly control others without releasing a martial soul could only be divine power.

Dai Xiyu did not answer; instead, he sighed regretfully.

"It seems I won't be able to find him in the short term. Never mind, let him live a bit longer; I will settle accounts with him sooner or later."

With over a hundred million fortunes, if Tang San runs, he cannot be found.

Unless, my own fortune surpasses his.

Dai Xiyu silently calculated.

According to the fortune from the last time I saw Tang San, subtract the fortune that was later plundered.

After calculation, Tang San's remaining fortune at this time should be around 160 million.

In one month's time, I have already plundered 40 million of his fortune.

"As expected of the Son of Fortune, his risk-aversion is maxed out—he can even sell out his own father."

Dai Xiyu shook his head and looked at Tang Hao.

"Our grudge has no right or wrong; the victor is king, the loser is bandit. I suppose you have already prepared yourself to die."

Dai Xiyu never considered himself particularly just.

In this world of Douluo Continent, where is there any justice?

Tang San's repeated talk of justice is merely an excuse for his own hegemony.

Only hypocritical villains use justice to disguise their private desires.

Tang Hao still unwilling to give up, mobilized all the soul power in his body, constantly struggling.

However, under the control of the million-year-old skull, even if he is a rank ninety-six Super Douluo, it is of no avail.

Dai Xiyu looked at Tang Hao, expressionless, and said, "Sever the right arm."

Dai Xiyu's words were like a divine decree; Tang Hao's idle left hand immediately drew a cleaver.

Under horrified gazes, he fiercely chopped down at his own right shoulder.

"Pfft!"

A wail rang out; Tang Hao's right arm was severed at the root, and the whole arm fell to the ground.

At the same time, a crystalline soul bone separated from his arm.

Dai Xiyu continued, "Sever the left leg."

Tang Hao's eyes no longer held any arrogance, replaced by endless fear.

Having one's life controlled by another is the most terrifying thing.

Before he could even think, Tang Hao already felt intense pain.

The whole leg on his left side was also cut off at the root by himself.

Another soul bone was peeled out from within.

"Right leg."

This time, Dai Xiyu said only two words, and Tang Hao had already swung the broadsword, cutting off his right leg as well.

He howled with his mouth, but it could not interrupt his body's movements.

Dai Xiyu stepped forward, looking down at Tang Hao, who had become shorter.

If Dai Xiyu were not hiding his strength, if Dai Xiyu did not possess the Golden Cicada Shell soul skill.

Then he would have long been turned into a puddle of flesh under Tang Hao's hammer.

And now is the time to settle the grudge.

Dai Xiyu originally did not want to act himself, so he used a soul bone to control Tang Hao.

Now Tang Hao has only one arm left, and can no longer sever it himself.

Dai Xiyu could only bend down and take the broadsword from Tang Hao's hand.

He looked at this middle-aged man indifferently and said coldly:

"Farewell, Haotian Battle Spirit. I will quickly send your son to meet you."

At this moment, Tang Hao's heart was like dead ashes, knowing he was surely doomed to die.

He looked at Dai Xiyu filled with hatred, greedily drawing in his last breath.

"Victors become kings, losers become bandits—what fear is there in death! Eighteen years later I'll still be a hero; in my next life I will surely kill you with my own hands!"

After Tang Hao finished his last words, Dai Xiyu expressionlessly raised his blade and struck.

One blow severed Tang Hao's neck, his head rolling to the ground.

The second flash cut off Tang Hao's remaining left arm.

The mighty Haotian Battle Spirit of a generation ended up as a dismembered corpse.

Just at the moment Tang Hao's head hit the ground.

Before Dai Xiyu's eyes, a special prompt appeared.

【Successfully harvested Tang Hao's fortune +12610801】

After Tang Hao's death, six soul bones appeared on the ground.

The Haotian Battle Spirit who could take on three opponents and turn the tables on two was indeed worth a fortune, and all six soul bones allowed him to collect a complete set.

Moreover, each soul bone is at least fifty thousand years old.

This is Dai Xiyu's first time slaying a fortune's child whose fortune exceeds ten million.

But it will certainly not be the last.

After collecting all the soul bones, Dai Xiyu dug a grave and buried Tang Hao inside.

Although they were enemies, after all he was a prominent figure, and he had contributed so much fortune to me.

Dai Xiyu did not want his corpse to lie exposed in the wilderness after death.

As for a stele, he couldn't be bothered to erect one.

Tang Hao's soul bones, though extremely precious to the entire continent,

but Dai Xiyu looked down on them all, directly storing them in the system warehouse.

He turned his head, the snowy white wings on his back unfurled, and Dai Xiyu shot up into the sky in an instant. (End of chapter)