Tang Hao was instantly flooded with a surging, primordial beast-like power that flushed his face a deep, bruised crimson, like a ripe tomato on the verge of bursting. The veins on his forehead and neck bulged like coiled dragons, threatening to pierce his thin, paper-like skin and burst forth to wreak havoc.
His entire body seemed about to be ripped apart by this force of ultimate fury. He trembled violently, every muscle bearing unimaginable pressure, and let out a painful groan.
Then, he unleashed another ultimate technique of the Clear Sky Sect: the Great Clear Sky Hammer. His eyes widened to the point of splitting, blazing as if ready to spit fire. With both hands, he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer like a pair of iron pliers, locking onto the handle with a death grip. The muscles in his arms strained to the absolute limit, bulging like hard rocks, as if channeling every ounce of his might into this single blow.
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