Douluo's Destiny-Defying Demon Soul

The day Tang San crushed Douluo's sky, what he held in his hand was not the Clear Sky Hammer, but Bibi Dong's Pope Mianqi; what he stepped on was not Blue Silver Grass, but Xiao Wu's blood-stained rabbit fur. The twin martial spirits were once a joke - the Blue Silver Grass could not tie the ankles of the traitors, and the Clear Sky Hammer could not smash the masks of the hypocrites. Until the [Ten Thousand Demons Devouring System] tears apart the soul, whoever's neck the Bluesilver Grass wraps around will have to kneel down and donate his flesh and blood; whose bones and blood are stained by the Clear Sky Hammer, whose martial soul will be a slave forever. He chewed the wings of the angel god, soaked the trident of the sea god, and crushed all those who said he was "nothing" into nutrients for the devil's core. "Tang San, you have fallen." "Oh? Then guess what, will the next person I nail to the dome of Wuhun Palace be a god or a dog?"