Chapter 430: The Rakshasa God Attacks?
A golden Wheel of Judgment descended from the sky. Tang San had just crawled out of the crater when he was enveloped by that terrifying Holy Light. The Sun True Fire burned the Rakshasa Death Qi, scorching directly into his Soul.
"Ah——!"
Tang San finally let out a miserable scream. Charred cracks appeared all over his skin, and his Rakshasa Divine Power evaporated frantically like shadows under a scorching sun.
Immediately after, he hurriedly activated the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, which transformed into a dark green barrier to protect his body.
But Di Tian and Tang Chuan approached simultaneously.
Di Tian's Dragon Claw condensed black-gold destructive light once again.
Tang Chuan swept his Sea God Trident, and the blue-gold, wave-like divine force sealed off Tang San's left and right escape routes.
Under the pincer attack from three sides, Tang San simply could not withstand it. It was not that he wasn't strong; possessing the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, the rakshasa altar, and seventeen Undead Titled Douluo, he was already capable of destroying any faction on the continent.
But the problem was that he was facing Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
Any one of these three was enough to make him extremely wary.
Now that the three had joined forces, it drove him into an unbearable desperate situation.
Boom!
Di Tian's claw descended again. Tang San barely managed to block it with the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, but the impact caused his web between his thumb and forefinger to split, and his Soul shook violently.
Tang Chuan followed closely, thrusting his trident. The Sea God Trident sliced through Tang San's shoulder, and the blue-gold divine force surged into the wound like a tide, suppressing his Rakshasa Soul Power.
Qian Renxue slashed down with her sword, and the Sun True Fire exploded behind Tang San, blasting him away. He slammed heavily into the boundary sealed by the Sun True Fire, then bounced back to the center of the battlefield.
He immediately fell to his knees, blood continuously flowing from his mouth.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was stuck beside him, its blade trembling slightly.
Cracks had already appeared in his Soul.
Those cracks were not visible to the naked eye, but they existed truly in the depths of his spiritual Origin.
Every time Di Tian's Dragon God Claw descended, every time the Sea God Trident suppressed him, and every time the Sun True Fire burned him, his Soul cracks widened by a fraction.
Tang San raised his head, staring fixedly at Tang Chuan, and roared, "Why... why must you all force me?"
Tang Chuan said in a cold voice, "No one forced you to slaughter the city."
"No one forced you to kill people and refine their Souls."
Malice and venom erupted in Tang San's eyes as he continued to roar, "I did all this just to resurrect Xiao Wu and become a god!"
"As long as I become a god, she can truly come back to life!"
Qian Renxue said coldly, "Your so-called resurrection is just turning dead people into obedient Puppets."
Tang San shook his head frantically. "No!" "That's not it!" "You all don't understand. As long as I devour enough Souls, as long as I complete the Rakshasa God Position, she will definitely wake up!"
Speaking to this point, Tang San suddenly raised his hand; he finally stopped holding back.
The rakshasa altar opened with a boom, and streams of grayish-white Soul rivers surged from the depths of the altar.
Those were the Souls he had collected from the city slaughter, which had not yet been fully refined.
Countless departed Souls struggled, cried, and wailed in the Soul rivers.
There were old people, children, soldiers, Soul Masters, and innocent civilians among them.
Those Souls were imprisoned in the rakshasa altar and were supposed to become nourishment for Tang San to attempt the Ninth Trial.
But now, he could not worry about the future.
If he didn't recover soon, he would die here.
Tang San opened his mouth and devoured the Soul rivers like a madman. "Give me power!" "Give me all your power!"
Stream after stream of Souls were forcibly swallowed into his mouth.
Grayish-white Soul Power surged frantically into Tang San's body. His shattered sternum began to heal, the burn marks on his body were covered by Rakshasa Death Qi, and the cracks in his Soul were forcibly filled by a large number of departed Souls.
But this filling was not healing.
It was using countless Souls to forcefully plug the Origin that was about to collapse.
The pain and resentment of those departed Souls rushed into Tang San's mind at the same time.
The rationality in his eyes grew less and less, while the madness grew heavier.
Seeing this scene, intense disgust appeared in Qian Renxue's golden eyes. "He is actually devouring unrefined Souls directly."
Di Tian said in a low voice, "This is drinking poison to quench thirst; those resentful Souls will backlash against him."
Tang Chuan gripped the Sea God Trident, his eyes terrifyingly cold. "No matter how much he devours." "Today, I will make him spit it all out."
As his voice fell, the Blue Silver Emperor beneath Tang Chuan's feet surged again, and countless cyan-gold Blue Silver Grass shot into the sky, turning into an ocean of life that pressed down on Tang San and the rakshasa altar simultaneously.
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Sacred Sword, and the Sun True Fire condensed into a second Sun of Judgment.
Di Tian's Dragon God Claw was raised again, and the black-gold destructive Origin locked onto Tang San's Soul.
Tang San was still devouring Souls frantically.
The aura on his body surged and twisted continuously. Then he raised his head, his face a mess of blood, black Qi, and the power of resentful Souls intertwined, his expression so hideous it didn't look human. "Come on!" "Aren't you trying to kill me?" "I want to see who dies first today!"
The rakshasa altar shook wildly, and the seventeen Undead Titled Douluo simultaneously erupted with even denser Death Qi. On the outer battlefield, all the undead seemed to have been forcibly infused with new power, and their offensive suddenly became even fiercer. But Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian did not show the slightest intention of retreating.
Three distinct yet equally powerful forces pressed down on Tang San simultaneously.
The three-colored divine light illuminated the Star Dou Great Forest. The blue of the Sea God, the gold of the Angel, and the black of the Dragon God.
The three completely different forces pressed toward Tang San at the same instant like three immovable sacred mountains, pinning him tightly in the center of the battlefield.
Tang San roared at the sky, holding the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe horizontally before him, while the phantom of the rakshasa altar behind him trembled frantically. Countless resentful Souls surged from the altar, were forcibly devoured by him, and transformed into rolling Rakshasa Death Qi that poured into his body. But this time, it was a gap that could not be bridged by merely devouring Souls.
Tang Chuan held the Sea God Trident; as the blade descended, the surrounding space collapsed layer by layer like the ocean. The blue-gold Sea God divine force suppressed the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, leaving Tang San without even a chance to tear open space.
Qian Renxue stood high in the sky, her six wings spread, and the Sun True Fire transformed into a golden sun hanging behind her. Every wisp of holy fire that fell burned the Rakshasa Death Qi on Tang San's body.
Di Tian came walking through the air from the other side, the black-gold Dragon God Claw condensing once again. That destructive Origin did not lock onto Tang San's Physical Body, but his Soul.
The three coordinated, giving Tang San almost no chance to catch his breath.
Tang San had just blocked the Sea God Trident with the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe when Qian Renxue's Angelic Sacred Sword slashed from behind. He wanted to rely on the undead army for reinforcements, but on the outer battlefield, all seventeen undead—including Tang Xiao, Bibi Dong, Xiao Wu, and Dai Mubai—were being held back firmly by the Ferocious beasts and the experts of the Priest Hall.
The Tang Xiao undead just wanted to rush toward Tang San when Golden Crocodile Douluo transformed into the Golden Crocodile King and blocked his path. As the Clear Sky Hammer smashed down, the Golden Crocodile King's giant mouth bit onto the hammer's body, and Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, "You are already dead, stop throwing your life away for that beast!"
On the other side, Xiong Jun swung his claws frantically, tearing the undead of Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long to pieces again and again.
Chi Wang pressed the Ma Hongjun undead and Qin Ming undead, rolling them in a sea of fire; his three heads spat out Hell flames simultaneously, burning the undead Origin until it twisted continuously.
Zi Ji and the Bibi Dong undead fought high in the sky; the Hell Demon Dragon's breath and the Twin Spider Emperor's spider silk intertwined and collided, tearing half the sky with purple-black energy.
Ten Thousand Demon King trapped the Flender and Liu Erlong undead with a sea of vines, allowing the death flames to burn, but never letting them escape.
Bi Ji stood at the back, constantly suppressing the Rakshasa Death Qi with the radiance of life, making the recovery speed of those undead significantly slower.
Tang San's retreat path was completely cut off.
"Boom!" The Sea God Trident smashed down again.
Tang San gripped the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe with both hands, blocking this strike head-on, but the next instant, Tang Chuan turned his wrist, and the gem in the center of the trident erupted with blinding blue-gold divine light.
"Sea God Thirteen Halberds, Body and trident as One, Stars Shift and Heavens Turn!" Tang Chuan seemed to transform into a vast ocean, and the trident pressed down forcibly with infinite rotational force.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe trembled violently; Tang San's web between thumb and forefinger split, and the bones in his arms made cracking sounds of being unable to bear the load. Before he could unload the force, Qian Renxue had already slashed down from high in the sky.
"Angelic Divine Skill, Sun's Divine Judgment!"
Golden sword light pierced through heaven and earth.
The phantom of the rakshasa altar behind Tang San immediately raised a purple-black barrier, but when the Sun True Fire landed on the barrier, with only a sizzling sound, a large area of Rakshasa Death Qi was purified on the spot.
The moment the barrier shattered, the sword light slashed Tang San's shoulder.
Blood splattered.
Half of Tang San's body was scorched charred black by the Sun True Fire, and the thick Rakshasa Death Qi surged frantically, wanting to repair the injuries, but was suppressed firmly by the Angelic Holy Fire.
"Ah!" Tang San let out a miserable scream, staggering backward, yet Di Tian had already arrived.
The black-gold Dragon Claw descended from the side, slamming directly into Tang San's chest.
"Dragon God Claw."
These short three words were like a death sentence.
Tang San's face turned deathly pale.
He wanted to dodge, but the Blue Silver Emperor had already entangled his legs.
He wanted to block, but the Sea God Trident had suppressed the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
He could only watch helplessly as that claw landed on him.
Boom—!
Tang San was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air.
At his chest, the old wound previously left by Di Tian was torn wide open, and the new Dragon God power surged into his Meridians like black-gold lightning, causing his Meridians to snap inch by inch and his bones to shatter in large areas.
Even more terrifyingly, his Soul Origin was ruthlessly torn open by the Dragon God Claw, leaving a fissure.
In that instant, Tang San's vision even went blank for a brief moment; he felt as if his Soul were a mirror on the verge of shattering, being incessantly bombarded by three Divine Rank powers.
Finally, he slammed heavily into the ground, creating a massive crater in the earth.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was embedded in the distance, its blade flickering with a dim green light.
Tang San struggled to rise, but the moment he moved, a tearing, excruciating pain erupted within his body.
More than half of his Meridians were severed, and his Soul Power circulation was almost completely chaotic.
Wisps of black blood flowed from his seven orifices.
Tang San raised his head and looked at the slowly approaching Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian, finally revealing unconcealable terror on his face as he trembled, "No... I cannot die..."
"I have not yet become a god..."
"I have not yet resurrected Xiao Wu..."
"How can I die here?!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and the rakshasa altar vibrated once more.
The Soul river that had not yet been fully refined was forcibly extracted from the depths of the altar by him.
Countless dead Souls shrieked as they surged toward Tang San.
Tang San opened his mouth and devoured those Souls frantically.
His wounds began to barely heal.
His severed Meridians were forcibly mended by the power of the resentful Souls.
The cracks in his Soul, which were originally on the verge of collapsing, were also plugged up by countless dead Souls like mud.
However, such recovery was extremely brutal; the resentment of the devoured Souls was too heavy, and their weeping, cursing, and wailing constantly exploded in Tang San's mind.
Tang San's eyes became increasingly insane, and the expression on his face grew more and more twisted.
Tang Chuan watched this scene, the killing intent in his eyes growing colder as he said, "You have lost even your last shred of humanity."
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Sacred Sword, her voice icy, "Then let us send him on his way."
Di Tian did not speak, simply raising his Dragon Claw once more.
The three of them moved simultaneously.
Tang Chuan's Sea God Trident pierced toward the rakshasa altar, Qian Renxue's Sun True Fire locked onto Tang San's Soul, and Di Tian's Dragon God Claw went straight for his heart.
If this strike landed, Tang San would certainly die.
But at that very instant, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe suddenly vibrated violently.
That Divine Artifact, which Tang San had wielded countless times, actually levitated on its own at this moment.
A dim green light erupted from the depths of the blade.
An extremely cold, ancient, and evil aura suddenly descended upon the battlefield.
The moment this aura appeared, the sky over the entire periphery of the Star Dou Great Forest darkened.
The Sun True Fire was suppressed and stalled slightly.
"The aura of a Divinity?!"
Qian Renxue's expression also darkened.
"Rakshasa God?"
Tang Chuan gripped the Sea God Trident tightly, his gaze locked firmly onto the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
On the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, a blurry, purple-black phantom of a woman slowly emerged.
The phantom wore a tattered divine robe, her face stunningly beautiful yet extremely cold, her eyes like two deep, dim green abysses; as she looked down at everyone, it was as if she were looking at a group of lowly ants.
Rakshasa God.
Although it was not her true body descending, it was a remnant Soul of her Divine Thought attached to the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
When Tang San saw that phantom, wild joy instantly erupted in his eyes.
"Lord Rakshasa God!"
"Save me!"
The Rakshasa God phantom looked down at him, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.
But she did not abandon Tang San after all.
Bibi Dong was already dead; her originally most suitable successor had completely degenerated into an undead Puppet, with no possibility of inheriting the God Position anymore.
If Tang San also died here, the Legacy of the Rakshasa God Position in the human world would be completely severed.
She could not let Tang San die, at least not now.
The Rakshasa God slowly raised her head, looking at Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
"A Sea God successor who has not yet become a god."
"An Angel God who has just inherited the God Position."
"A Black Dragon King possessing the Dragon God Bloodline."
"What an impressive lineup."
Qian Renxue said coldly, "Rakshasa God, the God Realm has rules; Divinities must not interfere with the struggles of succession in the Lower Realm."
"Are you going to openly violate the divine rules?"
The Rakshasa God smiled faintly.
"Angel God, you have just become a god, and you already dare to use the rules of the God Realm to pressure me?"
"I am merely a remnant thought."
"Where is the interference in the Lower Realm?"
Tang Chuan said coldly, "If you were merely a remnant thought, you should not have acted."
The Rakshasa God's gaze landed on Tang Chuan; in that instant, Tang Chuan only felt an icy Divine Thought sweep over him, as if it wanted to pry into his Soul.
But the next moment, the Sea God Trident lit up with blue-gold divine light, directly shattering that prying force.
A strange look flashed in the Rakshasa God's eyes.
"The Sea God Trident has already acknowledged its master."
"No wonder Tang San lost so miserably."
She looked down at Tang San, her voice icy, "Trash."
Tang San's body trembled, humiliation flashing in his eyes, but he dared not retort.
The Rakshasa God continued, "However, no matter how much trash he is, he is still the last successor to my Rakshasa God Position."
"You cannot take his life yet."
As her voice fell, the Rakshasa God phantom suddenly spread her arms.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe erupted with unprecedented dim green divine light.
"Rakshasa Divine Skill."
"Ten Thousand Souls Substitute Death, Divine Scythe Breaks the Realm!"
Boom—!
The rakshasa altar behind Tang San suddenly cracked open.
Countless dead Souls he had imprisoned in the depths of the altar were forcibly sacrificed at this moment; before they could even scream, they turned into a grayish-white Soul tide and surged into the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed horizontally across the Void Realm.
This strike was no longer a power Tang San could unleash, but a true Divine Skill.
The space locked down by the Sun True Fire was actually forcibly slashed open, creating a fissure.
Qian Renxue's expression changed, and she immediately slashed with the Angelic Sacred Sword.
"Want to leave?"
The golden sacred sword slashed toward the fissure.
Tang Chuan also acted simultaneously, the Sea God Trident transforming into a blue-gold stream of light, piercing straight at the Rakshasa God phantom.
Di Tian let out an angry roar, and the Dragon God Claw descended once more, attempting to tear the Rakshasa Divine Thought to shreds along with it.
But the Rakshasa God had been prepared.
She waved her hand, and the power of ten thousand Souls transformed into three dim green divine shields.
The first blocked the Angelic Sacred Sword.
The second blocked the Sea God Trident.
The third was torn apart by Di Tian's Dragon God Claw, but it still forcibly slowed the Dragon God Claw by half a beat.
And this half-beat was enough; the Rakshasa God phantom grabbed Tang San's Soul Origin, sweeping his broken body and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe into the fissure simultaneously.
The Undead Titled Douluo behind Tang San were also, under the traction of the rakshasa altar, forcibly transformed into wisps of black mist and quickly submerged into the fissure.
Xiong Jun roared, his Dark Gold Terrorclaw tearing apart half of the Dai Mubai undead's body, yet he still could not stop it from being swept away.
Golden Crocodile Douluo also shattered a Clear Sky Elder undead with one strike, but that undead's core was still forcibly dragged into the spatial fissure by the Rakshasa Divine Power.
In the blink of an eye, Tang San, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, the phantom of the rakshasa altar, and the entire undead army were all pulled into the fissure.
Before the fissure closed, the Rakshasa God phantom looked back at Tang Chuan and the others.
Her gaze was cold and sinister.
"This time, you win."
"But Tang San will not die."
"When he truly inherits the Rakshasa God Position, you will all regret not kneeling and begging for mercy today."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan's eyes were cold; the Sea God Trident thrust out violently, the blue-gold halberd light piercing through the Void Realm, and finally struck a corner of the Rakshasa God phantom before the fissure closed completely.
The Rakshasa God phantom trembled slightly, a blue-gold fissure torn open at her shoulder.
Qian Renxue's Sun True Fire also burned into the fissure, incinerating a portion of the Rakshasa Divine Thought.
The aftermath of Di Tian's Dragon God Claw even left three black-gold claw marks before the space closed.
The next second, the fissure closed with a boom, and Tang San disappeared.
The Rakshasa Death Qi dissipated rapidly.
The entire battlefield fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Xiong Jun was so furious that he smashed the ground with one claw, roaring, "What is going on? He got away again?!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression was also extremely ugly as he grumbled, "A Divinity personally interfering in the Lower Realm; this Rakshasa God is truly shameless."
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, the killing intent not yet dissipated from her golden eyes; just as she was about to speak, Di Tian spoke first, "Kid, do you think the God Realm will handle this matter?"
Tang Chuan slowly retracted the Sea God Trident, looking at the spot where the spatial fissure had just disappeared, and said, "They should. The power she used just now was too obvious."
"Especially since she used a Divine Skill; it is impossible for this to be hidden from the God Realm's Enforcement Divinities."
(End of chapter)