Chapter 406: Sea God's Sixth Trial, Defeat High Priestess!
If not for Tang Chuan's interference, if not for the situation turning around time and again, Bibi Dong should have been a formidable enemy he had to face. But now, she stood before him.
No more ambition.
No more hatred.
No more consciousness.
Just an Undead Titled Douluo combat unit.
Tang San slowly raised his hand.
"Kneel."
A flash of gray light appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.
The next moment, she actually knelt on one knee.
Tang San's mouth curled up slowly.
"What of the Pope?"
"What of the Rakshasa Legacy successor?"
"Now, you are just my pawn."
The third Soul core, dark gold.
Dai Mubai.
After the Martial Soul river poured into the core, a low tiger roar resounded through the ancient battlefield.
Within the dark golden light, a burly figure slowly coalesced.
The White Tiger Martial Soul appeared behind him.
Blonde hair, heterochromatic eyes, a strong physique.
Once one of the Shrek monsters, the Star Luo Prince, Dai Mubai—only, the current Dai Mubai had skin tinged with deathly gray, empty eyes, and was wrapped in a dense aura of the undead.
Nine illusory Soul Rings appeared.
The pressure of a White Tiger Titled Douluo level erupted.
Tang San looked at him, a trace of mockery appearing in his eyes.
"Boss Dai."
"Didn't you always like standing in front of me before?"
"Now, you can finally stand in front of me forever."
Dai Mubai did not answer.
He just stood up silently and walked behind Tang San.
The fourth Soul core, crimson.
Ma Hongjun.
When he was resurrected, the flames on the altar suddenly surged.
That was not the Phoenix true fire.
It was undead ghost fire polluted by Rakshasa divine force.
A fat yet tall figure walked out from the firelight interlaced with crimson and ghostly green.
The phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix spread its wings.
But that Phoenix was no longer sacred, nor was it blazing.
Its feathers were gray and dull, its eye sockets empty, and its whole body burned with ghostly green undead flames.
Ma Hongjun opened his eyes.
There was no consciousness in them either.
Nine Soul Rings appeared, and the aura of a Titled Douluo was released with a bang.
Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun and said softly:
"Fatty."
"Weren't you the most afraid of death?"
"It's good now."
"You will never die again."
Ma Hongjun stood quietly beside Dai Mubai, like a silent flaming corpse puppet.
The fifth Soul core, earth yellow.
Tai Long.
His resurrection was not as astonishing as Dai Mubai's and Ma Hongjun's, but it was more brutal.
Countless Soul Power poured into it, and a figure with knotted muscles stepped off the altar.
The Bloodline of the Strength Clan turned into gray-white patterns on his body.
The Great Ape Martial Soul appeared, and nine illusory Soul Rings rose.
Although his talent should not have reached Titled Douluo, under the forced accumulation of the rakshasa altar, his strength was abruptly raised to the Titled Douluo level.
The price was that he completely lost his self.
Tang San looked at Tai Long and said indifferently:
"You followed me before because of admiration."
"Now you follow me because you have no other choice."
"This is also fine."
The sixth Soul core, golden chrysanthemum color.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.
Golden petals fluttered down from above the altar.
But those petals were no longer soft and beautiful; their edges were blackened, carrying the aura of death.
A slender figure slowly emerged.
Yue Guan still maintained the enchanting and handsome face he had in life.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul bloomed in his palm, but the flower petals were withered and yellow, the flower heart pitch black, like a death flower blooming on a grave.
Nine Soul Rings rose.
The aura of a Titled Douluo permeated the air.
Tang San glanced at him.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo."
"An Elder of Spirit Hall, now also under my command."
Yue Guan lowered his head hollowly and stood behind Tang San.
The seventh Soul core, pitch black.
Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.
This time, the altar did not erupt with strong light.
Only a shadow rose from the ground.
The shadow stretched, twisted, and finally turned into a black-robed figure with almost no physical entity.
Gui Mei's resurrection was closest to the essence of the undead.
His body was half-illusory and half-real, as if he could merge into the darkness at any time.
The Ghost Martial Soul and the power of the undead perfectly fused, making his aura even more eerie than before he died.
Nine Soul Rings appeared faintly in the shadow.
Tang San finally showed satisfaction in his eyes.
"Very good."
"With you, I can secretly harvest more Souls."
Gui Mei made no sound, just turned into a black shadow and knelt at Tang San's feet.
Thus.
The seven great undead were all resurrected.
Xiao Wu.
Bibi Dong.
Dai Mubai.
Ma Hongjun.
Tai Long.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Ghost Douluo.
They stood quietly behind Tang San.
Every one of them possessed the aura of a Titled Douluo level.
Every one of them had no consciousness.
Every one of them only listened to Tang San's orders.
On the ancient battlefield, the yin wind whistled, and the auras of the seven Undead Titled Douluo intertwined, actually turning the entire sky gray-white.
Tang San stood in front of them, his black robe rustling.
At this moment, he was finally no longer alone.
He had regained his companions.
Although these companions could not speak.
Could not laugh.
Could not refute.
Could not betray.
And would never look at him with disappointed eyes again.
Tang San turned around and looked at Xiao Wu.
He slowly walked to her and reached out to touch her cold face.
"Xiao Wu."
"Look."
"Everyone is back."
"Boss Dai, Fatty, Tai Long."
"And the powerful enough Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo."
"From today on, no one can stop me anymore."
Xiao Wu stood hollowly.
No response.
Tang San, however, seemed to not see her abnormality at all, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"You are just too tired."
"Wait until I kill Tang Chuan."
"Wait until I become the true Rakshasa God."
"I will definitely make you wake up."
Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Tang Chuan is still on Sea God Island."
"He thinks he can slowly complete the Sea God Legacy and slowly return to the continent to settle scores with me."
"But he doesn't know."
"When he returns, the entire continent will become my rakshasa altar."
Tang San held the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe high.
The seven Undead Titled Douluo raised their heads simultaneously.
Around the altar, the remaining Martial Soul river poured crazily into their bodies.
Their auras climbed again.
Although they still had not broken through to the Divine Rank, they were already far stronger than ordinary Titled Douluo.
Especially Bibi Dong and Ghost Douluo; the former had already come into contact with Rakshasa Divine Power, and now after becoming an undead, her adaptation to the Rakshasa Domain was almost perfect.
The latter became even more eerie in the state of death.
He could even sneak into shadows and attack Souls directly.
Tang San looked at them, his voice cold and majestic.
"From now on."
"Bibi Dong, lead Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to the old site of the Spirit Empire."
"I want the Souls of all the rebels there."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, head to the Star Luo border."
"Any city flying the Star Luo flag, slaughter them all."
"Xiao Wu..."
Tang San paused and looked at the pink figure.
His voice became gentle again.
"You follow me, we are going to Heaven Dou."
"There, there are more people who can help you recover."
The seven undead did not hesitate at all.
Gray-white Soul fire ignited in their eyes.
The next moment, they all knelt on one knee simultaneously.
"Roar—"
That was not a human response.
It was the submission of the undead to their master.
Tang San smiled with satisfaction.
He looked up into the distance.
There, was the most prosperous area of the Douluo Continent.
Once, he grew up there.
Met companions there.
Was called a Genius there.
And was also there, having his light stolen by Tang Chuan time and again.
Now, he was going back.
Bringing death.
Bringing the undead.
Bringing the Rakshasa legion capable of overturning the continent.
Tang San whispered,
"Tang Chuan."
"You can save one person, you can save one city."
"But can you save the entire Douluo Continent?"
"I will let you watch with your own eyes."
"Everything you care about will become my power."
The voice fell.
The Rakshasa Space cracked open.
Tang San took Xiao Wu's cold hand and stepped into it slowly. Behind him, the seven Undead Titled Douluo split into several black shadows and swept toward different directions of the Douluo Continent.
After this night.
There was no peace in the cities of the continent.
And Tang Chuan was still on Sea God Island.
Above Sea God Island, the azure sky was dyed golden red by the rosy clouds.
The sea breeze blew across the Ring Sea, bringing up layers of ripples. In the distance, Sea God Mountain stood towering. At the top of the mountain, the Sea God Temple stood quietly among the clouds, like a divine palace overlooking the ocean.
In front of the seven Sacred Pillars, the sound of waves hitting the reefs came one after another.
The once peaceful and tranquil Sea God Island was now shrouded in an indescribable sense of oppression.
Sea Dragon Douluo, Sea Maiden Douluo—the Sacred Pillar Guardians—almost simultaneously looked up at the distant sea surface.
There, a cyan-gold light was breaking through the air.
Wherever the light passed, the sea parted, and the waves bowed.
It was as if someone was not returning from the sea, but the entire ocean was welcoming a new master.
"He's back."
Sea Dragon Douluo's voice was low, with complex shock in his eyes.
Sea Maiden Douluo gently gripped the black flute in her hand and muttered,
"Such a strong aura... It's much stronger than before he left."
They all knew that Tang Chuan went to hunt the Evil Spirit Orca King this time.
That was a Ferocious beast in the sea.
Even among them, the Sacred Pillar Douluo, no one dared to say they could kill that monster alone.
But now, Tang Chuan was back.
And his aura was not only not weakened but even stronger.
This could only mean one thing.
The Evil Spirit Orca King was already dead.
Boom—
A stream of water shot from afar and finally exploded under Sea God Mountain.
Countless water mists rose.
After the mist dissipated, Tang Chuan slowly walked out. He was dressed in white, with black hair draped over his shoulders, his expression calm, and he looked not the least bit dishevelled after a great battle.
But the seven Sacred Pillar Guardians could clearly feel the deep, almost terrifying power within him. Especially his right arm. Dark red patterns faintly lingered there.
That was not the power of a Soul Ring, but a Soul Bone.
Sea Dragon Douluo's pupils shrank slightly.
"The Soul Bone of the Evil Spirit Orca King..."
Sea Horse Douluo couldn't help but gasp.
The Evil Spirit Orca King was not only dead, but even its Soul Bone had fallen into Tang Chuan's hands.
Tang Chuan ignored everyone's shock.
He just looked up at the top of Sea God Mountain.
There, a red figure had been waiting quietly.
High Priestess.
The High Priest of Sea God Island, a level 99 super Douluo, stood in front of the Sea God Temple, her red dress moving with the wind, holding the scepter symbolizing the Sea God's will in her hand.
Her gaze fell on Tang Chuan, and a flash of complexity crossed her eyes.
"You are back."
Tang Chuan took a step.
The next moment, his figure had already appeared on the mountainside of Sea God Mountain.
Another step.
He arrived in front of the Sea God Temple.
The seven Sacred Pillar Douluo watched this scene, their hearts all shaken.
This speed was already beyond what ordinary Titled Douluo could understand.
Tang Chuan stopped in front of High Priestess and said calmly,
"The Evil Spirit Orca King is dead."
High Priestess nodded gently.
"I know."
She looked up at the distant sea. Since the fall of the Evil Spirit Orca King, the fierce aura that had shrouded the Sea of Death for many years had begun to dissipate.
For Sea God Island, this should have been a major event worth celebrating.
But High Priestess could not laugh at this moment because she knew very well that after Tang Chuan completed the Evil Spirit Orca King mission, the next person he had to face was her.
The Sea God's Sixth Trial.
Defeat the High Priest of Sea God Island, High Priestess.
She could not avoid this assessment.
Tang Chuan could not avoid it either.
The sea breeze passed through the temple stone pillars, making a low whimpering sound.
High Priestess slowly raised her scepter.
In an instant, the seawater around the entire Sea God Mountain boiled.
The Ring Sea surged with hundred-foot giant waves.
On Sea God Mountain, blue-gold light soared into the sky.
The pressure belonging to a level 99 super Douluo instantly shrouded the entire Sea God Island.
The seven Sacred Pillar Guardians retreated one after another.
They knew that this battle was not something they could intervene in.
High Priestess looked at Tang Chuan, her voice solemn.
"Tang Chuan, the Sea God's Sixth Trial, officially begins."
"Defeat me."
"And you can continue to the Seventh Trial."
Tang Chuan nodded.
"Excuse me."
The words fell, and the Soul Rings around his body slowly appeared.
Once the nine Soul Rings came out, the entire Sea God Mountain seemed to be pressed down a bit, especially that golden Soul Ring, the aura it emitted made the expressions of the seven Sacred Pillar Douluo change in unison.
High Priestess's eyes were slightly dignified. Even though she had long known that Tang Chuan was powerful, when she truly faced him, she still felt an unprecedented pressure.
This was not suppression at the level, but a gap at the Origin level.
Tang Chuan stood there, just like a boundless sea of life.
Unfathomable.
High Priestess did not test him.
Facing the current Tang Chuan, any test was meaningless.
She pointed her scepter heavily at the ground.
"Sea God Domain!"
Boom!
The ocean power of the entire Sea God Island gathered toward her at this moment.
The blue-gold Domain unfolded instantly.
Above the firmament, it was as if a huge Sea God phantom slowly opened its eyes. Endless seawater surged from all directions, turning into blue-gold dragons, pouncing toward Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan did not retreat; he just raised his right hand.
In his palm, a Blue Silver Grass swayed gently.
The next moment, cyan-gold light spread from under his feet.
"Life Domain."
"All Martial Souls Born."
On Sea God Mountain, in the cracks of the rocks, stalks of Blue Silver Grass broke through the soil. They swayed against the sea breeze, looking weak, but the moment they appeared, they changed the aura of the entire Sea God Mountain.
The Sea God Domain was the majesty of the ocean.
The Life Domain was the Foundation of all things.
The moment the two Domains collided, there was no explosion as imagined.
Instead, the whole world became quiet for a moment.
Subsequently, those blue-gold water dragons pouncing toward Tang Chuan suddenly slowed down in mid-air.
Within the water dragons, cyan-gold patterns spread.
They were not destroyed.
Instead, they were forcibly rewritten by Tang Chuan's Life Domain.
The originally violent seawater began to become docile.
High Priestess's pupils shrank slightly.
"He can even influence the ocean power in the Sea God Domain?"
She dared not be careless and waved her scepter again.
"Seagod's Light!"
A brilliant blue-gold beam of light descended from the sky.
The light was vast, sacred, and carried the majesty of the Sea God Legacy, directly shrouding Tang Chuan.
This attack was not just attacking the Physical Body, but also suppressing the Martial Soul.
If it were an ordinary Titled Douluo, I am afraid that the moment the Seagod's Light fell, their will would be shattered, and they would kneel on the ground.
But Tang Chuan just raised his head slightly, and the Sea God mark on his brow lit up.
Immediately after, the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, the million year spirit ring, and the Life Domain three powers operated simultaneously.
The Seagod's Light fell on him but did not suppress him.
Instead, it seemed to be absorbed by his body in part.
A faint blue-gold color appeared in Tang Chuan's eyes.
"Seagod's Light is useless against me."
High Priestess was silent for a moment.
She understood that Tang Chuan had obtained too high a Sea God affinity through the previous trials.
The Seagod's Light could not only not truly hurt him, but would instead strengthen the connection between him and the Sea God divine force. This battle was not fair from the beginning.
But the trial was a trial, and she had to go all out.
Behind High Priestess, nine Soul Rings lit up simultaneously.
The last red Soul Ring erupted with dazzling light.
"Ninth Spirit Skill."
"Sea God Descends."
Rumble—
The Ring Sea around Sea God Mountain rioted completely.
Countless seawater rushed into the sky, condensing into a thousand-foot-high Sea God phantom behind High Priestess.
That phantom held a trident, wore divine armor, and looked down at Tang Chuan.
The terrifying Divine Might pressed down.
The seven Sacred Pillar Douluo turned pale and knelt on one knee one after another.
This was one of High Priestess's strongest Martial Soul abilities. With the help of the power of Sea God Island and the Sea God Temple, she could erupt with power close to a demigod for a short time.
High Priestess hovered in front of the Sea God phantom, her red dress flying, and the blue-gold light in her eyes was brilliant.
"Tang Chuan."
"Take this blow."
"If you can not retreat half a step, the Sixth Trial will be considered passed."
(End of chapter)
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