The wind whistled, clothes fluttering. The deep blue war halberd ran through bone and sinew, while the dark gold long spear pierced the center of the brow. Tang San's dimmed eyes reflected Feng Zaixing's cold, determined, and handsome face.
Killing intent materialized, moving through the heart.
"You—do you think everything will be peaceful just by killing me? If you kill me, the day my true body returns will be the day of your destruction!"
Tang San's Divine Sense roared in a low voice. The Divine Sense storm surging around his body fell below the Divine Rank. The imprint of the golden trident was destroyed, and the power of the surrounding ocean was exhausted. The property of the heavenly saint splitting abyss halberd to ignore defense was too hegemonic; he had no way to resist.
Feng Zaixing's aura surged, his voice bone-chillingly cold as he said, "This Divine Sense of yours has no place to stay. Without the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, it's difficult for you to even contact your main body, let alone talk about revenge."
As he spoke, the two soul cores in his chest and lower Dantian rotated at high speed, plated with a jade-gold glow, releasing power that shook the Divine Rank. The tips of the spear and halberd pressed inward inch by inch.
Tang San's mouth cracked painfully as he glared and said, "The golden dragon spear... you were also there during the last attack!"
The blue-gold Divine Sense current flowed out along the two Divine Artifacts and was forcibly sucked away. Tang San's Divine Sense had the illusion of being pierced by his own Eight Spider Lances. It was as if he had become one of those fallen Spirit Masters in the Slaughter City, and Feng Zaixing was standing in the position he once held!
"Still not ruthless enough." Feng Zaixing shook his head slightly.
Yu Xin's seventh spirit ring flashed, and her Godly Brush Martial Soul True Body once again drew a Clone of Feng Zaixing. The white-clothed Clone's palm glowed with a Pure World Lotus Fire Seal. That was the natal true fire of the Clan Chief of the Huoli Tribe from the Falan World, which could burn a Divinity.
"Whoosh!"
The white-clothed Clone pressed a palm against the back of Tang San's Divine Sense's heart. A lotus flew out, its base incandescent white, with seven petals shifting through Reincarnation among seven colors, each petal scorching the soul!
This item had caused immense damage when used by Tang Wulin against the Abyssal Holy Monarch, specifically targeting the Divine Sense.
Considering the need to deal with Tang San's Divine Sense, Feng Zaixing had specifically rushed back to the 17th floor of the War God Hall, revealed his heavenly saint splitting abyss halberd and Cultivation talent, and obtained this item from the Young Clan Chief of the Huoli Tribe, which now had a miraculous effect.
In the next moment, the heavenly burning divine pestle was thrown to the Clone by Feng Zaixing's true body. The Clone grabbed this top-tier Divine Artifact of the Fire God and guided the seven-colored lotus to strike hard into the back of Tang San's heart!
The sound of ribs shattering in the body was clearly audible, followed by Tang San's heart-wrenching screams.
"Arghhhhh—"
Seven-colored flames spread across Tang San's Divine Sense body. The pain made him instinctively arch his neck, his shrieks like those of a malevolent ghost, striking terror into the hearts of all who heard.
Looking at this, was Sea God Tang San's Divine Sense about to be completely destroyed? Had they indirectly achieved the feat of God-slaying?
The Golden Dragon King sensed the aura of the golden dragon spear and the Dragon God Core. His consciousness erupted in an excited, frenzied riot, letting out a smug, sinister laugh: "Jie jie jie, Tang San, you finally have this day! Two super Divine Artifacts, three top-tier Divine Artifacts second only to super Divine Artifacts—the spectacle of the Dragon God's fall back then was nothing more than this!"
Tang San's Divine Sense did not respond to the Golden Dragon King because he no longer had the strength.
Tang San's Divine Sense could only close its eyes in despair, trying to give itself a more dignified end.
He never expected to be treated so cruelly on the Douluo Continent.
He had been too careless after all. Not every son of the plane was Huo Yuhao. He was not the main body and could not manipulate the new son of the plane.
"Mama, you must wait for me, wait for my main body to return—"
Tang San roared in his heart with all his might. Within the ancient tree of life, a Blue Silver Emperor desperately lashed at the tree walls, but with Old Jin not yet dead, how could she, a Blue Silver Emperor of the most fragile origin, shake the emperor of the plant kingdom?
Old Jin let out a cold snort, his expression turning solemn. Layers of vigorous golden light pressed down, suppressing the Blue Silver Emperor until she couldn't lift her head, huddling in a corner to barely protect herself.
The light and shadow of Ah Yin, wearing a water-green dress, appeared. She reached out her hand, and seeing Tang San suffer, she let out powerless cries, but could do nothing else.
"My Little San—"
"What 'Little San'? You go with him too!" Old Jin shouted harshly, increasing the suppression.
He allowed the Blue Silver Emperor to grow at the life core, but since they had already turned against each other, he naturally would not show any mercy. Feng Zaixing's killing of the enemy to nourish the tree had already proven he had the absolute ability to reshape the ecology!
As the saying goes, when the tiger is away, the monkey is king. The prerequisite for Ah Yin to replace the life core was that the god-slaying class cannon shell destroyed Old Jin. Otherwise, even if Old Jin gave thirty percent of his power to Tang Wulin, Ah Yin would never have a chance.
"Boom! Boom!"
Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, evolving into a seven-colored Lightning Tribulation that blasted toward Feng Zaixing's true body. Each tree-like bolt of lightning was extremely gorgeous, the most perfect interpretation of nature's beauty, bringing down the strongest pressure from nature and the World.
Tang Hao's ancient and rugged face faintly emerged at the end of the sky, his eyes wide with anger and his hair and beard bristling, intending to forcibly materialize and attack Feng Zaixing.
"Little beast, die!"
Tang Hao roared. No one saw him open his mouth, yet everyone heard the voice in their ears.
At this moment, he could no longer care if doing so would alert the Abyssal Holy Monarch. If Tang San could not manifest a miracle in the plan to save the World, this ten-thousand-year grand plan would have no meaning at all.
Their ten-thousand-year arrangement certainly had the goal of elevating the status of the Douluo Star, but the core was to stabilize and enhance the faith in Sea God Tang San in this World! Any goal contrary to this would meet with the destruction of the Tang Clan!
Suddenly, among the many experts transmitting spirit power to the ancient tree of life, only the three Limit Douluos—Guan Yue, Xu Pojun, and Yu Guanzhi—could still stand. The rest of the experts all felt a fear of being enemies with heaven and earth, and their bodies went limp.
Feng Zaixing was affected by the sound waves; his true body shook, but he continued to persist in his attack. His Clone, however, almost vanished, and the flames of the heavenly burning divine pestle and the seven-colored lotus dissipated.
After all, the Clone was only something drawn by Yu Xin. Even with the divine force bestowed by the ancient tree of life, enduring a Divine Rank attack was still difficult.
"Pfft!"
Yu Xin's pretty face turned pale, and a look of determination appeared in her elegant features. She immediately bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a stream of essence blood, which merged into the white-clothed Clone.
"Kill!" Feng Zaixing roared, and a blue-purple light and shadow flew from his forehead, rushing into the high sky.
In a flash, the double offensive erupted again, attacking Tang San's Divine Sense once more. The fluctuations of Tang San's Divine Sense fell below the Super Douluo level, and the speed of the decline became faster and faster.
Tang Hao's thunder crashed down, possessing the great power to heavily injure a Limit Douluo. The blue-purple light and shadow that flew from Feng Zaixing's forehead revealed its form; it was none other than the Thunder Hell Vine, the Thunder God.
Under the desolate sky, thousands of thunder vines swept up. Looking at the heavenly punishment Lightning Tribulation, the Thunder God's wild face showed no fear but rather joy. He lashed his thunder whip toward the sky, welcoming the seven-colored lightning.
"As long as I am here, do not even think about harming my master in the slightest!"
The Thunder Hell Vine with a hundred-thousand-year cultivation revealed the terror of the Thunder God Bloodline. His blue eyes split into thousands of thunder shadows, the sky turned dark, and spheres of lightning quickly condensed and rose, like volcanoes that could explode at any time, blasting toward the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation!
Tang Hao was furious. A mere hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast actually dared to block him; it was truly a rebellion!
"My Tang Clan's Dao is the Heavenly Dao! My Tang Clan's path is absolute correctness! Those who resist shall die!"
The increasingly brilliant Lightning Tribulation struck down, the wind roared, and lightning illuminated the World. Countless bolts of lightning as thick as water buckets splashed down from the Nine Heavens!
After resisting for a while, the Thunder Hell Vine immediately showed signs of struggle, his body unable to stop falling.
At this moment, Tang San's high-held head was lowering, his aura falling below the Titled Douluo level, his dark blue eyes filled with unwillingness and longing.
"Don't even think about succeeding!"
A vast and ancient voice resounded at this moment. On the other side, thousands of miles away from Tang Hao, a nebulous and miraculous ball of light appeared. The moment it appeared, the entire Star Luo Continent shook.
The plane spirit made its move. The power of heaven and earth gathered above Feng Zaixing's head, propping up a Sky-Supporting Canopy. The canopy reflected tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the mundane World's life, Prodigies as numerous as clouds, and tens of thousands of beasts stampeding—
Natural wonders evolved to the extreme at this moment. These were the images of the Douluo Star, the changes over countless years on the Douluo Star.
Feng Zaixing glanced toward the sky and even caught a glimpse of historical images of the First Generation Angel God purifying evil Spirit Beasts, unifying the Spirit Master's world from a blank slate, and establishing the Spirit Hall—
He saw the battle of the three gods at Jialing Pass twenty thousand years ago, where Jade Phosphorus Douluo Dugu Bo released poison to massacre the city, leaving the entire city a ghostly green. Tang Hao laughed heartily in the camp of the victors, while Yu Xiaogang looked smug, comforting the dazed Dugu Bo—
He saw ten thousand years ago, when Huo Yuhao took the six great spirit souls to attack the Star Dou Great Forest, erupting in a final battle with Di Tian, and eventually leaving the Douluo Continent with all that Luck—
He saw that during these ten thousand years, the Douluo Continent was eventually unified, and the two Empires, Douling and Star Luo, fled far across the sea to open up a new continent—
He saw six thousand years ago, when Tang San opened the abyss passage, the Abyss Plane attacked, and all forces of the Federation formed an unprecedented united front, only managing to barely repel them after all suffered over fifty percent casualties—
For six thousand years, the Abyss Plane had been like a nail in the bone, piercing a corner of the Douluo Star through a stable and smooth road. Generations of people from the Blood God Legion fell at the hands of abyssal creatures that could be beaten but not destroyed—
"Is that me? And my parents from this life?"
Feng Zaixing vaguely saw a couple entrusting a young child to Mu Ye before returning to the Blood God Legion.
Then they died in a terrible abyssal tide, leaving behind only two cenotaphs, their bodies never returning from the battlefield.
Everyone saw things related to themselves in the images. Gu Yue saw the lush Star Dou Great Forest turn into a tourist park. Yu Guanzhi, Yu Xin, and Xu Pojun saw the history of their families' development. Guan Yue saw Shrek—
The colorful images quickly came to an abrupt halt. Infinite heaven and earth elemental energy surged on the canopy, then transformed into colorful divine spears that pierced through the heavens and the stars for hundreds of miles, striking Tang Hao's face!
"Tang Hao, you and I have been entangled for thousands of years. Today, there should be an end!"
The plane spirit's determined shout echoed across the firmament. Burning flames appeared on its body as it followed that Seven-Colored Divine Spear, shooting toward Tang Hao like a divine sun.
Before leaving, it seemed to look at Feng Zaixing and said from afar, "I do not hope for another meeting in the future. I only wish that the Douluo Star no longer turns into a withered purgatory. Do what you want to do; this is the last thing I can leave for you all."
As the words fell, the Sky-Supporting Canopy that intercepted the Lightning Tribulation smashed everything, rolling back the lightning across the sky, and then turned over like a funnel, guiding an immeasurable amount of lightning pulp to flow down, covering the bodies of the Thunder Hell Vine, Feng Zaixing, and Tang San.
The Thunder Hell Vine cheered joyfully, purple-gold lightning covering the sky and earth, surging in all directions.
Feng Zaixing's eyes were brighter than ever before. His Sea of Spirit, body, and spirit power were baptized by the power of the plane, shining like a deity, his soul waves too bright to look at.
The lowered head of Tang San's Divine Sense lifted again, his face distorted by pain. At this moment, his aura was not even as strong as an ordinary Spirit Saint, yet the lightning left by the plane spirit before its departure was enough to wipe out a Limit Douluo.
The plane spirit took a moment from its busy schedule to take revenge on Tang San. Carrying the wrath of the heavens, it slammed into Tang Hao's ferocious face.
"Boom! Boom! Boom—"
The two spirits collided, the Dao fell and the heavens tilted. The forms of both the plane spirit and Tang Hao dissipated. All the experts besides Feng Zaixing and the three women were blown back in the storm, tumbling away until they were out of sight.
In Star Luo City, Zhang Geyang shuddered, his eyes becoming extremely hot. Without even thinking, he soared into the air and rushed toward the ocean.
The lightning there held the opportunity for his Breakthrough!
The plane spirit's relieved whisper sounded in Feng Zaixing's ear.
"Within ten years, Tang Hao will no longer be able to interfere with the plane. The matter of repairing the plane is left to you—"
Feng Zaixing whispered back, "Rest assured, leave everything to me."
His gaze returned to Tang San. He withdrew the golden dragon spear, clenched his left hand into a fist, his Qi like an ancient peak. The Laws of heaven and earth appeared on the surface of the fist imprint, smashing into the face of Tang San's Divine Sense along with the fist imprint.
"Tang San, this punch is for those people of the Blood God Legion! A blood feud, settled only today!"
Five fist strikes—Blood Fall, Dark Tide, Void Destruction, Holy Radiance, and Heavenly God—exploded one after another within Tang San's Divine Sense, blasting through the divine soul. Tang San's Divine Sense flew out like a piece of rubble, falling toward the sea as his Divine Sense scattered.
The plane spirit felt greatly comforted. Just then, a voice abruptly sounded near it.
"Temporarily sealing Tang Hao... that's not quite enough, is it?"
Ji Juechen, dressed in gray and carrying a sword, appeared at the location of the plane, between the plane spirit and Tang Hao.