Tang San's Defense Broken, Seventh on the Golden Ranking Revealed!

"How... how is this possible?"

"Li Bai's aura, it was clearly only at the Titled Douluo level just now."

"How did he change his attire and his strength directly crossed that Threshold, reaching the Demi-God... no, even infinitely close to the God level?!"

Bibi Dong stared intently at the Heavenly Curtain.

First, there was Jing, who shattered Divine Sense with a single blow.

And now there's this Li Bai, whose sword energy spans thirty thousand miles after transforming his form.

And that so-called Great Tang Empire...

Where did so many Monsters come from?!

What are those "skins" of various forms, yet outrageously powerful?

Are they God-Bestowed Soul Bones?

Or some kind of higher-dimensional divine artifact?

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Bibi Dong's heart.

Her Martial Soul Hall, which she had managed for decades, seemed somewhat laughable in front of these true Monsters.

Heaven Dou City, in a dark Secret Chamber.

"Bastard!!"

Bang!

Tang San punched the mirror in front of him, shattering the Crimson Eyes reflection of himself within.

Blood flowed down his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.

His chest heaved violently, and the Jealousy Fire in his eyes almost burned away his reason.

Why?!

Why could this group of inexplicable people receive such a gift from the Heavenly Curtain?!

That Li Bai, he was just a commoner who only knew how to drink and wield a sword.

Why could he possess such a magnificent, such a powerful form?

That White Hair, that phoenix, that World-Destroying sword energy...

This should have been his, Tang San's, glory!

He was the Twin Martial Souls, the dual inheritor of the Sea God and Asura God, the chosen one!

But look at him now.

Neither human nor ghost.

To gain power, he had to accept the Asura God's bloody and slaughter-filled modifications, turning himself into something like an Evil Ghost crawling out of hell.

And that Li Bai?

Just by getting on a list, he could become so dashing, so divine.

This immense disparity caused Tang San's mentality to completely shatter.

"Heavenly Curtain... you are unfair!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them, filled with deep Malice.

"I, Tang San, am the destined God King, why did you not bestow this form upon me?"

"Is my Blue Silver Emperor not noble enough?"

"Is my Clear Sky Hammer not domineering enough?"

He lowered his head and looked at the Dark Red Hammer in his hand.

What he once thought was the majestic Asura Demonic Mark, now, in front of Li Bai's elegant Phoenix Seeks Mate, appeared so Flashy, so ugly.

It was like a countryside Blacksmith facing an unparalleled Noble Young Master.

"Damn... damn Great Tang!"

"When I become a god..."

"I will tear apart all of your Flashy things!"

Tang San clutched his hair tightly, his face contorted.

The Asura Divine Power within him began to run wild due to the violent emotional fluctuations, causing him to let out another painful roar.

But the Greed in his eyes grew even more intense.

If...

If he killed these people, could he snatch this form away?

Even if he couldn't snatch it, he would destroy them!

No one in this world is allowed to steal his thunder, Tang San!

The next moment, the golden ripples on the Heavenly Curtain did not subside for long due to Li Bai's world-shattering sword.

The Phoenix Phantoms that had been dancing all over the sky slowly dissipated.

In their place, an extremely rich Ink Fragrance emerged.

This fragrance was not the ordinary Pine Ink Smell.

It carried the majestic aura of a Scroll, mixed with a bit of the dominance of directing the nation.

Golden Ancient Seal Script characters slowly appeared on the Painting.

Every stroke, every line, was like being carved by a knife, exuding a powerful force that penetrated deep into the wood.

[Martial Soul Ranking Seventh Place]

[Affiliation: Great Tang Empire]

[Name: Shangguan Wan'er]

[Martial Soul: Ink Rhyme Immortal Brush]

Deep within the Imperial Palace of the Great Tang Empire.

In the Study, mountains of memorials piled up, filling the large Agarwood desk to the brim.

A slender yet upright figure was diligently writing at the desk.

The hand holding the brush had distinct knuckles, fair and strong.

The brush tip moved across the Rice Paper, writing with a vigorous and flowing style, reviewing and approving documents.

Every command issued concerned the operation of this vast empire.

Shangguan Wan'er stopped her movements.

She raised her head, her phoenix eyes, which always held calmness and reason, now looked through the window lattice towards the Heavenly Curtain.

It wasn't out of surprise.

But rather, a scrutiny of a predetermined fact.

"Seventh place."

Shangguan Wan'er murmured softly.

Her voice was clear and cold, like a deep mountain spring striking shattered jade.

There wasn't much surprise.

For her, being able to ascend this Martial Soul Ranking was something she had expected.

If she couldn't even get on this list, how could she have the face to assist His Majesty and share the world's burdens?

"Since it was given, then accept it."

Shangguan Wan'er casually closed a memorial about the Northern Frontier's grain schedule that she had just finished reviewing.

Her movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hesitation.

She adjusted her Official Robe and slowly stood up.

She wasn't as excited and overjoyed as others.

She simply stood there quietly, hands behind her back, waiting for her glory to descend.

This was the demeanor of a Tang Dynasty female official.

Mount Tai collapsing before her would not change her expression, and an Elk appearing to her left would not make her eyes blink.

At the same time.

At the gates of Chang'an City.

An extremely sharp figure appeared out of thin air.

The surrounding space momentarily distorted and cut due to her appearance.

The sound of shattering mirrors echoed with a faint crispness in the air.

Jing.

She had returned.

Her capable Bodysuit perfectly outlined her figure, but the murderous aura she exuded at the moment made the surrounding passersby afraid to look directly at her.

She had just shattered a Divine Sense outside the city that was attempting to spy on Chang'an.

That suicidal Titled Douluo, without even seeing her shadow, was cut into pieces by endless Mirror Shards.

Jing raised her head and glanced at the scene being tallied on the Heavenly Curtain.

"Wan'er is also on the list?"

Her expression was calm, but her footsteps did not stop.

With a flicker of her figure, she had already crossed half of Chang'an City, arriving directly at the royal villa filled with Peonies.

Yang Guifei was reclining lazily on a chaise lounge.

She held the pipa named Eternal Regret in her arms, her slender jade fingers idly plucking at the Strings.

The pipa music drifted, yet carried a hint of carelessness.

Seeing Jing appear out of thin air before her, Yang Guifei didn't even lift an eyelid.

"You're back?"

Yang Guifei's voice was extremely languid, exuding a charm that was captivating to the bone.

Jing nodded, her eyes, like cold stars, swept around the surroundings.

She did not find the figure of that man.

"Where is Master?"

Jing asked.

Her tone was not exactly polite, but Yang Guifei was clearly accustomed to her cold disposition.