Xia Yang Defeats Di Tian

"Perhaps those beings at the core of the Star Dou Great Forest are unwilling to give up easily."

Xia Yang analyzed.

"Don't they know that you have become the Sea God? Even if those Spirit Beast are all over 100,000 years Year Limit, can they still be stronger than you, a Gods?"

Tang Yuehua asked, puzzled.

"Well, who knows? Spirit Beast, they're usually not very bright."

Xia Yang shrugged and said.

"Perhaps they don't know about your ascension to godhood yet. After all, you've only been a god for a short time, and you haven't been showing off your divine power everywhere since. Those Super Soul Beast have been staying in the Star Dou Great Forest, so they probably don't know about your ascension to godhood either!"

Bibi Dong guessed.

"That's possible, but in any case, this time, both sides will have to fight."

Xia Yang said nonchalantly.

Be careful in everything you do.

Tang Yuehua whispered her instructions.

After Xia Yang made the arrangements, Ah Yin, Liu Erlong, and Bibi Dong said no more and immediately turned and left to gather their men and prepare to head to Vast Sea City.

Xia Yang stood alone in the garden, watching their departing figures, then gazing at the southern horizon, remaining silent.

In the following month, information about the Star Dou Great Forest flooded back to Douluo City.

The Beast Tide was not aimless; its advance clearly targeted several major human towns bordering the forest, with the most pressure coming from Precious Sword City, located not far from the former Spirit City.

This place has a strategic location and is a key pass to prevent the forest Spirit Beast from moving north. Once it is lost, the plains behind it will be indefensible.

Investigations by various parties gradually confirmed the Bai He's speculation.

Indeed, more than one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast appeared during the Beast Tide, and even a level 92 Titled Douluo elder from the Clear Sky Sect who went to investigate was almost severely injured by it.

All signs point to those ancient overlords deep within the forest.

One month later, in the early morning, Xia Yang finally put down the last Secret Report in his hand.

He changed into a simple black outfit, left the Imperial Palace alone without any attendants, and in a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

His goal was clear: Precious Sword City.

Meanwhile, in Douluo City, Tang Yuehua stood on the high steps in front of the palace, gazing at the light and shadow that disappeared into the horizon, and gently stroked her hair.

The children were still fast asleep, and the affairs of the empire still needed to be dealt with. She took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the council hall.

In the southern sky, the clouds thickened, and the faint rumble of thunder could be heard.

From the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest, a repressive and ancient aura was slowly spreading.

When Xia Yang arrived at the territory of Precious Sword City, the sky above was already a chaotic mess.

The once clear sky was torn apart by two completely different forces.

On one side was a dazzling holy light, with Light Feather light falling like snowflakes, each containing a sacred aura that purified evil.

On the other side was the deep, inky majesty of Dragon's Might, with rolling black clouds in which scales and claws could be vaguely seen, and a deep dragon roar that shook the clouds.

Xia Yang was all too familiar with the holy light before him.

This is clearly a symbol of the highest lineage of the Angel God Cult.

Among all the members of the Angel God Cult, only the Great Offering Qian Daoliu was capable of contending with such Dragon's Might in the air.

"A level 99 Peak Douluo..."

Xia Yang hovered in mid-air, his gaze piercing through the clouds as he observed the battle.

At this moment, the holy light in the sky, though bright, was gradually retreating.

The black Dragon's Might's might was like a boundless abyss, constantly devouring the realm of light.

The Light Feather fell faster and faster. At first, they were just scattered here and there, but in less than a quarter of an hour, they were pouring down like a torrential rain.

This is clearly a sign that the Angel Domain is being forcibly suppressed.

"Aside from those few deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, there is probably no one else who could suppress Qian Daoliu."

Xia Yang mentally calculated, saying, "And considering the powerful Dragon's Might before us..."

The answer is obvious.

Sure enough, half an hour later, a blazing beam of light plummeted down from the clouds, and at its center was Qian Daoliu, who had transformed into Six-Winged Angel.

Three of the six wings of light on his back were broken and the rest were dim.

Blood spilled from the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth, leaving a glaring scarlet streak as he fell.

Seeing Qian Daoliu fall, Xia Yang immediately raised his hand, and golden-blue divine power spread out like silk, steadily supporting Qian Daoliu's falling body in mid-air.

Gentle water-elemental energy flowed into the body of this Peak Douluo, repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

Qian Daoliu struggled to open his eyes, and after recognizing the person who had come, he tried to bow.

"Many... thank you Sea God..."

"No need for such formalities."

Xia Yang withdrew his divine power and sent Qian Daoliu to the relatively safe air behind him.

"Let's step back and heal our wounds."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the clouds overhead burst open with a deafening roar.

A gigantic dragon, entirely black, descended from the sky.

Its body was so large that it could cover half of the sky above Precious Sword City.

Each Dragon Scales was cast from refined iron, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster in the remaining daylight.

Besides that, the most terrifying thing was the dragon's eyes.

Those were golden eyes, filled with a sacred Dragon's Might's might.

Di Tian.

The king of the Star Dou Great Forest, the strongest being below the Lord of Spirit Beast, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King has lived for over 800,000 years.

The giant dragon hovered a hundred feet in front of Xia Yang. Its golden vertical pupils first swept over the injured Qian Daoliu, and then fixed on Xia Yang.

At first, it was a confirmation, but then, Di Tian's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"It's you... that thief?"

Di Tian's voice echoed in the air like rolling thunder, but the astonishment in his words outweighed his anger.

"How is this possible...? Two years ago you were just a human who had just entered the Titled Douluo, and now... this aura... is it divine?"

The aura emanating from Xia Yang was completely different from any other Soul Power in this world.

That was the pressure of a deity. Although it was restrained, it was like the undercurrents of the deep sea, causing the Dragon Scales all over Di Tian's body to stand up slightly involuntarily.

Xia Yang did not answer directly, but calmly looked at the giant dragon before him and said, "Long time no see, Di Tian."

This casual greeting only made Di Tian more wary.

The dragon's keen intuition told it that the human before it was no ordinary being.

No, the newly ascended deity before us is completely different from the one who broke into the forest and stole the Life Spirit Gold back then.

Although Xia Yang was strong at that time, he was still within an understandable range.

But now, Xia Yang, standing there, seemed to be one with the entire world.

"You thief, how could you possibly become a god so quickly? This is all an illusion; you can't fool me!"

Di Tian remained calm.

"Snort."

Xia Yang snorted coldly, his right hand clenched, and a golden light burst forth from his palm.

"You beast, there are many things you don't know."

"You dare to drive Beast Tide and invade my Canglan Territory; today, you will not be spared."

Golden light condensed and took shape, Sea God Trident appeared in Xia Yang's hand.