The Sealed Destruction Origin, Destruction God Thunder

Tai Tan was incredibly excited.

He was so excited that he forgot to restrain his own Contra Soul Douluo aura.

At close range, a terrifying pressure once again crushed down on Tang San.

Tang San was already severely injured, and his Soul Power was already exhausted.

It was only the overwhelming rage in his heart that kept him clinging to the last shred of clarity.

As he was struck head-on by this oppressive force, a sweet taste rose in his throat.

Another mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Puff!!!

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and a chilling, murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

With blood and foam in his mouth, he roared out each word with a hoarse voice.

"I am Tang San! So what?!"

Upon hearing this, Tai Tan was utterly shaken.

The next second, this burly Soul Douluo, who was over 2.5 meters tall and always looked fierce, suddenly knelt heavily on one knee in front of Tang San.

"Young Master!"

"Old Tai Tan has finally found you!"

Tears streamed down his face, his voice choked with barely concealed sobs, each word earnest and sincere.

As soon as he uttered those words, the Soul Douluo aura emanating from him completely dissipated.

The immense, mountain-like force that had been pressing down on Tang San disappeared.

Tang San was already clinging to his last breath.

As the oppressive aura dissipated, the taut string snapped abruptly, and his body completely lost its strength.

Suddenly everything went black, and he fell straight backward.

Tang San, who was unconscious, was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Tai Tan froze, completely panicked.

"Young Master!"

He instinctively reached out to help the person up.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Tang San's clothes, she hastily pulled them back.

He feared that his brute strength would be too much to handle and would only cause the Young Master further injury.

He straightened up, and his eight Spirit Ring lit up one after another.

His gaze swept over Flender, Zhao Wuji, and everyone standing in the Central Plaza, carrying a ferocious, Ferocious Beast- like intensity.

"Who injured the Young Master?! Die!"

A furious shout exploded like thunder striking the Central Plaza.

A terrifying killing intent swept across the entire area.

Most of the trainees in the Central Plaza were overwhelmed by the murderous intent and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone in the room froze, unable to move.

Everyone's face was filled with strange expressions; they looked at each other, bewildered, but no one dared to speak rashly.

When Tai Long saw his grandfather's furious expression, his face turned ashen.

His legs trembled slightly as he cautiously took two steps forward to get closer to Tai Tan, his voice barely audible, like the buzzing of a mosquito's wings.

"Grandpa... um..."

"The one who injured Tang San... oh no, the Young Master... is you..."

"?"

The oppressive aura surging around Tai Tan suddenly froze.

Anger got stuck.

A few seconds later, his face turned red from the base of his neck to the top of his head, and even the tips of his ears felt burning hot.

"Smack!"

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the forehead.

The force of the blow made him stagger and almost lose his balance.

"This old servant deserves to die!"

"This old servant deserves to die!"

"They actually injured the Young Master!"

Overwhelmed by self-blame and remorse, Tai Tan wished he could stab himself twice on the spot.

But in the blink of an eye, he turned to look at Flender and his group, his anger surging again.

Why didn't you say he was Tang San sooner?

"You should have said so earlier! How could this old servant have laid a hand on the Young Master?!"

These words left Flender and his group speechless, their minds churning with countless complaints.

You stormed in aggressively, immediately unleashing your full power and intimidation.

Without even asking any questions, they immediately demanded to find Tang San.

Who dared to step forward and speak to them?

Who has the chance to speak up and explain?

Now you've injured someone yourself, and you're trying to pin all the blame on us?

Have you no shame?

And, Young Master?

What's the origin of this title?

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others were even more bewildered.

The group exchanged glances and huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Young Master? Tang San is this man's Young Master?"

"Tang San's background... is that strong?"

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, both of them showing surprise.

They did indeed know long ago that Tang San was Tang Hao's son.

Tai Tan's address of "Young Master" is quite reasonable.

Flender took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger and resentment within him.

Yu Xiaogang was still lying by the stone pillar, his life hanging in the balance, and Tang San had also collapsed unconscious. There was no time to lose.

He said seriously, "Senior Tai Tan, there's no point in saying all this now. The most important thing is to treat Xiao San and Xiao Gang first."

"We can discuss other matters later."

Tai Tan then came to his senses.

Yes!

The Young Master is still unconscious on the ground, his fate unknown!

He nodded quickly and shouted loudly at his surroundings.

"Quick!"

"Summon all the best healing Soul Master from your Academy to heal the Young Master!"

"If the Young Master suffers even the slightest mishap, I will tear down this lousy Academy and offer you all your heads as punishment!"

The roar of Soul Douluo shook the entire Central Plaza, making it vibrate.

Flender dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He immediately turned around and whispered to the teacher beside him, instructing him to call over all the healing-type Soul Master in the Academy.

The God Realm Hub.

The sea of clouds churned endlessly between heaven and earth.

Golden divine light poured down, covering every inch of the Divine Realm.

A God Temple, entirely formed from the primordial divine power of the Divine Realm, floats silently atop the sea of clouds.

The God Temple's dome is engraved with a star map of the entire Divine Realm, the starlight flowing endlessly through the ages.

Inside the God Temple, several enormous stone pillars rise from the ground, reaching all the way to the dome.

Each stone pillar is engraved with the God Pattern of the five first-generation Five Great Law Enforcement Gods.

Purple Destruction Thunder Pattern Entanglement vigorous green Life Tree Pattern.

The crimson Asura Sword Pattern contrasts with the golden Goodwill Pattern and the black Evil Thought Pattern.

In the center of the God Temple, two figures stood side by side.

On one side is the Goddess of Life, dressed in a long green dress.

Tender green specks of light floated slowly around her, carrying a vibrant sense of life.

Her gaze fell on the man beside her.

"How is that child now?"

The voice, though expressing concern, was gentle and carried a calming power.

Upon hearing the question from the Goddess of Life, the God of Destruction replied earnestly, "The Seed of Life has already sprouted within him."

"His root system has completely merged with his meridians, Martial Soul, and soul."

"Given enough time and resources, it can grow into a true Life Ancient Tree."

A faint smile flickered in the eyes of the Goddess of Life.

The life force flowing through his body became softer and more enduring.

"And what about the Destruction Origin you bestowed upon him? Can he withstand it?"

The God of Destruction nodded slightly, and the Destruction God Thunder swirling around his fingertips flickered slightly.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, causing subtle ripples in the surrounding space.

"The Destruction Origin I bestowed upon him is sealed within his Fourth Spirit Ring."

"His Fourth Spirit Ring comes from the Thunderous Hell Vine."

The Goddess of Life's eyes flickered slightly.

"Thunderous Hell Vine? That Soul Beast that feeds on Thunder?"

"That's right."

The voice of the God of Destruction remained calm and unwavering.

"The Thunderous Hell Vine grows by absorbing lightning; the more Berserk the Thunder, the more it can evolve."

"My Destruction Origin manifests as the Destruction God Thunder."

"The Destruction Origin will gradually integrate into his body along with the Thunder Tribulation absorbed by the Thunderous Hell Vine, tempering his meridians and physical form."

"He can gradually absorb my Destruction Origin, bit by bit, without being directly overwhelmed and Destruction Force."

The Goddess of Life nodded gently, her smile deepening.

"Very nice."

"I truly look forward to the day in the future when Life and Destruction reach a perfect balance within him."

"I'm also very much looking forward to seeing how far he'll grow."

The God of Destruction gazed upon the endless God Realm Sea of Clouds beyond the God Temple.