In the infirmary, on a hospital bed.
Tang Wulin lay quietly, still unconscious.
Wu Zhangkong looked at the doctor in white beside him and asked softly, "Hello, how is my student doing now?"
"It's fortunate he was brought in early." The doctor glanced at Tang Wulin and shook his head. "His bones and internal organs have suffered some damage. If he had arrived any later, it might have been dangerous."
"However, this child's physical constitution far exceeds that of a one-ring Soul Master, and he is recovering quickly. He should be fully recovered in a few days."
"For now, the patient should rest quietly. Don't disturb him." After giving those simple instructions, the doctor left the room.
Only Wu Zhangkong and the unconscious Tang Wulin remained in the ward.
"Alas..." Wu Zhangkong sighed softly. Thinking of what had happened earlier, his expression became complicated. "Perhaps I really put too much pressure on Wulin."
After waiting a while longer, Wu Zhangkong saw that night was drawing near and Tang Wulin's breathing was steady. Only then did he rise and leave.
Time gradually passed, and the bright moon climbed above the treetops.
Clear moonlight spilled into the ward like liquid silver.
A breeze stirred the curtains, lifting them before letting them fall.
In a corner of the otherwise empty room, a burly black figure nearly two meters tall suddenly appeared.
Though the room was brightly illuminated by moonlight, the corner where the figure stood seemed like a pitch-black abyss that swallowed all light, without the faintest glimmer.
It was none other than the former number one Beast on the continent's list, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Di Tian.
"The power of my dragon clan is not something a human like you should possess."
He stared coldly at the human boy in the distance, his eyes filled with killing intent and a trace of excitement.
As long as he extracted the Golden Dragon Power and fused it with Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon King power, the dragon clan and Soul Beasts would surely rise again.
With that thought, Di Tian did not hesitate to attack Tang Wulin, who lay on the hospital bed.
In an instant, the ward was completely engulfed in darkness.
However, in the next moment—
Just as Di Tian's dragon claw was about to pierce Tang Wulin's abdomen, a blue-gold radiance instantly tore through the darkness.
"You wretched beast, how dare you!"
A majestic, furious voice boomed through the room.
Tang Wulin, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. Blue-gold divine might erupted instantly and shot toward Di Tian's dragon claw.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Di Tian was immediately forced back by the divine might. He stared at Tang Wulin with an uncertain expression.
"You... this is..."
Tang Wulin's body seemed to be lifted by an invisible force as he slowly floated up from the bed.
At the same time, the golden Trident mark on his forehead was incomparably clear, shining brilliantly.
The sight immediately caught Di Tian's attention. His pupils contracted sharply as he blurted out, "The Sea God Mark? You're Tang San?!"
"After ten thousand years... your Soul Beast clan still refuses to give up!!!"
"You are utterly outrageous!!"
Tang San stood in midair, gazing coldly at Di Tian before him.
"Tang San! It really is you!"
There was no surprise on Di Tian's face. Hatred and fury slowly emerged as he glared fixedly at Tang San.
Ever since the Auspicious Beast had died ten thousand years ago, the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Everything had appeared to be because Wang Qiu'er, through her attribute connection with Huo Yuhao, had grown curious about the human world.
But when combined with Tang San's repeated interference in the lower realm, as well as the fact that Tang Wutong could use the Golden Dragon Spear after the Auspicious Beast's death—
A vague suspicion had arisen within Di Tian's heart.
All of this had merely been a trap laid by Tang San.
Its purpose was to seize Star Dou's fate for himself.
"Dragon God Claw!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Di Tian attacked directly.
A massive dragon claw swept out, twisting even the surrounding space as it struck toward Tang San.
The Dragon God Claw was a technique personally passed down by the Dragon God. Only the Dragon Kings of successive Black Dragon clans could learn it, and its power was astonishing.
Wielded by Di Tian, a peak existence of the continent, the power of this attack was such that even newly ascended deities would not dare receive it head-on.
At this moment, ferocity flashed in Di Tian's golden eyes. He wanted to see just how much power this Divine Sense left behind on Douluo Continent could wield now that the God Realm had vanished.
"You do have sharp eyes, but so what?"
"Thirteen Forms of the Sea God: Uncertain Storm!"
Tang San's expression turned cold. A Trident immediately appeared in his hand, and he swept it forward.
Vast divine power transformed into surging waves. Layer upon layer of ripples actually appeared within the cramped room, as if it had sunk into the depths of the sea.
Then, that endless azure transformed into rings of blue-gold divine light that enveloped Di Tian.
No matter how powerful the Dragon God Claw was, Di Tian was ultimately only a mortal creature. His realm was still far below Tang San's.
Ring after ring of divine light bound the dragon claw, and Di Tian's body immediately froze in midair.
At the same time, the Trident in Tang San's hand erupted with powerful divine force once more.
"Twilight of the Sea God!"
"You want to kill me? If you came in person, perhaps I would fear you, but you are merely a strand of Divine Sense. You are not worthy!"
Di Tian shouted coldly as the dark Soul Power around him erupted in full.
"Black Dragon World Annihilation!"
The waves carrying the force to end all things collided with black dragon flames. A terrifying aura erupted, only to vanish in an instant.
When the light faded, only Tang Wulin remained, quietly floating in the ward.
Fragments of black cloth were scattered across the floor before him. Di Tian had already disappeared.
"Hmph, he escaped quite quickly."
Tang San looked at the fragments before him and snorted coldly, but deep concern filled his majestic eyes.
"A small place like Eastsea City actually drew Di Tian here. Could it be that Wulin unlocking the seal caused his aura to leak out and allowed the Silver Dragon King to lock onto him?"
"Or could it be... someone tipped them off?"
At that thought, Tang San fixed on one person.
Xu Yue, the Child of the Star!!
The instant he identified the Child of the Star, Tang San also recalled the unusual spacetime fluctuation from several years ago. It must have been Xu Yue's doing.
"Could the Child of the Star have already come into contact with the Beasts of Star Dou Forest at the moment of his birth?"
For a time, Tang San fell into deep contemplation.
It was not impossible.
After all, the impact of that event back then had been far too widespread. Given the cultivation of the Silver Dragon King and Di Tian, there was no way they could have failed to notice it.
At the same time—
As the Plane's most legitimate heir, once the Child of the Star reached rank ninety-nine—
He would not need to inherit a God Position or create one himself. He could directly reach the divine level and become the Plane Master.
When faced with such an existence, Soul Beasts had only two choices: kill him, or win him over.
But killing the Child of the Star would be tantamount to severing themselves from the entire Plane, making the Soul Beasts' living conditions even worse.
Making peace with him and winning him over, on the other hand, could bring enormous benefits.
As long as Xu Yue became the Plane Master, he could even raise a continent from the sea and provide Soul Beasts with living space.
For Soul Beasts on the verge of extinction, that could almost be called an entirely new path to survival.
With that thought, the killing intent in Tang San's eyes grew ever stronger.
It was not only because of his father's grudge, but also because of the panic and unease of gradually losing control over Douluo Continent.
Xu Yue was growing too quickly. He was already comparable to a Soul Emperor. In a few more years, once he came into contact with the Battle Armor system, would his combat strength not soar even faster?
If Xu Yue reached the Quasi-God level before Tang Hao recovered, then the position of Plane Master might no longer be secure.
Between one who seized it through cunning and one who was its legitimate heir, the difference was obvious at a glance.
"Xu Yue must die, and he must die soon!"
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