Tang San stared fixedly at that tranquil patch of space, terror showing in his eyes.
A fear of the unknown that rose from the depths of his soul.
What... was in there?
Tang San's body froze in midair, still holding his throwing pose. The azure radiance flowing across his Sea God Divine Attire seemed especially ironic against his deathly pale face.
Fear, like the waters of an abyssal pool, surged up from his feet and instantly flooded every limb and bone, freezing his soul.
What was that?
What exactly was that thing?!
The first time could have been an accident, a coincidence, or some bizarre Soul Tool that Spirit Hall had pulled from its reserves.
But the second time, three had been launched at once from different angles, sealing off every possibility of evasion and countermeasures, yet they had still been erased by the same method out of thin air!
Tang San stared at that unnaturally calm courtyard.
He refused to accept this!
This was his ultimate technique, forged by merging his past and present lives and staking everything on it!
This was a supreme Divine Artifact blessed by the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking itself and transformed through that blessing!
Why?!
"Aaaah—!"
As though he had gone mad, Tang San unleashed his divine power without restraint.
One, two, five...
In an instant, several dark-gold Buddha Wrath Tang Lotuses were taken out as though they were dirt-cheap cabbages, then hurled in that direction by Tang San with hysterical desperation!
He would bury whatever was inside with sheer numbers!
He would turn that entire area into nothingness!
High in the sky, Qian Renxue saw this, and the heart that had only just begun to settle leaped back into her throat.
Her beautiful golden eyes were filled with worry.
That man might have been unimaginably powerful, but Tang San's current madness was equally beyond reason.
If so many Divine Artifacts detonated at once, their power could likely erase half of Jialing Pass from the map!
Yet in the next moment, Qian Renxue was completely dumbfounded.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was dumbfounded.
All the worshippers were dumbfounded.
The overwhelming formation of lotuses, enough to make even gods change color, began to fade away as it flew toward the courtyard, like ink dropped into water.
One after another, they silently faded and vanished.
There was no explosion, no sound, no light.
There was nothing.
It was as if they had never existed.
"..."
Qian Renxue's red lips parted slightly, unable to close for a long while.
Only one thought remained in her mind.
It was him... it had to be him who had acted!
She instinctively straightened her body. Her sacred golden battle dress wrapped around her graceful figure, while her long, slender jade-like legs beneath the golden armor tensed straight, reflecting dazzling light under the sun. She possessed both the majesty of divinity and a captivating charm that stirred the heart.
"Pfft—"
Tang San suddenly spat out a mouthful of divine blood, and his aura instantly weakened.
Continuously activating so many Buddha Wrath Tang Lotuses had placed an enormous burden on his divine soul.
Yet his physical injuries were far less severe than the shock and terror in his heart.
He finally understood.
This was not an existence he could contend against.
If he kept fighting, the only one who would die was himself.
Tang San's face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He cast a venomous glance at the courtyard, then swept his eyes over the completely unharmed Qian Renxue.
After hesitating for several seconds, he made his decision.
"Retreat!"
The word was forced out through clenched teeth.
His figure flashed, transforming into a streak of blue light as he retreated toward the Allied Forces Camp without looking back.
"Spirit Hall!"
His voice echoed across the heavens.
"You tumors of the continent, do not grow complacent! Evil will never defeat justice! You may have strange means protecting you today, but the Heavenly Dao sees all. Your day of doom will come sooner or later!"
Watching Tang San retreat in such a sorry state, everyone atop Jialing Pass's walls let out long breaths of relief.
The relief of surviving the disaster caused many to collapse limply to the ground.
Golden Crocodile Douluo came to Qian Renxue's side, his aged voice carrying a trace of trembling reverence.
"Young Lady, that person in the city... who exactly is he?"
The worshippers also looked at her with immense curiosity and reverence.
Qian Renxue shook her head. Her golden eyes gazed toward the courtyard, shimmering with an unusual light.
"I only know that he may be one of my Qian Clan's seniors."
A senior of the Qian Clan!
Those four words shook every worshipper to the core, and they immediately became solemn and respectful.
Legend had it that the first person to inherit the Angel Godhood was the Qian Clan's ancestor!
Since then, every generation of Angel Gods had come from the Qian Clan!
They might not have thought he was the ancestor himself, but a Qian Clan senior who had lived until today and possessed such heaven-reaching power already outweighed everything else!
Qian Renxue paid no further attention to everyone's shock.
She had already made up her mind.
This time, even if she had to kneel and beg, she would make that senior teach her true power!
Her figure flashed, and she silently descended outside the courtyard. Only after tidying her appearance did she step inside.
The courtyard remained as calm and carefree as ever.
Qian Ye held a teacup and drank leisurely, as if the divine battle outside, one that concerned the continent's fate, had been nothing more than a squabble in a neighbor's yard.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Qian Renxue as she entered.
"The war is over?"
Qian Renxue hurried forward and respectfully bowed to Qian Ye.
"Reporting to Master, thanks to your intervention, Tang San has already retreated."
As she bowed, her magnificent golden battle dress clung tightly to her body, fully revealing those breathtaking curves.
Especially her straight, slender jade-like legs—even beneath their armor, one could still sense their explosive beauty. Sacredness and temptation blended perfectly at that moment.
"This junior boldly wishes to learn your sword."
She raised her head, her beautiful golden eyes filled with sincerity and longing.
This lofty Angel God now resembled a young girl humbly seeking instruction, stripped of all divine majesty.
Qian Ye set down his teacup, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
"You are teachable."
Meanwhile.
Inside the central command tent of the Allied Forces Camp.
The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
Tang San sat pale-faced in the seat of honor. The remaining six Shrek Monsters, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, and the others stood along both sides, each with a grave expression.
"Little San, what exactly happened?"
Yu Xiaogang adjusted his glasses and was the first to break the silence.
Tang San drew a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened without leaving anything out.
When they heard that several Divine Artifact Buddha Wrath Tang Lotuses had been erased without even stirring a ripple, gasps rang out throughout the tent.
"How is that possible?!" Dai Mubai's evil eyes widened.
"Those are Divine Artifacts! Even a God King could not possibly neutralize them so effortlessly, right?"
"There is likely something strange within Jialing Pass."
Tang San said gravely, "An existence completely unknown to us is hidden there. Its strength... is unfathomable."
Everyone fell silent.
This unforeseen variable had completely disrupted all their plans.
"We must investigate!" Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand on the table. "Unless we uncover the other side's true background, we cannot launch another attack at all!"
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