Tang San Lost! He Backed Down!

Qian Renxue's figure wove through the sky full of trident shadows, her broken sword striking with perfect precision to shatter each one with every swing.

Her movements were fluid and natural, without a single wasted motion.

To the onlookers, Tang San's attacks were like a violent storm, yet Qian Renxue appeared as if she were taking a leisurely stroll, relaxed and effortless.

The momentum of offense and defense was clear at a glance.

Qian Renxue was completely suppressing Tang San!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sound of collisions was incessant.

The more Tang San fought, the more alarmed and stifled he became.

No matter how he increased his divine power or shifted his techniques, that broken sword of hers always struck after him yet arrived first, nonchalantly neutralizing every one of his attacks. Furthermore, each collision sent his blood surging and his divine power into turmoil.

An absurd thought rose in his heart.

The Qian Renxue before him was like an insurmountable mountain!

"It ends here."

The very moment Tang San's focus wavered, Qian Renxue's voice drifted out.

The broken sword in her hand lit up for the first time.

It was not a brilliant divine light, but a gray sword aura, extremely restrained yet seemingly capable of severing all things in the world.

The sword aura flashed and vanished.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively held the Sea God Trident horizontally across his chest.

"Crack."

A crisp sound, like porcelain shattering, rang out with piercing clarity across the silent battlefield.

Tang San lowered his head, stiff.

He saw that the Sea God Trident—the weapon he cherished as his own life, which had just ascended to the rank of a Super Artifact—now bore a clear crack that was rapidly spreading.

"No—!"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Bang!!!"

The next instant, accompanied by a thunderous boom, this Super Artifact that had shaken the entire continent actually exploded in mid-air!

It transformed into countless fragments, scattering from the sky.

The entire world stood perfectly still at this moment.

Everyone stared with mouths agape, their minds blank.

A Super Artifact—the Sea God Trident—

Shattered?

Shattered by a single strike from a broken sword?!

"Pfft—!"

With his soul-bound artifact destroyed, Tang San suffered a severe blow to his spirit and spewed another mouthful of blood. His aura withered to the extreme in an instant, and he plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Qian Renxue's figure followed like a shadow. Surrounded by that gray sword aura, she stepped onto Tang San's chest, driving him down from mid-air and slamming him fiercely into the ground!

Boom!!!

The earth cracked, and dust billowed into the sky!

When the dust settled, a massive human-shaped crater appeared before Jialing Pass.

Inside the crater, Tang San lay covered in blood, his bones shattered and his breath fading, his eyes filled only with endless shock and despair.

And Qian Renxue stood there, holding her broken sword.

She reigned over the world, looking down upon all living things.

Between heaven and earth, there was dead silence.

Before Jialing Pass, that massive human-shaped crater was like an ugly scar, branded onto the earth and into the hearts of everyone who witnessed the scene.

In the camp of the Heaven Dou Empire coalition, the cheers that had been like a roaring sea just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers were deathly silent.

Every person's expression was frozen on their face.

Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open, forgotten.

The recovery sausage in Oscar's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, covered in dust.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were pale with fright, their delicate bodies trembling.

What had they just seen?

Their "Third Brother," whom they took pride in and revered as a god, who had just received the reward of the Heavenly Dao and wielded a Super Artifact—had his weapon shattered by a single sword strike, only to be trampled into the earth like an ant.

And that victor, that woman with flowing golden hair and a peerless figure.

What a humiliating scene this was!

And what a scene this was, one that overturned all common perception!

"Defeated—"

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen as he muttered to himself, his body swaying so violently he nearly tumbled from his horse.

The theories he had exhausted his life to perfect, his proudest disciple, the only hope he had to overthrow Martial Soul Hall—just like that—defeated?

Defeated so cleanly, so thoroughly.

High above in the sky, Qian Renxue slowly lowered her head, her golden eyes looking down at the face beneath her feet, twisted beyond recognition by pain, fury, and humiliation.

She could clearly feel it: the vast, boundless power emanating from the broken sword in her hand, a force that seemed to transcend all the rules of the world.

This power did not belong to her, nor did it even belong to the Angel God.

It was ancient, vast, pure, and tyrannical.

Merely by holding it, Qian Renxue had the illusion that she could command the life and death of all things.

So this—was this the true power of her Master?

No, perhaps this was merely the tip of the iceberg of her Master's power.

He had not even acted personally; he had simply handed over a piece of scrap metal, a broken sword, and it was enough for her to crush a so-called Sea God who had received the rewards of the Heavenly Dao.

Just what kind of unfathomable existence was her Master?

"Tang San."

Qian Renxue parted her red lips, her clear, resonant voice carrying across the entire battlefield.

"Your so-called Heavenly Dao rewards, your so-called protagonist's luck—before my Master, they are nothing but a joke."

"You have lost."

Beneath her feet, Tang San's throat emitted a rattling sound. He wanted to speak, to refute her, but the searing pain in his chest and his shattered bones made it impossible for him to utter a single complete sentence.

Endless malice and madness surged in the depths of his eyes.

A monstrous humiliation!

In both his lives, he had never suffered such a monstrous humiliation!

"Ah—!"

At that moment, Tang San suddenly let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human.

"Boom!"

A dense, blood-colored mist erupted violently from within his body!

This power was filled with brutality and ominous intent, actually forcing Qian Renxue back half a step.

"Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation!"

No, this was not the secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect, but a more extreme, desperate art that sacrificed divine blood and divine soul!

Within the blood mist, Tang San's figure transformed into a streak of crimson light. Without the slightest desire to continue the fight, he fled for his life toward the Allied Forces Camp of Heaven Dou without even looking back!

He was fleeing!

That arrogant Sea God Tang San, after being thoroughly crushed, had chosen to flee the battlefield in the most pathetic manner possible!

Qian Renxue stood where she was, making no move to pursue.

Because she knew her task was already complete.

Her Master had let her fight to temper her, to crush Tang San, not necessarily to kill him.

For an existence like her Master, to kill or not to kill was merely a matter of a single thought.

Since her Master had not given the order, she would not act on her own initiative.

She slowly withdrew the broken sword, turned around, and her golden figure transformed into a stream of light, returning to the ramparts of Jialing Pass.

Behind her, the Heaven Dou army was deathly silent.

Morale—that invisible, intangible, yet vital thing—had completely collapsed the moment Tang San fled in such a wretched state.

Their god had been defeated, and he had fled.

Their faith was shattered.