The Sea God's Fury, the God of Asura's Scheme!

"He insulted my father and destroyed the Clear Sky Sect. He's a cancer on this continent, a thoroughly evil demon."

"If he doesn't die, my father can't be rescued. We'll be forced to hide in the sewers like rats forever."

Tang San quickly fitted the parts in his hands together. As the gears clicked into place, a finely crafted black cylinder appeared in his palm.

It was a top-tier mechanical Hidden Weapon he had created using memories from his past life, after pouring countless hours of effort into it.

Combined with the deadly poison he had prepared, its power was immeasurable.

"For the peace of the Douluo Continent, and to destroy this demon who uses sorcery to deceive the masses..."

Tang San stroked the Hidden Weapon in his hand, his voice full of righteous indignation.

"I have to kill him."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San and nodded in satisfaction.

"Xiao San, Flender and I will wait outside tomorrow to assist you. Just focus on the deed."

"Once he's dead, those so-called formations of his will collapse on their own. When chaos breaks out, we'll take the chance to escape."

"Good."

Tang San nodded, slipped the Hidden Weapon into his sleeve, then walked to the window and pushed open the rickety wooden shutters.

Cold rain struck his face. Tang San gazed toward Listening Rain Pavilion in the south of the city, murder plain in his eyes.

"Su Chen."

"Tomorrow, I'll show you that there are things in this world your sorcery will never be able to guard against."

With that, Tang San closed the window and returned to the bed, sitting down to rest with his eyes shut.

He had to get himself into peak condition.

Tomorrow's strike had to succeed. Failure was not an option.

Meanwhile, in the Douluo God Realm.

Night never fell here. Rainbow-colored clouds drifted through the air all year round, filling it with an incredibly rich immortal aura.

A magnificent temple, built entirely from crystals like blue sapphires, hung motionless at the very center of the sea of clouds.

This was the Sea God Hall.

Deep within the hall stood a Sea God Statue, towering a hundred zhang high.

Beneath the statue, Poseidon, the Sea God, sat with his eyes closed upon his divine throne. He wore a splendid sea-blue robe and held the real Sea God Trident in his hand.

Suddenly—

Crack.

A sound of shattering rang out in Poseidon's mind.

Poseidon's eyes flew open.

Confusion flashed across his deep-blue eyes.

"Pfft!"

Then Poseidon opened his mouth and spat out a great mouthful of golden blood, glowing with a dense divine radiance.

The golden divine blood hit the polished floor of the temple and instantly corroded a hole in the hard crystal tiles.

Poseidon's whole body shuddered violently.

Paying no heed to the blood at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head and stared fixedly at the palm of his left hand.

There had once been a faith imprint there, linking him to Sea God Island in the lower realm.

But now, the imprint had been utterly shattered. Even the trace of divine soul essence he had left in the token had been erased by a terrifying force!

"How is this possible?!"

Poseidon sprang to his feet from the divine throne, disbelief written all over his normally dignified face.

Through his final connection to the token, he had clearly seen what had happened in the lower realm.

A leaf.

A willow leaf, only two fingers wide, glowing with a faint green light.

It had simply swept through the air, light as a feather.

Not only had it sliced apart the trident projection he had condensed from divine power, it had followed the thread of divine power and destroyed the very essence of his divine soul!

What kind of leaf was that?

What level of power could possibly do that?

Poseidon felt his heart pounding violently.

As a First-Level God at level 108, he was one of the most powerful beings in the Divine Realm.

Even a god of the same rank could never erase his divine soul essence so effortlessly, without giving him the slightest chance to resist!

Rumble!

Just as Poseidon was reeling with shock and uncertainty, the massive doors of the Sea God Hall were suddenly shoved open from the outside.

A surge of purple-black lightning, brimming with destructive, frenzied energy, poured through the doors into the temple.

The newcomer wore a billowing purple-black cloak, shrouding his entire figure in shadow.

Only his crimson eyes were visible, radiating a chilling coldness.

He was one of the five supreme gods of the Divine Realm: the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction entered the hall. He glanced at the pool of golden divine blood on the floor, then at Poseidon's pale face.

"Poseidon."

His voice was hoarse, brimming with undisguised mockery.

"I just sensed a violent disturbance in the faith on Sea God Island in the lower realm."

"What happened? Were you, a mighty First-Level Main God, actually struck back by a mortal from the lower realm?"

Poseidon's face darkened at the God of Destruction's taunt.

But before he could reply, two more figures entered through the doors.

The figure on the left wore heavy dark-red armor. His long blood-red hair drifted without a breeze, and an icy aura of slaughter radiated from him.

The God of Asura.

The figure on the right wore a gorgeous purple-black gown. Her face was alluring, and poisonous demonic patterns swirled faintly around her.

The Rakshasa God.

These powerful gods of the Divine Realm had clearly sensed the disturbance in the lower realm and come to the Sea God Hall to investigate.

"Poseidon, your aura is in disarray."

The God of Asura walked to the center of the hall. His blood-red eyes, empty of pupils, fixed on the Sea God.

"The energy fluctuations in Heavenly Dou Imperial City are blocking your divine sense. I can't see through them completely with my Asura Divine Will either."

"Did you forcefully send down divine punishment just now?"

Under their questions, Poseidon gritted his teeth, then finally nodded with great difficulty.

"Yes."

Poseidon swept a hand through the air.

A scene immediately appeared in midair, formed from rippling water.

It showed what had happened in the main hall of Listening Rain Pavilion.

"This mortal named Su Chen was making outrageous claims in the lower realm. He insulted me and even disparaged the entire Divine Realm."

Poseidon pointed at the white-robed young man in the scene, his voice thick with hatred.

"I sent down a divine token and ordered Bo Saixi to execute him."

"But..."

Poseidon swallowed, seeming reluctant to say what came next.

"But what?" The Rakshasa God sneered. "Don't tell me you couldn't even kill a mortal without a trace of Soul Power?"

"He used a leaf."

Poseidon ignored the Rakshasa God. Staring at the scene, he spoke each word deliberately.

"He used a willow leaf to cut apart my divine punishment."

"Not only that, the leaf's power ignored the laws of space and erased the essence I had left in the lower realm."

As soon as he said this, the Sea God Hall fell silent.

Then the God of Destruction suddenly burst into laughter.

"Poseidon, have you been in the Divine Realm for so long that your brain has rusted?"

The God of Destruction walked up to the scene, his crimson eyes fixed on the white-robed young man.

"A leaf? Cutting through divine power?"

"If you want to make excuses for your incompetence, at least come up with a convincing one!"

The Rakshasa God covered her mouth and giggled.

"Lord Sea God, it seems your Grand Pontiff in the lower realm is useless. You're not much better."

"My successor, Bibi Dong, may have suffered a setback at this boy's hands, but that was because some sort of ancient defensive formation had been set up in that teahouse."

Her tone was dripping with disdain.

"Some willow leaf, some Unique Cave Heaven..."

"He's just putting on a show with some spatial artifact left over from the Dragon God's era."

"You let a mortal wound your essence with an artifact's sleight of hand. What a disgrace to the Divine Realm!"

As the others mocked him, Poseidon clenched both fists.

"You don't understand!"

Poseidon roared.

"That power wasn't some artifact! It was a law I've never seen before!"

"And do you know what he told the mortals in that teahouse?"

Poseidon suddenly swept his hand through the air. The voices from the scene grew louder, playing everything Su Chen had said.

At those words, the God of Destruction's laughter abruptly died.

Even the blood-red killing aura around the God of Asura erupted beyond his control.

The smile vanished from the Rakshasa God's face, leaving her eyes filled with venom.

A little brat had killed seven gods?

To the exalted gods of Douluo, that was blasphemy!

In this universe, they were the heavens. They were the rulers!

Mortals were meant only to kneel before them in reverence.

Yet now, an insignificant bug from the lower realm had stood before thousands of people and vividly recounted how mortals slaughtered gods like chickens!

"Impudent!"

The God of Destruction roared. A burst of frenzied purple-black lightning instantly blew the watery scene to pieces.

"A mere mortal bug dares to invent such absurd lies and blaspheme divine majesty!"

The God of Destruction turned to the God of Asura, his crimson eyes fixed on him.

"Asura, are we supposed to let him spout his nonsense down there?"

"If the beings of the lower realm believe this demonic drivel, the foundations of our faith will be shaken to the core!"

"We must send down true divine punishment and wipe that city—and that bug—off the face of the earth!"

The God of Asura remained where he stood, his dark-red armor glinting coldly.

He wasn't as impulsive as the God of Destruction. Instead, he looked down upon Heavenly Dou Imperial City through the clouds of the Divine Realm.

"Destruction, the Divine Realm has its own rules."

"We cannot casually descend in our true forms, nor can we unleash a devastating attack on a mortal city. That was part of the pact we made back then."

"Besides..."

The God of Asura narrowed his eyes.

"There is something strange about Listening Rain Pavilion."

"It can block the probing of divine sense. That means it really does have a high-grade defensive formation."

"Even if you send down a thunderbolt, you may not be able to destroy it in one strike."

"Then what do we do? Just watch him spread his nonsense down there?" the God of Destruction demanded impatiently.

The God of Asura turned his gaze away and looked toward a slum on the outskirts of Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

That was where Tang San was staying at the inn.

"Earlier, I saw an interesting young man in the lower realm."

"He had a powerful killing aura and incredibly ingenious mechanical Hidden Weapons."

"And he's preparing to kill Su Chen right now."

Poseidon was taken aback by the God of Asura's words.

"Mechanical Hidden Weapons? You want a mortal to deal with him?"

"Why not?"

The God of Asura replied calmly.

"The Rakshasa God was right. Su Chen himself has no cultivation."

"He may rely on nothing more than the formation in that teahouse."

"A formation can block Soul Power and devour projections of divine power."

"But it can't guard against ordinary iron and poison that carry no energy fluctuations."

The God of Asura turned and walked toward the temple doors.

"That boy's name is Tang San."

"He has an extremely potent poison in his hands. A single trace of it is enough to kill anyone below the divine level."

"When he tells stories tomorrow, that boy will make his move."

God of Asura walked to the door, then stopped.

"We'll watch from here."

"If that boy succeeds, the Divine Realm's authority will naturally be upheld."

"Then I won't have to go looking for a successor."

"If he fails..."

"Then it will prove that Su Chen really does have some unusual trump card."

"When that happens..."

"I, Asura, will personally bestow a wisp of Asura Divine Will upon that boy named Tang San."

"And I will personally put an end to this blasphemer who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Outside Listening Rain Pavilion, the night was deep and dark.

Thick clouds hung over Heavenly Dou Imperial City, blocking out every trace of starlight.

After leaving Listening Rain Pavilion, Di Tian didn't linger.

He carefully concealed his presence. Only after he had left the bounds of Heavenly Dou Imperial City did he suddenly tear open space.

A remarkably well-hidden black rift in space flickered into existence and vanished in the air. Di Tian disappeared in an instant.

As the supreme overlord of Star Dou Forest, he could cross half of the Tiandou Empire in little time if he traveled at full speed.

In less than half an hour, Di Tian returned to the deepest part of Star Dou Forest.

By the shore of Life Lake, Da Ming and Er Ming were still sitting cross-legged on that secluded stone platform.

Their eyes were shut tight, and blue-green and earthy yellow light flickered alternately around them.

Above their heads, a jade slip radiating an ancient aura floated silently.

Extremely complex Bone Script danced around the jade slip.

Life essence from hundreds of miles around flowed toward them without end, washing over the bloodlines of these two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

Di Tian appeared by the lakeshore.

He glanced at Da Ming and Er Ming, sensing the pure power undergoing a transformation within them. A barely concealed look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

They had only spent half a night comprehending it.

Yet the auras of these two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had become several times more refined than before.

The untamed, primeval essence unique to the pure-blooded Ferocious Beasts of Perfect World had already begun to take root within them.

"That low-tier cultivation method Mr. Su casually bestowed really can completely remake the bones and foundations of Soul Beasts."

Di Tian drew a deep breath.

He didn't disturb Da Ming and Er Ming. Instead, he leaped straight into the crystal-clear Life Lake without a sound.

The water was cold.

The deeper he dove, the denser the surrounding life force became, until it seemed almost viscous, like liquid.

Di Tian continued downward for several thousand meters.

Only when a vast Crystal Cave radiating a faint silver light came into view at the lake bottom did he stop and stride inside.

The cave was enormous.

At its very center coiled a silver dragon of indescribable size.

She had her eyes closed and was asleep.

Her silver scales should have shimmered brilliantly, but now great swathes of them had lost their luster.

A hideous wound marred the dragon's chest.

It was deep enough to expose bone. Within it, a mass of nine-colored light pulsed restlessly—the core left behind when the Dragon God had split apart.

Several exceedingly stubborn chains of law coiled around the core, filled with an aura of destruction and slaughter.

They were the Origin Dao Wound left by the Divine Realm's God King.

Even after sleeping at the bottom of Life Lake for hundreds of thousands of years, the wound still showed no sign of healing. Instead, it continued to devour the silver dragon's vitality.

Di Tian stopped ten zhang from the dragon.

He knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

"Lord."