Sea God's Great Wrath, God of Asura's Scheme!

"He insulted my father and destroyed my Clear Sky Sect; he is the cancer of this continent, a thoroughly wicked demon."

"If he does not die, my father can never be rescued. We will be forced to hide in the sewers like rats forever."

Tang San quickly assembled the components in his hands. With a series of mechanical clicks, a delicately crafted black cylinder appeared in his grasp.

This was a top-tier mechanical hidden weapon he had spent countless efforts to forge, utilizing the memories of his past life.

Combined with the lethal poison he had concocted, its power was immeasurable.

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

Tang San stroked the hidden weapon in his hand, his tone filled with righteous indignation.

"I must kill him."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San and nodded with satisfaction.

"San, Flender and I will be waiting outside to support you tomorrow. You just focus on the strike."

"Once he is dead, those so-called formations of his will collapse on their own. When the scene descends into chaos, we will seize the chance to escape."

"Understood."

Tang San nodded, tucked the hidden weapon into his sleeve, and walked to the window, pushing open the dilapidated wooden shutters.

Cold rain lashed against his face. Tang San stared in the direction of the Listening Rain Pavilion in the south of the city, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.

"Su Chen."

"Tomorrow, I will let you know that there are things in this world that your sorcery can never defend against."

Having said this, Tang San closed the window, sat back down on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

He needed to adjust his state to its peak.

Tomorrow's strike could only succeed; failure was not an option.

On the other side, the Douluo God Realm.

There was no night here; the realm was shrouded in seven-colored clouds all year round, saturated with an extremely dense aura of divinity.

A magnificent temple, crafted entirely from sapphire-like crystals, floated silently in the center of a sea of clouds.

This was the Sea God Hall.

Deep within the grand hall, a Sea God Statue standing a hundred feet tall towered over the space.

Beneath the statue, Poseidon, dressed in luxurious sea-blue robes and holding the true Sea God Trident, sat upon his throne with his eyes closed.

Suddenly.

Crack.

A shattering sound echoed within Poseidon's mind.

Poseidon snapped his eyes open.

A trace of bewilderment flashed through those deep blue pupils.

"Pfft!"

The next moment, Poseidon opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of golden blood, which radiated a dense, divine brilliance.

The golden divine blood landed on the polished floor of the temple, instantly corroding a large pit into the hard crystal stone.

Poseidon's entire body trembled violently.

Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked down sharply, staring fixedly at the palm of his left hand.

There, a mark of faith connecting him to the Sea God Island in the lower realm had once existed.

But at this moment, not only was the mark completely shattered, but even the sliver of his divine soul origin left within the token had been forcibly erased by a terrifying power!

"How is this possible!"

Poseidon stood up abruptly from his throne, his usually dignified face filled with disbelief.

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

A leaf.

A willow leaf, only two fingers wide, emitting a faint green glow.

With just a light, fluttering swipe.

It had not only shredded the projection of the trident he had condensed with divine power, but had also followed the thread of divine energy to extinguish his divine soul origin!

What kind of leaf was that?

What level of power was that exactly!

Poseidon felt his heart pounding violently.

As a Level 108 First-Class God, he was a significant figure even within this God Realm.

Even a god of the same rank could never erase his divine soul origin so effortlessly, leaving him without even a sliver of room to resist!

Boom!

Just as Poseidon was caught in a state of uncertainty and suspicion.

The heavy doors of the Sea God Hall were suddenly pushed open violently from the outside.

A surge of purple-black lightning, brimming with an aura of destruction and rage, poured directly into the hall through the doorway.

The person who entered wore a wide, purple-black cloak that shrouded his entire figure in shadow.

Only a pair of eyes emitting a scarlet glow revealed a coldness that made one's blood run cold.

One of the five supreme gods of the God Realm, the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction walked into the grand hall, glancing first at the pool of golden divine blood on the floor, then at the pale-faced Poseidon.

"Poseidon."

The voice of the God of Destruction was extremely hoarse, laced with undisguised mockery.

"I just sensed a violent upheaval in the faith of Sea God Island in the lower realm."

"How is it that you, a dignified Tier 1 Main God, have actually been backlashed by a mortal from the lower realm?"

Hearing the taunt from the God of Destruction, Poseidon's expression turned incredibly unsightly in an instant.

But before he could retort.

Two more figures walked in from outside the doors.

The person on the left was clad in heavy, dark red armor, his blood-red hair moving without wind, his entire body radiating an intensely frigid aura of slaughter.

The God of Asura.

The person on the right wore a gorgeous purple-black gown, her face bewitching, with faint, venomous demonic patterns swirling around her.

The Rakshasa God.

These bigwigs of the God Realm had evidently all sensed the anomaly in the lower realm and had come to the Sea God Hall to inspect the situation.

"Poseidon, your aura is in chaos."

The God of Asura walked to the center of the hall, his pupil-less, blood-colored eyes fixed on the Sea God.

"The energy fluctuations in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City of the lower realm not only blocked your divine sense, but even my Asura divine sense could not fully penetrate them."

"Did you, just now, forcibly descend a divine punishment?"

Facing the interrogation of these powerful figures.

Poseidon gritted his teeth, and in the end, nodded with extreme difficulty.

"Yes."

Poseidon waved his hand.

In mid-air, an image condensed from water ripples immediately appeared.

The scene displayed was exactly what had transpired within the main hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

"This mortal named Su Chen was spouting nonsense in the lower realm, not only insulting me but even disparaging our entire God Realm."

Poseidon pointed at the young man in white within the image, his tone filled with deep hatred.

"I descended a divine token, ordering Bo Saixi to suppress and kill him."

"But..."

Poseidon swallowed hard, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

"But what?" The Rakshasa God sneered, "You wouldn't happen to mean that you couldn't even kill a mortal who doesn't even possess soul power, would you?"

"He used a leaf."

Poseidon ignored the Rakshasa God, staring at the image as he spoke word by word.

"He used a leaf from a Willow Tree to shred my divine punishment."

"Not only that, but the power of that leaf directly ignored the laws of space and erased the origin I had left in the lower realm."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Sea God Hall fell into an instant of silence.

Then, the God of Destruction suddenly let out a loud laugh.

"Poseidon, have you stayed in this God Realm for too long, to the point where your brain has rusted?"

The God of Destruction walked up to the image, his scarlet eyes fixed on the young man in white.

"A leaf? Shredding divine power?"

"Even if you want to find an excuse to cover up your incompetence, at least find a decent reason!"

The Rakshasa God also covered her mouth and giggled.

"Lord Sea God, your Great Priest in the lower realm is a piece of trash, and it seems you aren't much better."

"Although my successor, Bibi Dong, also suffered a setback at the hands of this brat, that was only because some kind of ancient defensive formation had been laid out in that teahouse."

The Rakshasa God's tone was extremely contemptuous.

"What willow leaf, what Unique Cave Heaven."

"It is nothing more than relying on some spatial divine artifact left over from the Dragon God era to play the ghost and act the devil."

"To think you were actually injured at the source by a mortal using the smoke and mirrors of a divine artifact—you have truly brought shame upon our God Realm!"

Listening to these taunts, Poseidon clenched his hands into tight fists.

"You don't understand at all!"

Poseidon roared aloud.

"That power is absolutely not some divine artifact! It is a type of law I have never seen before!"

"And do you even know what he told the mortals of the lower realm in that teahouse!"

Poseidon waved his hand violently, and the sound within the projection was amplified, playing back everything Su Chen had said.

Upon hearing these words, the laughter of the God of Destruction came to an abrupt halt.

Even the blood-colored killing intent radiating from the God of Asura erupted uncontrollably.

The smile on the face of the Rakshasa God froze completely, her eyes turning extremely venomous.

A mere brat, killing seven gods?

To the high and mighty gods of Douluo, this was nothing short of blasphemy!

In this universe, they were the heavens, they were the masters!

Mortals were meant only to kneel and revere them.

Yet now, an ant from the lower realm was vividly recounting to thousands of people how mortals could slaughter gods as easily as killing chickens!

"Insolent!"

The God of Destruction bellowed, and the violent purple-black lightning on his body instantly shattered the watery projection into dust.

"A mere mortal ant dares to fabricate such absurd lies to blaspheme divine majesty!"

The God of Destruction turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the God of Asura.

"Asura, are we just going to let him continue speaking like this down there?"

"If the living beings of the lower realm come to believe such demonic words, the foundation of our God Realm's faith will be thoroughly shaken!"

"We must descend a true divine punishment and wipe that city, along with that ant, from this world!"

The God of Asura stood in place, his dark red armor emitting a cold luster.

He was not as impulsive as the God of Destruction; instead, he looked through the clouds of the God Realm, peering directly down at the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

"Destruction, the God Realm has its rules."

"We cannot easily descend in our true forms, nor can we arbitrarily unleash destructive strikes upon mortal cities; this was the contract made in the past."

"Furthermore..."

The God of Asura narrowed his eyes.

"That Listening Rain Pavilion is indeed somewhat peculiar."

"The fact that it can isolate divine sense from prying suggests there is indeed a high-grade defensive formation there."

"Even if you were to descend a thunderous punishment, you might not necessarily destroy it in one strike."

"Then what? Just watch him spread his demonic words down there?" the God of Destruction demanded with extreme impatience.

The God of Asura withdrew his gaze and looked toward a slum in the outer city of the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

That was precisely the inn where Tang San was staying.

"I just saw a very interesting youth in the lower realm."

"He possesses a very intense killing intent and wields extremely sophisticated physical hidden weapons."

"Moreover, he is currently preparing to kill that Su Chen."

Hearing the words of the God of Asura, Poseidon was taken aback.

"Physical hidden weapons? You want to use a mortal to deal with him?"

"Why not?"

The God of Asura replied indifferently.

"Rakshasa was right just now; that Su Chen himself possesses no cultivation."

"What he relies on is very likely just the formation of that teahouse."

"The formation can block soul power and swallow divine power projections."

"But a formation cannot defend against mundane iron and potent poisons that carry no energy fluctuations."

The God of Asura turned and walked toward the exit of the divine hall.

"That youth is named Tang San."

"He possesses an extremely tyrannical poison in his hands; as long as one is tainted by even a trace, death is certain for anyone below the god level."

"When he tells his story tomorrow, that youth will make his move."

The God of Asura walked to the door and paused.

"We shall watch from here."

"If that youth succeeds, the majesty of the God Realm will naturally be upheld."

"And I will be spared the trouble of searching for another successor."

"But if he fails..."

"Then it will prove that this Su Chen truly possesses some extraordinary trump cards."

"At that time."

"I, Asura, will personally bestow a strand of my divine consciousness to attach itself to that youth named Tang San."

"I shall personally put an end to this blasphemer who knows not the immensity of heaven and earth."

Outside the Listening Rain Pavilion, the night was deep.

The clouds above the Heavenly Dou Imperial City were exceptionally thick, not even a sliver of starlight could pierce through.

After Di Tian emerged from the Listening Rain Pavilion, he did not linger for a moment.

He carefully restrained his aura until he had completely cleared the borders of the Heavenly Dou Imperial City, only then did he violently tear through the void.

A highly concealed black spatial rift flashed across the mid-air, and Di Tian's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

As the supreme overlord of the Star Dou Forest, if he traveled at full speed, it would not take long to cross the vast majority of the Tiandou Empire.

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

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

Both had their eyes tightly shut, with cyan and earthy-yellow light flickering alternately upon their bodies.

Hovering silently above their heads was a jade slip radiating an ancient aura.

Extremely complex Bone Script danced around the jade slip.

The life essence from hundreds of miles around was gathering continuously, scouring the bloodlines of these two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

Di Tian manifested his form by the lakeside.

He glanced at Da Ming and Er Ming, and upon sensing the pure power undergoing a qualitative change within them, a flash of unconcealable astonishment crossed his eyes.

After only half a night of contemplation.

The aura of these two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had actually become several times more refined than before.

That primal charm, unique to the pure-blooded fierce beasts of the Perfect World, had already begun to take root within them.

"That low-level cultivation technique Mr. Su bestowed so casually can actually truly reshape the foundation and bones of a soul beast."

Di Tian took a deep breath.

He did not disturb Da Ming and Er Ming, but instead leaped forward, silently submerging into the crystal-clear Life Lake.

The lake water was ice-cold.

The deeper he dived, the more concentrated the surrounding life aura became, eventually appearing faintly like a viscous liquid.

Di Tian dived for several thousand meters.

He did not stop until a massive crystal cavern radiating a faint silver glow appeared at the bottom of the lake, at which point he stepped inside.

The space within the cavern was immense.

In the very center of the cavern lay a silver dragon of indescribably massive proportions.

The dragon's eyes were closed as she slumbered.

The silver scales on her body should have been dazzling, but at this moment, large patches of them had lost their luster.

On the dragon's chest was a hideously jagged wound.

The wound was deep enough to reveal bone, and within it, a mass of nine-colored light pulsed restlessly—that was the core left behind after the Dragon God had split.

And coiled upon that core were several extremely stubborn chains of law, filled with the aura of destruction and slaughter.

Those were the Origin Dao Wounds left behind by the God Kings of the God Realm.

Even after slumbering at the bottom of the Life Lake for hundreds of thousands of years, this wound showed no signs of healing; instead, it continued to devour the vitality of the Silver Dragon.

Di Tian walked until he was ten zhang away from the dragon, then stopped.

He knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

"My Lord."