"Damn it!"
"Why were things on this continent even more complicated than I'd imagined?"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth. For the first time, the confidence she'd had in her ability to control everything wavered.
Beside her, Qian Renxue's brows were also tightly knit.
"A demigod king..."
"Doesn't that make him even stronger than an ordinary god?"
"If the Soul Beast Clan makes a move now and joins the war, the consequences would be unthinkable."
Outside Heaven Dou City, at the Tang Sect camp.
"Plop."
The chicken leg fell from Ma Hongjun's hand.
Oscar's mouth hung open, his jaw nearly dislocated.
Tang San stared at the terrifying Ferocious Beasts on the screen, his face ashen.
He'd always thought Daming and Erming were the strongest beings in Star Dou Forest.
He'd always treated Star Dou Forest like his own backyard. If he wanted a Soul Ring, he took one; if he wanted to revive Xiao Wu, he revived her.
But now, the Sky Curtain had told him that a whole pack of ancestors stronger than him were squatting in there?
Especially that Di Tian.
Eight hundred and ninety thousand years!
Even if he became a god at level one hundred right now, he'd have to think twice before facing a Ferocious Beast of that caliber.
"Xiao Wu..."
Tang San turned to Xiao Wu beside him, his voice a little hoarse:
"Did you... know about this?"
Xiao Wu looked just as bewildered. She shook her head again and again:
"Brother, I... I've never seen them."
"I only knew there was a forbidden zone deep in the forest. Daming and Erming never let me go near it, but I had no idea there were..."
Tang San took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
His eyes flickered.
Fear gave way to greed.
So many Ferocious Beasts that were over a hundred thousand years old.
If he could hunt them all and turn them into Soul Rings and Soul Bones...
What an incredible increase in power that would bring!
But reason told him that now was absolutely not the time to provoke those monsters.
"Pass down my orders."
"No one is to go anywhere near Star Dou Forest!"
Tang San gave the order in a low voice.
"Our most urgent task now is to deal with Bibi Dong and take the Spirit Hall Empire."
"As for those beasts..."
"Once I've unified the continent and secured my godhood, I'll take my time dealing with them!"
Tang San tightened his grip on the Sea God Trident, temporarily suppressing his greed.
A breeze swept through the ruined streets.
As Venti settled onto the rooftop, the tension that had been stretched to its breaking point somehow eased.
Shui Bing'er let out a long breath. At last, her fingers—white from gripping her staff so tightly—relaxed.
She looked at the green-clad figure, her heart finally at ease.
As long as he was here,
the sky would never fall.
Feng Xiaotian, too, slumped to the ground without a care for appearances and gasped for breath. Seeing his teacher casually munching on an apple, he grinned foolishly.
But that sense of peace didn't reach the people across from them.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his murky eyes sizing up the young man on the roof.
Far too young.
He looked barely over twenty. There wasn't the slightest trace of Soul Power around him. He seemed like some idle poet who did nothing but compose verses.
This was the lord of Godwind City?
A trace of disdain appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff face.
He stepped forward twice and struck the pose of an elder lecturing a junior. His voice was hoarse, with a preachy edge to it:
"Are you Venti?"
"As the lord of a city, you should know how to read the situation."
"Now that Tang San has become the Sea God, the Tang Sect ranks fourth on the Heaven Ranking, and the Heaven Dou Army is at your gates, this is the will of Heaven."
Yu Xiaogang paused, then pointed at Venti, his tone growing sterner:
"Young man, don't ruin your future over a moment of anger."
"Come down now, kneel and receive the decree, then return with me to Heaven Dou City for service."
"Seeing that you have some talent, I can plead with His Majesty to spare your life and even find you an official post in the army."
Dai Mubai stood to the side, a fierce glint in his evil eyes.
That White Tiger Meteor Shower had somehow been neutralized just now, and it had left him simmering with anger.
He was a Titled Douluo of level ninety-five!
And a gust of wind had toyed with him?
"Grandmaster, why waste your breath on him?"
Dai Mubai rolled his wrists, his joints cracking loudly.
"He's just a coward hiding behind women and students."
"Hey, you!"
"What kind of sorcery was that just now? A Soul Tool?"
"I'd advise you to know what's good for you. Get down here and kowtow to Grandmaster, or else..."
Dai Mubai's third Soul Ring suddenly lit up. White Tiger Vajra Transformation activated, and his muscles swelled, making his imposing presence even more fearsome.
"Or I'll tear this sorry excuse for a city apart and crush your bones one by one!"
Faced with their taunts, Venti merely took a gentle bite of his apple.
Crunch.
The crisp sound rang out sharply on the silent street.
Venti chewed twice and swallowed, then tilted his head and gazed innocently down at them:
"Service?"
"Kowtow?"
"Ah, guests these days are getting ruder and ruder."
He shook his head helplessly. A faint glimmer of green flashed in his clear, jade-like eyes.
"If you don't know how to behave, then let me teach you what the rules of the wind are..."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Venti casually raised a hand and gently pressed down on the empty space below.
Not a single Soul Ring lit up.
There wasn't even a spectacular display of Soul Skills.
It was just that one gentle press.
Boom!
Dai Mubai, who had been so aggressive just moments before, instantly paled.
The air around him suddenly grew as thick as molten iron. Then a terrifying upward force surged from beneath his feet.
"What's going on?!"
Dai Mubai cried out in shock.
And he wasn't the only one.
Yu Xiaogang beside him, along with the several thousand fully armed elite soldiers of Heaven Dou behind them—
At that moment, every one of them was lifted off the ground!
Clatter—
The clanging of armor merged into a single roar, accompanied by the terrified whinnies of warhorses.
Several thousand men, along with their two commanders, were gripped by an invisible hand and forcibly lifted into the air!
Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...
They rose until they were level with Venti on the rooftop. Only then did the upward force stop.
"Let me go!"
Dai Mubai roared, frantically circulating the Soul Power within him.
Seventh Soul Skill, White Tiger True Form!
A massive phantom white tiger appeared behind him, trying to break free from the invisible restraint.
But—
No matter how he unleashed his power, no matter how fiercely the white tiger phantom roared,
before that flowing breeze, he was like a fly trapped in amber, unable to move even a fraction!
Even twitching a finger was beyond him.
"This... this is impossible!"
At last, terror showed in Dai Mubai's eyes.
He was a level-ninety-five Titled Douluo!
Even a level-ninety-nine Limit Douluo couldn't completely suppress him with nothing but their presence, without even releasing their Martial Soul!
Was this harmless-looking young man a man or a ghost?!
Yu Xiaogang beside him was even more frightened, his face deathly pale.
Now suspended in midair like a flickering candle in the wind, he trembled uncontrollably.