Tang San: Rakshasa Demon Scythe in His Left Hand, Asura Demon Sword in His Right

After Spirit Hall annihilated the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with thunderous force, it rose to unprecedented heights and became the undisputed core of the entire Douluo Continent.

Countless soul masters, filled with a pilgrim-like yearning, desperately sought entry into this land, only to sigh helplessly outside the city.

To most people, that heavy city gate was farther away than the path to godhood.

Yet this ancient, unshakable majesty was suddenly torn apart in an instant.

The once clear azure sky seemed as though an invisible hand had splashed it with thick blood, instantly dyeing it a heart-palpitating crimson.

A terrifying pressure carrying the aura of destruction poured down from the heavens, like ten thousand tons of boulders pressing upon everyone's hearts.

All the soul masters in the city instinctively held their breath, their Soul Power trembling uncontrollably within their bodies.

"Rumble—!"

Deafening thunder roared like the wrath of the gods, rolling and echoing through the clouds.

A blood-red cloud that blotted out the sky rapidly condensed at a visible rate, shrouding all of Spirit City.

Shadows instantly devoured the sunlight, plunging heaven and earth into a strange gloom.

"W-what is going on? Could this be a natural disaster?"

"I don't know either!"

"Look! There's someone up there! A red figure!"

Before the words had even faded, the red figure streaked over from the horizon like a scarlet bolt of lightning.

In but an instant, he hovered above Spirit City.

That utterly horrifying aura swept downward like a tsunami.

Whether Titled Douluo or ordinary soul masters, everyone in the city felt their minds violently shaken, as though they would be crushed beneath this pressure the very next second.

The arrival was none other than Tang San.

At that moment, red and purple God-tier