Tang Hao: Earnestly Requests Senior Bo Saixi to Act

Vast Sea City, Fasinuo Province, Heaven Dou Empire.

Today, this coastal city was exceptionally lively.

On a sailing ship out at sea, Sea Dragon Douluo led over a hundred sea soul masters, quietly awaiting the return of the Sea God High Priestess.

Outside the city, a coalition force was formed by the six major sects: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect at the lead, joined by the Elephant Armored Sect, the Sacred Dragon Sect, the Black Tiger Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect.

The Clear Sky Sect's move from the prosperous central regions of the continent to a remote coastal city in the west was far too suspicious.

"I do not understand the purpose behind the Clear Sky Sect's actions."

"Ning does not believe that the Clear Sky Sect, which has always been overbearing and capable of taking on six opponents at once, would choose to retreat and not even dare to fight just because we have united as one."

After Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, his gaze swept over those present, observing their expressions.

The world's number one Clear Sky Sect had existed in name only since the death of Tang Chen.

Relying solely on Tang Zhen, a level 93 Titled Douluo, they simply could not hold onto the commercial streets, fertile fields, lakes, and soul beast forests that Tang Chen had once seized from the various major sects.

Raising soul masters was incredibly expensive; not every sect was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the wealthiest in the world.

In the past, relying on his own formidable strength, Tang Chen had forged the reputation of the majestic Clear Sky Sect and the peerless War Soul Hammer, seizing countless real estate assets from various sects and clans to support the Clear Sky Tang Clan and the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect.

At its peak, the number of soul masters under the Clear Sky Sect's influence reached as high as ten thousand.

It was second only to Spirit Hall and surpassed the number of soul masters belonging to the two great empires.

Only by combining the other six of the seven major sects could they barely contend with the Clear Sky Sect.

However, ever since Tang Chen was slain by Qian Xunji and his corpse taken away as a trophy, the Clear Sky Sect had gone into a decline.

It could be said that when the tree fell, the monkeys scattered; apart from the Clear Sky Tang Clan members and some die-hard loyalists, everyone else had abandoned the sect.

"A while ago, a woman dressed in red visited the Clear Sky Sect."

"That woman once sat on equal footing with Qian Daoliu in Spirit City, drinking tea and chatting."

Yu Yuanzhen revealed the intelligence he had gathered.

If the Clear Sky Sect did not fall, how could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect claim to be the world's number one, with the world's number one beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

Without Tang Chen, and with methods now available to counter the Clear Sky Hammer, who was afraid of that bunch of stinking blacksmiths?

The masters of the other four sects remained silent.

Their sects lacked Titled Douluos and had to rely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's master, Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, to serve as the vanguard against Tang Zhen.

When the Clear Sky fell, everyone else feasted.

The six sects formed a coalition for the sole purpose of reclaiming the commercial streets, fertile fields, lakes, and soul beast forests they had lost in the past.

Yu Yuanzhen took the lead, launching a probing harassment campaign against the Clear Sky Sect.

"This is too much!" Seeing his father injured, the young Tang Hao felt his eyes turn bloodshot with rage, his breathing ragged like an ox.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at the six-sect coalition.

His grandfather had just died, and these dogs were like sharks smelling blood, all rushing up to take a bite out of the Clear Sky Sect.

They were attempting to seize the empire his grandfather had built.

Now that they, the Clear Sky Tang Clan, had moved out of the prosperous central regions of the continent to this remote coastal city of Vast Sea City, these people still refused to let them go.

"I implore Senior Bo Saixi to take action and help my Clear Sky Sect repel the enemy." Tang Hao cupped his hands, his etiquette impeccable, and pleaded in a low voice.

Bo Saixi, her face expressionless, felt a flash of disdain in her eyes and a cold sneer in her heart: "Both are inheritors chosen by gods, yet Tang Hao cannot compare to Qian Xunji in the slightest."

Although that cold-blooded man was very detestable, he dared to face the Sea God with his sword drawn, not retreating a single step.

That line, "Courage is the anthem of humanity," remained unforgettable to this day.

In contrast, Tang Hao, when faced with a strong enemy, dared not take the initiative to attack, but instead begged her for help.

The difference was clear; Tang Hao had lost completely.

But who could blame him when he was the one specifically requested by Lord Sea God Poseidon?

In order to fulfill the oracle personally issued by Lord Sea God Poseidon as quickly as possible and bring Tang Hao back to Sea God Island, Bo Saixi stood up and summoned her Sea God Martial Soul.

The seaside was, after all, the ocean.

On the sea, apart from a very few exceptions, she, the Sea God High Priestess, a level 99 Limit Douluo titled the Sea God, was the strongest woman.

With just a wave of her hand, she created a ten-meter-high tidal wave.

Bo Saixi floated in the air, stepping on the waves. Her gaze swept over the coalition, and a sweep of her spiritual power revealed that there wasn't even a level 96 Titled Douluo among them; she saw them as nothing more than a mob of chickens and dogs.

"Either retreat, or be buried in the sea."

Facing Qian Xunji, Bo Saixi had been powerless and could only take a passive beating.

But facing these other continental soul masters, she was the queen, majestic and overbearing, ready to send them to a watery grave.

Opposite her.

Yu Yuanzhen, who had been conducting guerrilla warfare against Tang Zhen, felt the soul power pressure from Bo Saixi—which was no less than that of Tang Chen or Qian Daoliu—and decisively turned to flee.

Asking him to fight a Limit Douluo? That was simply impossible.

Gu Rong was even faster than Yu Yuanzhen; he scooped Ning Fengzhi up in a bridal carry and bolted.

Having witnessed the battle between Qian Xunji and Tang Chen, the many spirit masters of the Spirit Master World finally understood just how powerful a Limit Douluo truly was.

Thus, everyone knew that if you encountered a Limit Douluo unleashing spirit skills, you ran immediately.

They didn't even need spirit skills to kill low-level spirit masters; the mere shockwaves were enough to wipe out a whole crowd.

Everyone was just working for their sects for a few gold spirit coins a month, so why would they risk their lives?

Tang Hao watched the allied forces of the six sects flee before the fight had even begun, his mouth agape as he stammered, "This..."

Were spirit masters these days really so lacking in integrity?

How was it that whenever they met a powerhouse, they all acted as if they had greased their feet, running away so quickly?

While he stood there dazed, his brother Tang Xiao grabbed his hand and led him onto the ship bound for Sea God Island.

Accompanying them were more than a dozen direct descendants of the Clear Sky Tang Clan.

On the other side, Qian Xunji had fused two leg spirit bones, completing his set of six body spirit bones, and had passed the eighth trial of Asura.

990,000-year Tianmeng Ice Silkworm head spirit bone.

Million-year Deep Sea Demon Whale King torso bone.

Ice and Fire Dragon King left and right arm bones.

200,000-year Tree of Life right leg bone.

100,000-year Thunderclap Nether Vine left leg bone.

External spirit bone: Eight Spider Lances.

100,000-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear right palm external spirit bone.

790,000-year Evil Eye Demon Monarch Sovereign external spirit bone.

A total of nine spirit bones—even more than Dai Yuhao's eight and Tang San's seven.

Ever since they had hunted the 100,000-year Thunderclap Nether Vine and gained its ability to summon heavenly lightning, Qian Xunji and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King had remained in a state of summoning and consuming lightning to enhance their strength.

Evil Emperor: My heart is bitter. I am clearly not a lolicon, yet I have to be electrocuted every single day.

"I beg you two big shots, take a break. Let me catch my breath. If I keep getting shocked like this, I'm afraid my soul will scatter into nothingness."

"The Eight Spider Lances haven't fully evolved into a divine artifact yet, so endure it," the Deep Sea Demon Whale King said coldly.

It wanted to become stronger—stronger than Poseidon—so it could take its revenge.

The grudge of having one eye blinded had to be repaid.

"Mr. Evil Emperor, why don't you go into my spiritual sea?" Qian Xunji suggested.

If the Evil Emperor were shocked until his soul scattered, causing the power of the Evil Eye Tyrant external spirit bone to drop, it would be a massive loss.

The moment the Evil Emperor heard Qian Xunji's offer to let him enter his spiritual sea, his body couldn't help but shudder.

Damn it, the silver-haired, red-eyed woman living in your spiritual sea is far too terrifying.

Just one look and I felt like my eyes were going to explode.

The Evil Emperor would rather stay in the Evil Eye Tyrant external spirit bone and get electrocuted than step a single foot into that spiritual sea.