From Douluo to Godhood, Chapter 12

Why was Jiang Chen standing there blankly instead of running?

Because he discovered that he couldn't move at all. At this moment, the entire Holy Soul Village seemed to have plunged into the dead of night. Lightning flashed incessantly within the darkness, and the massive, explosive roars of thunder threatened to shatter his eardrums.

He felt as though he had been locked onto by the thunder from the heavens.

He couldn't understand why merely awakening a martial soul would attract such terrifying lightning. It felt as if it were truly the will of the heavens, intent on striking him down.

Even if he were a zombie, there was no need for the world to be so intolerant the moment he appeared, was there?

Just then, Jiang Chen felt a new power emerge from the zombie martial soul behind him.

It was a power completely opposite to corpse poison, radiating an incredibly violent fluctuation. That terrifying aura made Jiang Chen's soul tremble.

He vaguely sensed that this power was extremely rigid and masculine, seemingly very similar to the aura of the lightning in the sky.

While he was pondering this, the lightning in the sky converged, forming a multicolored bolt that struck down from the terrifying vortex of black clouds toward the wooden house below.

"Ah!"

Countless people let out screams of terror and collapsed to the ground. Tang Hao stood beside Tang San, his resolute face as stern as iron. The surging soul power within his body stirred, ready to whisk Tang San away at any moment.

Just as that multicolored bolt of lightning struck down, a thick golden bolt of lightning erupted from the wooden house, rising to meet the multicolored one.

BOOM!

High above, the two bolts of lightning collided, the intense explosion sounding as if the sky itself were splitting apart.

Where the lightning clashed, light shone brilliantly, like a small sun, illuminating the entire pitch-black world as if it were broad daylight.

An incredibly oppressive aura lingered in everyone's hearts. Su Yuntao had wanted to flee many times, but his legs had gone weak; under this heavenly might, he was unable to resist.

The small sun formed by the two bolts of lightning radiated terrifying fluctuations. Tang Hao did not doubt that if he were standing there, he would likely be reduced to dust within a single breath.

Suddenly, the small sun vanished. The multicolored lightning recoiled, disappearing back into the leaden clouds.

The golden lightning returned to the wooden house, sinking into the zombie martial soul and vanishing without a trace.

Except for Tang Hao, his son, and Su Yuntao, everyone else remained collapsed on the ground. Fortunately, the black clouds in the sky began to fade, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished into thin air as if they had never appeared at all.

Many people couldn't help but rub their eyes, still shaken, as a sense of surviving a catastrophe washed over them.

"Little Chen!" Old Jack cried out, rushing over with trembling steps.

Although he was usually somewhat afraid of Jiang Chen, he had long since come to treat him as his own grandson. How could he not be worried?

"Let's go take a look," Tang Hao said.

He placed his broad palm on the back of Tang San's head, and the two of them walked toward the wooden house.

Su Yuntao's expression flickered between uncertainty and hesitation. After sensing the situation carefully, he gritted his teeth and ultimately followed them.

The danger seemed to have passed, and besides, his tools for earning a living were still inside.

He had to see what kind of martial soul this was, to have caused such a massive commotion during its awakening.

None of the other villagers dared to approach; their eyes still held lingering traces of terror as they watched the wooden house from afar.

Inside the house, Jiang Chen's martial soul had already vanished, and he had regained the ability to move.