The Seven Treasure Little Devil Meets Her Nemesis, Blue Silver Douluo Shakes the World, a Goddess Descends

Although Tang Chuan had rushed in front of Ning Rongrong,

and switched from Blue Silver Grass to the Clear Sky Hammer in less than a few breaths,

he was facing Soul Sages and Title Douluo.

The few experts possessed incredibly sharp eyes.

In an instant, they had taken in every one of Tang Chuan's movements.

Especially when they saw the purple Spirit Ring around him,

and his suddenly transformed martial soul,

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo immediately realized what had happened.

Their faces were filled with shock.

"Twin Martial Souls?"

"A purple Spirit Ring? He actually has a thousand-year first Spirit Ring? How did this kid manage that?"

"A black plant... is it a mutated Blue Silver Grass? And that hammer... could it be the Clear Sky Hammer?"

Among this group,

Qian Daoliu was the strongest, so naturally, he noticed far more than the others.

In particular, he watched the tens of thousands of Blue Silver Grass blades on the ground relentlessly crashing into the feathers.

Every collision weakened the feathers' power by the slightest bit.

He quickly realized

that this child's martial soul likely possessed the ability to devour the power of others.

This was simply...

identical to Bibi Dong's martial soul.

Bang!

Tang Chuan flew backward out of the smoke, clutching the shattered Clear Sky Hammer.

He flew dozens of meters, crashing through a mass of Blue Silver Grass before barely coming to a stop.

However,

when he realized that, thanks to the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone's powerful restorative ability, he had barely suffered any injuries,

he immediately reacted.

He gritted his teeth and deliberately shook himself into sustaining some internal injuries.

Only after coughing up a mouthful of blood in front of Ning Rongrong did he collapse.

Ning Rongrong came back to her senses and saw this.

She immediately broke down in tears.

She hurried over and held Tang Chuan tightly in her arms. "No, Brother Chuan, don't die. It's... it's all because Rongrong is too useless..."

Tang Chuan continued coughing up blood and reached out with a trembling hand to grab Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, there are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I was always too embarrassed to say them."

Ning Rongrong wept as if her heart had been torn apart.

"I understand. You want me to be your girlfriend, right?"

"I agree."

"I actually like you too."

"Hubby."

Tang Chuan hurriedly covered her mouth.

He glanced uneasily at Ning Fengzhi, whose expression was unreadable in the distance.

"No, I wanted to say something else."

"Do you remember what happened to you some time ago?"

Ning Rongrong blinked through her tears, then nodded.

Back then, she had always thought Lan Yin and Xiao Wu disliked her, so she had grown increasingly close to Tang Chuan.

"Actually, I was the one who stole and ate the carrot Xiao Wu had hidden."

"But she thought it was you, so she spanked you."

"When Lan Yin was bathing, I secretly cut her more conservative nightgown into a much skimpier style."

"But I told her you'd deliberately cut it because you were angry that her morning training had been too strict."

"So she spanked you again."

"Another time, while Xiao Wu was asleep, I had a nightmare and accidentally kicked her off the bed."

"But I woke up right away and, before she could get up from the floor, quickly switched places with you."

"Then she thought you had kicked her."

"She beat you up again while you were sleeping soundly."

Ning Rongrong could no longer cry.

The corner of her eyes kept twitching.

Her lips trembled nonstop.

"Can you forgive me?" Tang Chuan asked weakly.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.

She clenched her little fists and spat out each word one by one.

"I... I forgive you. As long as you don't die, Rongrong will forgive anything."

White World.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Pfft."

"I never expected this."

"Rongrong, that little devil, has feared neither heaven nor earth since she was young."

"In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, have been tormented by her."

"This time, she finally met her match."

Bone Douluo, who was stationed here, could not help but laugh.

However, he did not develop any prejudice against Tang Chuan because of this.

First, he knew that Tang Chuan had indeed taken especially good care of Rongrong during the month they had spent together.

Second, it was the potential Tang Chuan had displayed.

Twin Martial Souls + thousand-year first ring + ultimate attribute + domain skill + External Soul Bone + a Title Douluo protecting him.

He had such an extravagant lineup the moment he became a Soul Master.

Even across the ten-thousand-year history of Douluo Continent's Spirit Hall Soul Master system, there was no second person like him.

It could be said that aside from this kid seeming to have rather good luck with women,

Bone Douluo could hardly find a single flaw in him.

If Rongrong could be entrusted to his care,

Bone Douluo would feel much more at ease.

Smack!

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Bone Douluo smashed the table in frustration.

His tone was filled with deep regret.

"Ah, why does this kid have to be from a parallel world?"

Compared to Tang Chuan,

the so-called genius Tang San that Bone Douluo had heard about from Rongrong before

now seemed merely average.

The feathers of Angel Judgment still drifted across the battlefield.

They happened to cover the area where Tang Chuan and Ning Rongrong were.

Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale.

She hurriedly pressed Tang Chuan beneath her, intending to endure Angel Judgment with her own body.

Sword Douluo had completely gone mad.

"If even the people I want to protect are gone, what use is power?"

"If one must be heartless and emotionless to become a god,"

"then this godhood..."

"I can bloody well do without it."

As his words fell, countless feathers in the sky were instantly shredded into dust by endless sword qi.

In the end,

Sword Douluo destroyed the Asura Demon Sword, gave up the path to godhood, and successfully injured Qian Daoliu.

Spirit Hall's plan to annex every sect

and unify the Soul Master world was completely shattered as well.

However,

although the final battle had ended,

the aftermath caused by their fight had thoroughly affected the vast majority of Spirit City's people.

As far as the eye could see, unconscious crowds lay everywhere.

Just as Spirit Hall's many worshippers and experts were troubled over how to deal with the aftermath,

a deafening boom rang out.

Several towering azure trees, each hundreds of meters tall, rose from the ground.

They appeared in the center of Spirit City and at the four corners around it.

The experts of Spirit Hall and the major sects thought another faction was preparing to launch another attack.

The atmosphere instantly became tense to the extreme.

"Look, there's someone on the tree!"

Suddenly, an expert pointed at a distant tree and cried out. Everyone turned to look in that direction.

At the very top of the towering tree, on a horizontal branch,

a slender, graceful figure stood against the wind.

Her long, waterfall-like hair was casually draped behind her.

Several strands of blue hair brushed past her snowy-white face, making that peerless beauty seem even more aloof and cold.

She wore a blue-gold dress woven from ice silkworm silk.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined her perfect curves.

It cast a sacred yet ethereal golden edge around her.

The scene became even more tranquil and pure, as though time itself was willing to pause for it.

At that moment,

countless hearts seemed to skip a beat, and everyone fell into a brief daze.

Lan Yin raised her hand slightly.

As the branches and leaves of the trees released streams of emerald light, rings of Spirit Rings emerged around her.

At this sight,

even Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and the other Spirit Hall worshippers' pupils contracted sharply.

The experts of the other sects cried out in shock.

"My god, a... a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"

"That mysterious woman is actually a Title Douluo?"

"I swear I've never encountered anyone so stunningly beautiful in my entire life."

"And the technique she's using now... could it be..."

Sure enough,

as countless streaks of emerald light descended from the sky,

the ordinary Soul Masters within Spirit City gradually awakened as well.

Feeling their injuries continuously recover,

they all looked up at the figure atop the tree and cheered endlessly.

Some even fell to their knees, regarding Lan Yin as a heavenly goddess who delivered all living beings from suffering.

However, Lan Yin finished the treatment.

Ignoring the crowd below that continuously expressed their gratitude,

she turned and headed back toward Spirit Hall Plaza.

As her figure drew closer,

quite a few experts immediately flushed red.

They subconsciously straightened their clothes and appearance.

They were terrified of making a poor impression before this goddess.

Yet Lan Yin simply walked forward.

Her eyes did not linger for even an instant on any expert she passed.

At last, she arrived beside Tang Chuan.

She looked somewhat distressed at the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Then she gently brushed away the dust clinging to him.

The entire scene fell into deathly silence.