Crying Thief
High in the sky, two streaks of light intersected repeatedly, their golden-blue colliding with the red-black, their roar shaking the Skysea City.
Tang San pushed the Golden Thirteen Halberds to their limit, but Yin Hongye demonstrated the charm of mechanics.
Unfixed Storm flew out one after another, but they were completely unable to control Yin Hongye.
A blue halo of light rose Sun of the Sea him, like a sun falling into the sea, dyeing the entire cloud layer an eerie blue-gold color.
Yin Hongye weaved through the myriad divine techniques. His Eighth Soul Ring always shone brightly, its position shifting with the passage of time.
The red sword mark on Tang San's right arm was spreading at a visible speed, like a living crack. With each inch it spread, his Divine Sense felt a sharper pain.
Tang Wulin was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily with his breathing, completely unaware that his body was being controlled by the Sea God.
Tang San dared not withdraw his Divine Sense; if he did, Yin Hongye would attack within half a breath.
At the edge of the hotel ruins, Qian Renxue spread her Six Wings, golden light swirling on them. She stared intently at the blue and red battlefield above.
The Angel Holy Sword that had been forming in his palm had already taken shape, but he couldn't keep up with their speed.
It was too fast; so fast that the moment her mental energy locked onto the target, the target had already moved three times.
At this level of confrontation, she, a level 95 Titled Douluo, had absolutely no way to deal with it.
The next moment, Yin Hongye's Ninth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the blood-red light spread out like a tide.
A crimson light silently pierced through Tang San's Divine Sense barrier and shone into the deepest part of his soul.
Tang San suddenly stopped moving.
The Sea God's Trident was still in his hand, golden divine light still flowing from its tip, but his eyes were no longer looking at Yin Hongye.
He saw another cliff. The autumn wind of Bashu blew through the withered grass on the Soulbreak Cliff. The inner elders of the Tang Sect stood opposite him. Every face was familiar to him, and every one of them shouted, "Hand over the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!"
He did not hand over the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, so he took a step back and stepped into the Abyss.
The sound of the wind filled his ears, and the rubble on the cliff fell down with him. The sky above his head grew farther and farther away, narrower and narrower, until it shrank into a cold slit.
That was the time he died in his previous life. It was his last memory as Tang San, an Tang Sect disciple of the Tang Sect, before he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.
Under the influence of Yin Hongye's Ninth Soul Skill, this memory was pulled out from the deepest recesses of Tang San's memory.
"No--" Tang San's Divine Sense roared as if it were being torn apart.
Yin Hongye had already moved closer to Tang San's soul and spoke some heartfelt words to Tang Wulin.
The Golden Dragon King's Divine Core was pulsating below, separated by a layer of golden light.
That was the Sea God's sealing technique.
Layer upon layer of golden chains spread out from the boy's chest, relocking the Golden Dragon King's power.
However, the seal on the Seventeenth Layer was broken, and violent energy poured out from the crack in the seal like a flood bursting its banks, carrying with it a torrent of negative emotions that did not belong to this era, and crashed into Yin Hongye's sea of consciousness.
That wasn't some gentle energy; it was the resentment that the Golden Dragon King had accumulated over countless years.
The humiliation of being suppressed by the Divine Realm, the pain of being split in two, the hatred of being trapped in human bodies as nourishment, and the murderous intent and resentment accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.
But Yin Hongye's face remained unchanged; the word "kill" continued to echo in his ears, nothing but negative emotions, which had accumulated on him as well.
Adding more sound wouldn't make any difference to him.
At that very moment, as Tang San broke free from the prison of memories, he thrust out with his halberd in a backhand motion.
Golden light condensed at the tip of the halberd, piercing the sky like a shooting star and precisely striking Yin Hongye's chest. The halberd tip pierced through the Red Lotus Battle Armor and skin, with half of its golden light shining through from his back.
Tang San flicked his wrist, trying to draw the halberd to stab again, but the halberd shaft remained motionless.
Yin Hongye's chest flesh had healed, and it gripped the Trident tightly.
"No, you're the second person this stupid." Yin Hongye was speechless, feeling that this information gap was incredibly useful for dealing with people wielding long-handled weapons.
So what if your chest is pierced? You can still live if your heart stops beating.
An inch longer means an inch stronger, but an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.
They were prepared to kill Tang San's Divine Sense by force, but even so, Tang San was already a powerful figure who could deal with God Rank Abyssal Sage King by wielding the Sea God's Trident.
But the next moment, Tang San witnessed what shamelessness truly meant.
Yin Hongye's feet, the fifth Soul Ring flickered.
The seal on the Golden Dragon King, which was already on the verge of being suppressed, boiled over again, this time out of control from the outside in.
Tang Wulin is about to explode, causing the Golden Dragon King's seal to explode as well.
This power is enough to destroy the Douluo Continent!
Even without that, drops of blood falling on people, marking them, and then triggering a chain explosion, can resolve the aftermath. Ordinary people become level six Fixed-Installation Soul Cannon; strong people are another matter. Anyone who comes will have a hard time.
Tang San clearly drank from the largest pot.
The energy of the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core is continuously merging with Tang Wulin's body.
Meanwhile, above the clouds in the Divine Realm, the God of Destruction's face was so gloomy it looked like ink was about to drip from it.
He was all too familiar with that golden, violent energy—it was the aura of the Golden Dragon King, a forbidden power sealed in the mortal realm after the great war of the Divine Realm.
Of course, this is a case of the thief crying "stop thief!"
"Sea God!" The voice of the God of Destruction rolled across the Divine Realm like Lei Ting, causing the clouds and seas to surge and recede. "You dare to touch the seal of the Golden Dragon King! You are a law enforcer, yet you knowingly break the law!"
"I didn't!" Tang San's voice rose half an octave, his guilt and anger intertwined, making the three words sound particularly weak.
The God of Destruction looked at Tang San and said, "Keep making things up, I'll be watching you closely."
Tang San stood there, wanting to say something to salvage the situation, but then he thought of the scene on the Heavenly Screen, and his killing intent surged within him. He said, "You, Yin Hongye, have already chosen your own death."
The killing intent pierced the Heavenly Screen.
But the counterattack that followed was even more terrifying; Tang San's killing intent was returned intact.
The killing intent transformed into a blood-red sword, piercing the heart of the Sea God Tang San.
"Aaaaaah!"
But Tang San didn't notice that his Shura Ink Sword was completely out of control and was about to turn into the shape of Yin Hongye.
Meanwhile, the battle above Skysea City was nearing its end.
Tang San's Divine Sense hovered above the ruins, his golden armor covered in scarlet cracks, like shattered porcelain. His breathing was erratic, and the golden light on his chest flickered, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment.
While suppressing the Golden Dragon King's seal, he was also fighting against Yin Hongye, so he couldn't unleash his full power.
Tang San gritted his teeth and his arm jerked violently.
An explosion of energy erupted from the Sea God's Trident, inch by inch being pulled from the muscles of Yin Hongye's chest, the blade rubbing against the bones with a piercing metallic hiss.
The moment the halberd tip detached from his body, he used the force to propel himself backward dozens of feet.
Yin Hongye's chest wound was slowly healing. He glanced down at the regenerating flesh and blood, his face expressionless.
Yin Hongye glanced down at the slowly healing penetrating wound on her chest, then looked up at the Sea God whose body was covered in cracks.
"It seems you won't last much longer." Yin Hongye Hongye's Eighth Soul Ring lit up again, and time manipulation reversed its own.
His injuries were fully healed, his shattered Battle Armor was restored, and his aura instantly returned to its peak.
Nine crimson Soul Ring bloomed simultaneously beneath his feet, and crimson-gold light surged from his body, turning the entire Tianhai into a blood-red inferno.
The nine Soul Ring are based on the Eighth Soul Ring, and are stacked and fused one ring at a time.
Nine Rings Return as One.
A brand new Soul Ring, stained with blood and carnage, appeared.
Tang San was stunned. This was Ring Fusion, no! This was a combination of Soul Ring!
This is a kind of innate talent, just like Xu Sanshi.
"What kind of Soul Skill is this?" Tang San asked.
Yin Hongye ignored Tang San, her Soul Ring radiating light, but her Soul Skill was only unleashed the moment it appeared.
Yin Hongye also understood the effect of this Soul Skill: an attack that transcends time, enough to kill Tang San.
Asura from Twenty Thousand Years Ago: Wait, are they all fighting for the first kill?