Five Life-and-Death Battles: Su Chen Chose His Champions, All Spirit Hall's Mortal Enemies!

The dark crimson pillar of light transformed into a blood blade that pierced the heavens, shredding the clouds across a hundred miles.

Within the allied camp, warhorses wailed and soldiers groaned, their sounds blending into one.

Before divine might, all were ants.

The blue-gold radiance in Tang San's eyes surged as he slammed Seagod's Trident heavily against the ground.

A ring of azure ripples spread out like a domain, forcibly raising a tranquil sea that enveloped the allied army.

At that moment, Spirit City's massive refined-gold gates, each weighing ten thousand jin, let out a piercing scrape as they slowly opened to either side.

No army poured forth.

Nor was there any sign of Bibi Dong.

Only an aged, steady voice clearly overrode the roar of the Soul Power storm, echoing above the entire battlefield.

"Tang San, you are the Sea God. Bibi Dong is the Rakshasa God."

It was Qian Daoliu.

"If two gods wage war here, everything within a thousand miles will become scorched earth. None of the seven hundred thousand allied soldiers, nor the hundred thousand soldiers and civilians within Spirit City, will survive."

The veins on the back of Tang San's hand, clenched around the trident, bulged.

In a clash between gods, the aftershocks would be enough to level the most prosperous city on the continent. He had no way to retreat, but the price would be immense.

"This old man proposes—champion against champion."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried the exhaustion of years burned away, along with the resolve of a man who had smashed his own cauldron and sunk his own boats.

"Spirit Hall will send five Worships, and your allied army will send an equal number of experts. Five one-on-one life-and-death battles. If your side wins three, Spirit Hall will open the gates and surrender,