God Realm Warning

Douluo God Realm.

Sea God Hall.

The Golden Palace hovered above the sea of clouds, windless on all four sides, a pale golden light membrane slowly circulating like a layer of breathing gauze.

Inside the hall, it was very quiet.

Tang San sat upon the throne.

The Sea God Trident leaned diagonally against the armrest, its tip pointing upward, emitting a cold glint.

He closed his eyes.

Suspended before him was a light mirror, three feet square, its edges inlaid with Azure Ocean Pattern.

Within the mirror was Tianhun Royal Academy.

The Martial Arts Arena.

The cooperation between Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

Huo Yuhao's Mental Detection, Wang Dong's Goddess of Light Butterfly Light Blade cutting.

Two Level 23s, a dozen seconds, all down.

Tang San's fingers tapped lightly upon the armrest.

The scene shifted.

Quan Cangtian.

Age six, standing opposite a Level 25 Soul Ancestor.

Thin, short.

He threw a punch.

Bright Golden Flame exploded from his fist.

The Level 25 Soul Ancestor flew backward.

He crashed to the ground.

He stopped moving.

Tang San's fingers halted.

He opened his eyes.

His Blue Eyes were deep and calm.

Like the surface of the sea.

What lay beneath the ocean depths could not be clearly seen.

He looked back toward the light mirror.

The image froze at the very moment Quan Cangtian retracted his fist.

The Bright Golden Flame had yet to disperse.

Tang San stared at that ball of fire.

He watched for a long time.

"Shrek."

He spoke.

His voice was very soft, like a man talking to himself.

"What I arranged was Shrek."

"Huo Yuhao should have gone to Shrek."

"Tianhun Royal Academy was not in the plan."

His fingers began tapping once more.

One.

Two.

"However, the impact is minimal."

"Shrek and Tianhun are both in Tiandou City."

"They will cross paths sooner or later."

"Sooner or later, they will return to the correct track."

He paused.

His gaze shifted to the corner of the light mirror.

Quan Cangtian stood there.

Age six.

"But this person."

Tang San's voice grew slightly softer.

"Quan Cangtian."

"Six years old, Level 15."

"Blasting away a Level 25 with a single punch."

"He didn't use a Soul Skill."

"It's something... I have never seen before."

His fingers stopped tapping.

Within his Blue Eyes, a very thin layer of calculation rose.

Like fish swimming beneath a sheet of ice.

"His talent is strong."

"Stronger than Huo Yuhao's."

"Stronger than Dai Huabin's."

"Stronger than everyone in this age group."

"Such a person, if not brought under control, is a hidden hazard."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

It could not be called a smile.

It was that kind of expression--the look of a man who had already figured out how to proceed.

"Subdue him."

"Tame him."

"Tame him into one of my Tang family's people."

"Make him work for me."

His gaze fell upon Quan Cangtian's face.

In the light mirror, Quan Cangtian was turning to walk back toward his team.

His back looked very small.

Age six.

Tang San's fingers slowly tightened upon the armrest.

"An obedient dog."

"Is more useful than an enemy."

The thought had just surfaced.

The light mirror shattered.

It was not struck apart.

It was because from within the mirror surface, a gaze suddenly shot out.

It had no color.

It had no form.

Yet Tang San felt it.

That gaze pierced through the light mirror, pierced through the golden walls of the Sea God Hall, pierced through the rule barriers of the God Realm, and directly--

fell upon him.

Locked on.

Tang San's body stiffened.

He wanted to move.

He could not move.

It was not suppression.

It was something much deeper that prevented him from moving.

Like a nail driven straight into his karmic lines.

And then--

Crack.

His right leg.

Snapped.

The sound of shattering bone echoed through the Sea God Hall.

Tang San lowered his head.

His right leg was bent at an impossible angle.

His knee pointed in the reverse direction.

His shinbone pierced through the skin.

Blood.

White divine blood gushed from the wound.

Pain.

Having served as a God King for so many years, Tang San had not experienced pain in a very long time.

Yet at this moment, the pain was vividly clear.

And then--

Healing.

In less than a second.

The bones reset, the skin closed, and the divine blood flowed back.

His right leg was as good as new.

As if nothing had happened just moments ago.

Yet Tang San knew it had happened.

Because the pain remained.

Phantom pain.

It drove a man mad far more than a genuine injury.

Tang San's hands gripped the throne armrest for dear life.

His knuckles turned white.

His brain raced frantically.

Who?

Who could accomplish such a feat?

Within the God Realm?

Within the Sea God Hall?

Upon his--Sea God Tang San's own territory?

Dragon God?

Impossible. The Dragon God had long since split apart.

God of Destruction?

The God of Destruction lacked this capability.

God of Destiny?

The God of Destiny's jurisdiction could not achieve such precision.

Then who was it?

Tang San opened his mouth.

"Who--"

Before a single word could escape.

Deep within his mind, a line of characters emerged.

It was not a sound.

It was not a thought.

They were words.

Six characters.

Carved into the deepest level of his divine consciousness like a branding iron, burned straight in.

Don't touch my people.

Tang San's pupils shrank violently.

He abruptly stood up.

"Who!"

The Sea God Hall was empty.

The golden pillars.

Golden dome.

Golden floor.

No one.

"Come out!"

His voice echoed in Sea God Hall.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

No one answered.

Tang San's chest heaved violently.

He looked down at his right leg.

Intact.

Yet he knew that a moment ago, it had broken.

It truly had broken.

It was no illusion.

That power--

was not the power of the God Realm.

It did not belong within the jurisdiction of any God King in the Douluo God Realm.

That precision, that crushing force, that penetrating might that disregarded all defense--

was something of a higher dimension.

Tang San's hand grasped the Sea God Trident.

He gripped it tightly.

"Do not let me find you."

He spoke in a low voice.

His voice trembled.

It was not fear.

It was anger.

Utter anger.

He--

Sea God Tang San.

Asura God.

The head of the God King of the God Realm.

Had a leg broken by someone.

Right inside his own temple.

And they had left six words behind.

"Do not touch my people."

"My people?"

Tang San's mouth twitched slightly.

"Who is your person?"

"Huo Yuhao?"

"Quan Cangtian?"

"Since when is it the turn of an outsider to meddle in the affairs of the God Realm?"

He spun around abruptly.

He looked at the light mirror.

The light mirror was already shattered.

The fragments were still suspended in the air, the golden light membrane drifting down piece by piece.

Tang San raised his hand.

Soul Power surged.

The light mirror fragments were supported by Soul Power, suspended, spun, and then--

reassembled.

The light mirror recovered.

The image lit up once more.

Tianhun Royal Academy.

Martial Arts Arena.

Quan Cangtian was just walking out of the Martial Arts Arena.

Huo Yuhao followed behind.

Wang Dong walked out a few steps away as well.

Three people.

Tang San stared at Quan Cangtian's back.

The back of that six-year-old child.

Very small.

Very thin.

Yet just a moment ago, he had blasted Level 25 flying with a single punch.

Tang San's gaze slowly settled from anger.

Sinking deep, deep down.

It was not calmness.

It was dread.

He had lived far too long.

Long enough to learn one thing--

do not rush to touch what you cannot see through.

See clearly first.

"Quan Cangtian."

He said softly.

His voice was very low.

So low that only he could hear it.

"Just who are you?"

Inside the light mirror.

Quan Cangtian's figure walked out of the Martial Arts Arena.

Sunlight fell upon him.

A six-year-old child.

The golden light stretched his shadow very long.

Tang San looked at that shadow.

He watched for a long time.

Then, the light mirror went out.

Sea God Hall plunged back into darkness.

Only Tang San's blue eyes shone in the dark.

Like lights at the bottom of the sea.

Cold.