Douluo God Realm, Sea God Hall.
"The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud... shattered?"
Tang San stared at the countless blue motes drifting down in the Sky Screen's image, frozen in place.
The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud was the token through which Poseidon, the previous Sea God, had passed his godhood on to him.
It was also a divine artifact of exceptional quality, containing the boundless power of the sea. It could even unleash powerful skills such as Sea God's Light, which combined offensive and support capabilities.
In principle, only the power of a god could destroy a divine artifact.
Just like his Sea God Trident and Asura Demon Sword-even if they were thrown into the lower realm, no mortal should have been able to damage them.
For instance, ten thousand years ago, before he had ascended to godhood, he had hurled the Sea God Trident using Gone Forever. Even Bibi Dong could only put it away at the time.
Destroying that divine artifact was simply beyond the abilities of the Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent.
Yet the Soul Masters of the so-called Phoenix God Continent shown on the Sky Screen had actually created a weapon powerful enough to destroy divine artifacts.
Even after destroying the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, its power had not fully dissipated, and it had razed the entire Shrek City to the ground.
"Soul Tools!!!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.
He had never had any liking for the Soul Tools that had supplanted the dominance of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, regarding them as nothing more than clever tricks and frivolous contraptions.
Now that a Soul Tool had destroyed the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud he had left at Shrek Academy, his anger deepened further.
The gods beside Tang San, including the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, also looked shocked.
The power of Gods' Dusk, the Level-Twelve Fixed Soul Cannon Shell, had already exceeded their imaginations.
The lowly overthrowing the mighty, mortals slaying gods?
Had the humans of the Douluo Plane actually mastered such tremendous power?
"God of Destruction, you saw it too. The humans of the Douluo Plane have already mastered the power to slay gods!"
Tang San turned his gaze toward the God of Destruction and began deploying his talk-no-jutsu.
"This absolutely cannot be allowed. The divide between humans and gods is like a heavenly chasm. If we don't intervene now, in the future..."
The God of Destruction gave Tang San a sidelong glance, and a soft chuckle came from beneath his cloak.
"The future?"
"In the future, the humans of the Douluo Plane will storm the Divine Realm and settle accounts with you, the God King of Law Enforcement who meddles in the lower realm's affairs without restraint?"
"If that really happens, I'd be glad to see it."
Talk-no-jutsu failed!
Tang San's expression twisted. He hurriedly lowered his head, his face filling with utter fury.
That damned God of Destruction hadn't been taken in by my superb eloquence at all.
He was practically walking the Way of Seeking Death!
But immediately afterward, a scene appeared on the Sky Screen that made Tang San's eyes widen in an instant.
"What?"
"That's impossible!"
"Great-great-grandfather!!!"
Aboard the Spirit Hall Empire's Flagship, Bei Bei watched Dragon God Douluo Mu En plunge into Sea God Lake, tears streaming from his eyes.
He tried to jump off the Flagship, only to slam straight into an invisible barrier that he could not break.
"Great-great-grandfather?"
Qian Daoliu glanced at Bei Bei and spoke.
"I didn't expect you to be a descendant of a Limit Douluo. But when I saw your Martial Soul earlier, it seemed to be a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, didn't it?"
Bei Bei slumped helplessly to the ground, answering Qian Daoliu's question on instinct.
"Our lineage doesn't descend from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect of ten thousand years ago. We're descendants of Yu Xiaogang, one of Shrek Academy's founders."
"And it was because of Ancestor Yu Xiaogang's bloodline that Great-great-grandfather was able to awaken a Martial Soul as powerful as the Radiant Sacred Dragon."
Even Qian Daoliu's expression, normally as still as an ancient well, could not help changing.
"Yu Xiaogang's descendants?"
"That good-for-nothing's descendants actually produced someone like him?"
Qian Daoliu's impression of Xiaogang was still that of a man whose Martial Soul was a pig and whose theories were all stolen.
Especially after hearing Ning Fengzhi's declaration that "he who gains the Grandmaster gains the world," he and the other Worshippers had laughed for a full half month.
Yet among Yu Xiaogang's descendants, a powerhouse of this caliber-a Limit Douluo-had actually emerged.
And he was a man of iron who would rather die than submit. Even Qian Daoliu could not help feeling some admiration for him.
"Grandpa, could you save the Pavilion Master?"
Huo Yuhao's heart ached as well.
He still remembered the old man who had lazily basked in the sun outside the dormitory building. He had never imagined that he was actually Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion Master.
And Senior Bei Bei was actually the Sea God Pavilion Master's descendant.
Bei Bei was his eldest senior brother in the Tang Sect, and Huo Yuhao wanted to help him too.
But right now, if they wanted to save Mu En, they could only ask Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu considered it for a moment, then nodded.
It would be too great a pity for a powerhouse like this to fall just like that. If he could persuade Mu En to join Spirit Hall, he would undoubtedly be a powerful asset.
And if he refused to join Spirit Hall...
A man like Mu En was worthy of having him, the Angel Douluo, personally send him on his final journey!
"I can try, but it will depend on what he chooses!"
The next instant, he raised his right hand high.
A shaft of sunlight pierced the clouds and descended from the sky, transforming into a longsword burning with golden flames before falling into Qian Daoliu's hand.
It was the divine artifact of the Angel God Qian Renxue-the Angel God Sword!
In fact, ten thousand years ago, Qian Daoliu had once traveled throughout the Douluo Continent with the Angel God Sword in hand, slaying Evil Soul Masters.
It was precisely through those deeds that he had earned his illustrious reputation as invincible in the sky.
Besides, the current Angel God was his beloved granddaughter. Naturally, borrowing her divine artifact was no problem.
As Qian Daoliu grasped the Angel God Sword, it immediately rang out again and again, as though greeting an old friend it had not seen in years.
Holding the Angel God Sword, Qian Daoliu beat the wings of his Six-Winged Angel and transformed into a golden streak of light, descending into Shrek City.
Tang San in the Divine Realm happened to see this scene, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and an appearance identical to his father's description of the Angel Douluo who had hunted him down ten thousand years ago!
Qian Daoliu-how could he have come back to life?
Although the gods of the Divine Realm also possessed the ability to resurrect mortals, it was limited to those who had only recently died.
Yet Qian Daoliu had apparently sacrificed himself ten thousand years ago so Qian Renxue could inherit the Angel Godhood. Why had he returned to life now, ten thousand years later?!
At that moment, even Tang San's vegetative brain, which he believed possessed world-shaking wisdom, was utterly bewildered.
But in the next instant, within the Sky Screen's image...
The Four-Word Battle Armor on Xu Yi's body burst into dazzling golden light.
He merged into the Divine Mecha Golden Crow once more, and Golden Crow held the divine artifact bestowed by the Phoenix God-the Divine Flame Xuanyuan Sword!
The blade rose at an angle, its tip pointing toward the distant Golden Ancient Tree.
Crimson Phoenix True Fire abruptly blazed along the Divine Flame Xuanyuan Sword, as though it had transformed into a True Phoenix raising its head and crying out!
"By the Phoenix God Oracle, cut down the Golden Ancient Tree!"
At the sight, Tang San's eyes widened as though their corners would split, and he could not help roaring.
"No!"
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