Tang Chen Revealed! A Peerless Douluo!

Blue Tyrant Academy.

Less than a month remained before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Yu Xiaogang gathered the Shrek Seven Devils in the square.

"Don't spend all your time cultivating these days."

"Go out more. Visit the Great Soul Arena, or meet Soul Masters from other academies."

"Only by seeing more Soul Masters and Martial Souls can you build up enough real combat experience."

Dai Mubai raised his head.

"Our names aren't on the Power Rankings, but the Continental Soul Master Tournament is our stage."

Ma Hongjun immediately chimed in.

"Boss Dai is right."

"The Power Rankings rank the older generation's experts. We're still young. There's no need to compare ourselves with them."

Oscar rubbed his chin.

"As long as we win the tournament, we'll make a name for ourselves across the continent."

Tang San nodded.

"When we Shrek Seven Devils join forces, no one our age can beat us."

Just then, Tang Chen's name appeared across the sky.

Yu Xiaogang jerked his head up.

"Tang Chen?"

"He's still alive!"

Xiao Wu looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"Grandmaster, who is Tang Chen?"

Yu Xiaogang studied the introduction on the Golden Rankings.

"Tang Chen was the previous head of the Clear Sky Sect, and the grandfather of Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo."

"That makes him Little San's great-grandfather."

"He belongs to the same generation as Bo Saixi, the Great Enshrined of Sea God Island, and Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall."

"Many years ago, Tang Chen had already become a Level 99 Limit Douluo."

Everyone from Shrek turned to look at Tang San.

Tang San himself stood frozen.

His father had never mentioned Tang Chen.

Yet the Golden Rankings had now told the entire continent that he had a great-grandfather who was a Level 99 Limit Douluo.

Dai Mubai exclaimed,

"Little San, the Clear Sky Sect's foundations run incredibly deep."

Ning Rongrong said earnestly,

"Not even the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has anyone who could fight a Level 99 Limit Douluo."

Yu Xiaogang's brows knitted tightly.

"That makes no sense."

"Even gravely wounded, Tang Chen is still a Limit Douluo."

"The people on this continent who can fight him can be counted on one hand."

"Even an ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is nowhere near his match."

"How could someone as powerful as Tang Chen rank only eleventh?"

Tang San paid no attention to the ranking.

He stared at Tang Chen's name, his eyes brimming with excitement.

His father, Tang Hao, was already a Titled Douluo.

His great-grandfather Tang Chen was a Limit Douluo who even wielded Asura Divine Power and the Asura God Sword.

With that kind of backing, did he still need to tread carefully around everyone?

Tang San said slowly,

"Does this mean I don't have to reason with people anymore?"

When he faced an enemy he could not beat, he could reason with them.

When he faced someone he could beat, his word was reason enough.

Ma Hongjun clapped his hands excitedly.

"Third Brother, that's the spirit!"

"With a Limit Douluo for a great-grandfather, who do we need to fear anymore?"

"Only mediocrities are afraid to stir up trouble!"

Dai Mubai smiled as well.

With a Limit Douluo behind the Shrek Seven Devils, they no longer had to hold back in so many matters.

Sea God Island.

Bo Saixi stood outside Sea God Hall, her red dress fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

She had long, dark-blue hair and a delicate face untouched by age. Beneath the golden light, her fair skin glowed with a soft sheen.

The dress hugged her full figure and slender waist, its hem revealing a pair of long, fair legs.

Her clear eyes remained fixed on Tang Chen's name.

"Tang Chen, you're still alive?"

Sea Horse Douluo and the other six Sacred Pillar Douluo stood behind her.

They had rarely seen the Great Enshrined lose her composure like this.

Sea Horse Douluo stepped forward.

"Great Enshrined, please calm yourself first."

"Tang Chen being alive is important, but even he ranks only eleventh."

"Many powerful figures beyond our knowledge have appeared on this continent."

Bo Saixi fell silent for a moment, then looked back at the Power Rankings.

"You're right."

"We'll watch and wait for now."

Slaughter City.

Deep within a dim palace.

A man sat upon a blood-red throne.

A scarlet cloak hung from his shoulders, and a pair of blood-red wings spread behind him.

Faint golden light flowed along the edges of his wings. A powerful killing aura filled the entire palace.

The man held a long sword.

Its slender blade was blood-red throughout, with ancient patterns running down its spine.

Below the throne stood a dense crowd of people.

Dressed in black robes, their faces were pale and their eyes filled with awe.

In Slaughter City, this man was the supreme ruler.

But moments ago, the Golden Rankings in the sky had displayed Tang Chen's name.

The man looked up at the golden words, his brow slowly furrowing.

"Tang Chen?"

The name was terribly familiar.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember who he was.

High above the heavens.

The words on the Golden Rankings still hovered there.

[Douluo Power Rankings, eleventh place: Tang Chen!]

[Level 99 Limit Douluo!]

[Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer!]

After reading everything, the man's gaze settled on the final lines describing the rewards.

Removal of negative effects.

His mind would regain its clarity, and his injuries would heal completely.

He looked down at his hand.

Veins showed clearly beneath his pale skin.

For years, some force had been eating away at him.

His mind was in turmoil, his memories shattered, and his body gravely wounded.

Now the Golden Rankings were about to bestow their reward.

The thought filled him with anticipation.

Boom!

A column of blood-gold light descended from the Golden Rankings.

It pierced the palace roof and enveloped the man.

The next instant, a vast surge of divine power poured into his body.

Tang Chen shuddered.

Countless shattered images flashed through his mind.

The Clear Sky Sect.

The Clear Sky Hammer.

Sea God Island.

A blue-haired woman stood outside Sea God Hall, gazing quietly into the distance.

And a golden-haired old man.

The three of them had once stood shoulder to shoulder at the pinnacle of the continent. They had also agreed to pursue the path to godhood together.

The images kept changing.

At last, every memory converged on a single name.

Tang Chen.

"So I'm Tang Chen?"

The man raised his head.

Clarity finally returned to his weathered face.

He looked at the Asura God Sword in his hand, his eyes growing complicated.

"Asura Divine Power eroded my mind and made me forget who I was."

"What have I done all these years?"

Tang Chen closed his eyes.

Everything that had happened in Slaughter City came flooding back.

Countless lives had ended at his hands.

Some had belonged to the utterly wicked, but many others had been innocent.

To cultivate the Slaughter Domain, he had crossed Hell Road, drunk Yellow Springs Dew, and accepted the Asura God's trial.

But in the end, that divine power had influenced him too, gradually robbing him of his judgment.

Tang Chen slowly lowered his head.

Golden light continued to pour into his body.

His injuries healed rapidly.

His severed meridians rejoined, and the Soul Power that had lain dormant for years began to circulate.

Soul Rings rose one after another from beneath his feet.

The black Soul Rings, once dim, gradually deepened in color.

The age of every Soul Ring increased by fifteen thousand years.