Qian Daoliu's confidence! Another slap in the face! Tang San: The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are the true supreme path! (1 / 2)

"Brilliant, elder brother!"

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo heaved a deep sigh of relief beside him, pride returning to his rugged face:

"That feint of a black hole nearly frightened this old man! Thinking it over, elder brother really saw straight through it!"

Demon Subduing Douluo clapped his hands and laughed as well:

"Exactly! Elder brother makes perfect sense.

Until you become a god, you're still an ant. If it really faced elder brother's Angel Domain or the might of a true god descending from the Divine Realm!

That blasted iron lump would be vaporized into molten iron by sun godfire before it even got close!"

The elder worshippers, who normally secluded themselves for cultivation and ignored worldly affairs, stroked their beards and nodded, exchanging looks filled with relief and arrogance.

The secluded worshippers, who normally ignored worldly affairs, all stroked their beards and nodded.

The oppressive, suffocating dread inside the hall vanished like smoke beneath Qian Daoliu's few casual words of analysis.

Qian Daoliu raised his chin slightly, a trace of self-satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

As one of the world's three remaining Peerless Douluos and the representative of the Angel God, he understood all too well how fragile low-ranking Soul Masters were.

Fear was the nature of mortals.

Those few supreme bullet comments he had just sent blazing into view had not only instantly stabilized the collapsing morale of the entire Douluo Continent!

Without shedding a drop of blood, they had also restored Spirit Hall's lofty status as "the leader beneath heaven" and "the representative of the deity who would save the world."

He had established that status on the Douluo Continent once more, barely managing to reverse some of Spirit Hall's current foul reputation brought about by Bibi Dong's earlier actions!

"Merely a frivolous contrivance fashioned through mortal ingenuity. Nothing to worry about. It can never grace the halls of true greatness."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his divine sense and spoke mildly:

"Pass down my orders. All worshippers may continue cultivating in peace.

Even if the ocean barrier truly disappears and the two worlds meet, should the Longcang Continent make any move!

Should they dare bring a few external tools to covet our Douluo lands, I shall call upon Angel Divine Light to purify... and face them myself!"

At that point, Qian Daoliu watched the tidal wave of adoration pouring through the sky screen's bullet-comment section, and heroic pride rose in his eyes.

With a slight stir of his thoughts, he typed out another two bullet comments:

[Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined · Qian Daoliu: Fellow cultivators of Douluo, do not throw yourselves into disarray! Blessed by the Angel God, I long ago reached the peerless pinnacle of rank ninety-nine, stepped halfway into the divine realm, and formed my divine body!]

[Qian Daoliu: If, on the day our worlds merge, that foreign continent truly dares invade with its so-called nuclear weapons—

I shall stand before you all and become the Douluo Continent's first impassable line of defense!

Even should heaven's punishment come to destroy the world, with the Angel Holy Sword and boundless divine light, this old man shall cleave it apart with a single stroke! I shall protect Douluo for ten thousand years and keep its mountains and rivers unharmed!]

Boom—!

Those two golden bullet comments, blazing with dazzling divine light, sent the already frenzied comment section boiling with renewed fervor!

[Long live the Great Enshrined! Long live Spirit Hall!]

[A rank ninety-nine demigod personally holding the front line?! My heavens, with a living true god like him guarding us, why the hell should we fear an iron lump?!]

[The Great Enshrined is mighty! Protecting the entire continent single-handedly—that is the continent's true backbone, the representative of a true god!]

[I'm tearing up! Senior Qian is truly righteous! If those firearm-wielding clowns from the Longcang Continent dare come, the Great Enshrined can split their whole continent in half with one stroke!]

Countless eminent sect figures, imperial nobles, and even ordinary citizens began revering Qian Daoliu as a god in their hearts.

The entire continent's sense of security shot straight to an all-time high.

Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu gazed down upon the world with his hands behind his back, a compassionate, transcendent, savior-like smile on his lips.

At that moment, his prestige reached the pinnacle of his life.

And yet—

The smug Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu, basking in the reverence of countless living souls, could never have dreamed.

That mere seconds later, before the eyes of the entire plane, the sky screen would.

Use brutal reality to deliver a resounding slap across his noble, sacred old demigod face.

Far across the ocean, on Sea God Island.

Golden beaches stretched toward the meeting of sea and sky, the tides ebbing and flowing,

Yet at that moment, a subtly somber atmosphere hung over the shore.

Bo Saixi, the Sea God's high priestess, held the Golden Scepter that symbolized his majesty, her crimson robes snapping in the salty, damp sea breeze.

Several steps behind her, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others craned their necks, staring fixedly at the golden screen suspended high above the heavens.

As for Tang San, the Wishful Hundred-Treasure Pouch hung at his waist, serving as the vessel in which Xiao Wu's soul resided;

He stood alone on a jutting reef at the very front, utterly unaware of the fine spray from the breaking waves dampening the hem of his robes.

Just moments earlier, the devastating mushroom cloud on the sky screen, which had torn through ten thousand li of mountains and seas,

Had nearly shattered the resolve of the Shrek group undergoing the Sea God Trial.

Until those radiant golden words, condensed from the Angel God's divine sense, stretched across the void and pierced the gloom like a blazing sun—

Looking at the glittering golden words [Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined · Qian Daoliu].

A rare ring of delicate ripples stirred within Bo Saixi's ocean-blue eyes, which seemed to hold the entire sea.

"Qian Daoliu..."

Bo Saixi's red lips parted as she softly uttered that name, which spanned half a century.

Her thoughts drifted involuntarily with it, her memories returning to those distant years!

It was as though her gaze pierced decades of time.

Vaguely, she saw once more that man with six wings upon his back and the Angel Holy Sword in his hand.

That peerless man who had landed on Sea God Island alongside Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Hammer and arrogantly issued his challenge.

Those old exploits and entanglements, which had dazzled an entire era, flashed through her heart and vanished.

But soon, the reminiscence in Bo Saixi's eyes melted away, becoming an unfathomably deep, cold pool once more.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and spoke mildly, her voice carrying its usual ethereal detachment:

"Qian Daoliu may be arrogant, but these words... are not without reason."

"The might of a deity connects to the very source of the universe. How could ordinary mortals glimpse it through clever contraptions made of common iron?

Without the protection of divinity and faith, any external tool is ultimately no more than flowers in a mirror and the moon upon water before the true divine punishment of the Great Dao.

That is true of the Angel God, and the same holds for our Sea God! Our Sea God is no ordinary deity, but a chief god of the Divine Realm!

External tools always have limits! Thus, we on Sea God Island have no need whatsoever to fear this so-called Longcang Continent!"

Bo Saixi's final verdict was like a pill of reassurance for the Shrek group behind her.

"Whew... scared the life out of me!"

Ma Hongjun was the first to slap his round belly theatrically. The fat on his face quivered as he wiped away his nervous sweat and broke into a broad laugh:

"Senior High Priestess is absolutely right!

If you ask me, that blasted Longcang Continent is just some nouveau riche upstart slapping its own face swollen to look fat! Destroying ten thousand li with one strike?

If they could build weapons like that every day, wouldn't they have poked a hole in the heavens already? They probably drained their entire continent's resources just to squeeze out that one iron lump to frighten people!"

"For once, Fatty said something sensible."

Dai Mubai's taut jaw quietly relaxed as well. He snorted, rubbed his slightly aching wrists, and the pride of a Star Luo Empire prince returned to his face:

"How enormous must the backlash be from forcibly tearing space apart like that? The sky screen deliberately made its demonstration sensational. It was merely playing to the crowd.

On a real battlefield, what matters is coordination between Soul Masters, counters between Martial Souls, and adapting Soul Skills to changing circumstances. Thinking they can settle everything by throwing one lifeless object? Utterly a fool's dream!"

"Exactly! That's what I've been saying. Our Douluo Continent has a legacy stretching back ten thousand years. How could overseas barbarians outshine us so easily?" Oscar rubbed his hands and nodded repeatedly in wholehearted agreement.

Ning Rongrong smoothed the dark hair the sea breeze had tousled across her forehead and smiled with pursed lips:

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's records noted this long ago: the more heaven-defying a lifeless object is, the heavier its price.

The insight of peerless masters like the High Priestess and Senior Qian is far beyond the reach of mere mortals who only know how to fiddle with contraptions."

They chimed in one after another, affirming each other's words. The terror that the nuclear blast had pressed upon them until they could barely breathe was utterly dispelled in an instant by this almost instinctive method of "spiritual victory."

They exchanged smiles, and a cheerful atmosphere once again filled the hall and the beach.

Only Tang San, standing on the reef, retained an inscrutable expression.

His head was slightly lowered, his long, powerful right hand rubbing the "Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges" at his waist with great force. Deep within his eyes, the purple-gold glow of Purple Demon Eye flickered fiercely like cold fire.

Hearing Bo Saixi and his companions, Tang San's lips curved into a faint smile.

Qian Daoliu said, "Devoting oneself to external tools is ultimately futile"?

The High Priestess believed, ""?

Tang San nodded inwardly. He agreed with that statement, but—only half of it.

External tools do indeed have limits, but... that only applies to those crude, shoddily made Soul Tools of the Longcang Continent, which merely pile on bulk and energy.

Tang San snorted inwardly, and an arrogance and obstinacy bred into the very bones of a Tang Sect disciple grew wildly within his chest.

To him, that so-called "Godslayer Nuclear Weapon" of the Longcang Continent was nothing more than a cumbersome iron barrel enlarged countless times.

A lifeless object that required tearing space apart and mobilizing microscopic fission at every turn,

Would surely require a tedious, lengthy charging process and an enormous firing formation before launch,

And on a complex battlefield filled with conflicting flows of energy, even the slightest interference could cause it to misfire on the spot!

Not to mention that, in a clash between true mighty experts, the slightest stirring of wind or grass would be enough warning to escape the blast's center with an evasion technique. Who would stupidly stand still and wait for an iron lump to fall on them?

Commonplace contraptions that rely on piling up external power are ultimately a paltry, inferior path!

Tang San's fingers slowly moved toward his chest, where several densely detailed parchment blueprints were tucked close to his body, their mechanisms possessing an ancient elegance—

They were the crowning achievements of his previous life's Tang Sect, tempered through a thousand hammerings and standing proudly above the martial world!

Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus! Storm Pear Blossom Needles! Peacock Plume!

How could the Tang Sect's hidden weapons possibly be summed up by the mundane words "external tools"?!

They were an art of slaughter, fashioned from the most precise mechanisms and gears meshing seamlessly together, then unleashed through exclusive techniques!

They were small and exquisite, concealed within the universe hidden in a sleeve, killing without form or shadow;

They required the profound internal strength of Mysterious Heaven Skill, the exquisite application of force from Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, and the unfathomable footwork of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to unleash the power to slay gods and demons!

This was the perfect fusion of oneself and supreme mechanical arts. This was the unsurpassed supreme path of slaughter between heaven and earth!

"Longcang Continent... Soul Tool nuclear weapons?"

Tang San raised his head. The sea breeze whipped his blue hair wildly behind him, and a blind confidence now suffused his face:

"If the day truly comes when our worlds collide and we meet in close combat, before my Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Purple Demon Eye, those cumbersome iron cannons of yours won't even be able to lock onto my shadow!"

"And my Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus will need only a light flick of my finger to turn all those supposedly mighty Soul Engineers of yours within a hundred paces... into a rain of blood filling the sky!"

At that thought, Tang San's taut nerves relaxed completely, and his eyes regained that calm composure of someone looking down upon all living beings.

Soul Tools were ultimately a side path, while his Tang Sect's hidden weapons were the unassailable truth.