The mountains surrounding the Clear Sky Sect seemed to tremble slightly beneath that single sword strike. The earth seethed, and the sky churned.
At that moment, every Soul Master present below the rank of Titled Douluo felt as though they had fallen into a slaughtering hell from which they could not escape. Even a glance at that red sword light gave them the feeling that their souls were about to be swallowed by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Another divine artifact? To think he's also a god's successor." Tang San's expression shifted slightly as he watched the enormous blood-colored sword descend from the sky.
Brilliant blue light suddenly erupted from Tang San's body. In an instant, he resembled a blue orb of light. Then the formidable blue radiance burst forth, turning his entire body blue-gold.
"Golden Thirteen Halberds, Ninth Halberd, Favor of the Sea!"
Tang San hurled his Sea God Trident, but not at Tang Chen. Instead, he tossed it into the air, its blades pointing upward and its long shaft downward. With a soft puff, the surrounding water molecules rapidly gathered.
A faint sneer on his face, Tang San pressed the index, middle, and ring fingers of his right hand against the Golden Trident brand on his forehead, instantly raising his spiritual power to its peak. An immensely powerful beam of golden light immediately erupted.
The instant that golden light shot out, an enormous golden phantom appeared behind Tang San. Its majestic presence cowed the surrounding Soul Masters, filling every heart with reverence.
"You're merely a demigod, yet you dream of shaking a god? What a ridiculous fantasy!" Tang San mocked in a voice everyone could hear.
As his words fell, Tang San gestured with his right hand. The Sea God Trident suspended in midair immediately blazed