In the past, it was precisely because of Tang San and the others that Spirit Hall had been driven, step by step, to destruction.
Now that he had a chance to see Tang San suffer a setback with his own eyes, he naturally would not miss it.
Beside him, Bibi Dong wore an equally icy expression.
She gazed at the blood-colored figure in the sky screen, without the slightest trace of goodwill in her eyes.
"That's right."
"Back then, he relied on all sorts of fortuitous encounters to reach where he is today. Now that he's facing a true god of the Underworld, it's time he learned that beyond every man is another man, and beyond every heaven is another heaven!"
The two echoed each other, clearly giving Tang San little chance of victory.
Above them in the great hall, Chen Yuan, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, watched it all.
He rested his chin on one hand and watched the sky screen with interest, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"Tang San?"
"A mere Little Scumbag dares to put on airs in front of Yue Guan?"
Chen Yuan chuckled, his tone openly teasing.
"It seems this fellow has never had a taste of the Mourning Staff."
"In that case, let's make sure he learns his lesson."
As Chen Yuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall subtly changed.
The many ghosts and gods of the Underworld exchanged glances, their faces lighting up as they prepared to watch the show.
In their eyes, Tang San had probably kicked an iron plate this time.
At that moment, Chen Yuan's voice passed through the endless void and reached Yue Guan's ears.
"Yue Guan."
"Teach this Little Scumbag a harsh lesson."
Hearing the Great Emperor of Fengdu's command, Yue Guan's smile grew wider.
"Your subordinate obeys!"
The next moment, the Mourning Staff in his hand jolted.
Boom!
A terrifying surge of Yin God Power erupted from Yue Guan's body!
His previously restrained presence seemed to tear away its disguise completely at that moment.
White divine light shot into the sky, while black Yin Qi swept across the heavens.
It was as if all heaven and earth had been enveloped by a power from the depths of the cycle of life and death. The surrounding space trembled incessantly, rumbling under the unbearable strain!
Yue Guan moved!
His figure vanished from where he stood, and in the next instant, he appeared before Tang San with overwhelming divine might!
The attack came far too quickly.
Even though Tang San had long been prepared, his pupils still contracted in shock at the sudden eruption of power.
"Not good!"
Almost instinctively, he raised the Asura Sacred Sword, divine power surging wildly through his body.
A blood-colored sword light streaked across the sky and crashed into the oncoming Mourning Staff!
Rumble!
Two utterly different powers collided in full at that moment!
On one side were the slaughter and judgment represented by Asura Divine Power; on the other was the Yin God Power of the Underworld, seemingly bearing the supreme majesty of the cycle of life and death.
Blood-colored light intertwined with black-and-white divine radiance, and a terrifying storm of power swept across the heavens in an instant.
The entire sky shook violently!
The dark clouds gathered beneath the sky screen were torn to shreds by the shock wave, and violent blasts of air spread in every direction, as though they would overturn all heaven and earth.
On the ground, mountains and rivers trembled, and dust surged skyward.
The ruins around the former site of Spirit City were caught in the blast. Countless fragments of stone were swept high into the air, only to be reduced to powder by the terrifying power.
This was a head-on clash between God Kings!
Their very first collision had already unleashed enough power to drive ordinary Soul Masters to despair.
And this sight plunged the entire Douluo Continent into unprecedented shock.
Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the sky screen, his hands clenching without his noticing.
His palms were slick with cold sweat.
He could not afford to lose this battle!
No, to be precise, he wanted Tang San to win.
Only if Tang San won could he prove that the Divine Realm still possessed enough power to contend with the Underworld.
Only if Tang San won would the various factions on the Douluo Continent refrain from readily siding with Spirit Hall.
Otherwise, once Yue Guan gained the upper hand, the Underworld's might would inevitably soar once more.
When that happened, the calls for Spirit Hall's revival would only grow louder.
And he, Yu Xiaogang, would completely lose his last source of support!
"You mustn't lose..."
Yu Xiaogang stared at the sky screen, his lips trembling slightly.
"Tang San, you mustn't lose!"
His voice grew quieter and quieter, as though he feared someone might notice the terror in his heart.
Yet the battle in the sky screen continued.
Every clash of divine power made Yu Xiaogang's heart jolt.
He did not even dare imagine what changes would sweep the continent if Tang San truly lost to Yue Guan.
Elsewhere, in the Star Dou Great Forest.
Beside the Lake of Life, Di Tian and the other Ferocious Beasts were also watching the sky screen.
Sensing the terrifying fluctuations caused by the clash between the two God Kings, Di Tian's expression grew grave.
Even through the sky screen, he could still feel a pressure from that power great enough to threaten the Soul Beast Clan.
It made him realize once again just how terrifying conflicts between human gods could be.
At the same time, however, another thought arose in Di Tian's mind.
The Underworld!
It was a mysterious faction utterly different from the Divine Realm.
Judging by what the sky screen had shown, the Underworld seemed to possess a set of rules governing power that stood apart from the traditional Soul Master system.
More importantly, the gods of the Underworld did not need to hunt Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Rings!
For the Soul Beast Clan, that was undoubtedly of extraordinary significance.
If the Underworld really could contend with the Divine Realm, might the Soul Beast Clan also find a new opportunity through it?
Di Tian's gaze flickered.
The Underworld...
He silently repeated the name in his heart.
If White Impermanence Yue Guan can defeat Tang San, perhaps our Soul Beast Clan can gain a new ally.
Once the thought appeared, he could no longer easily suppress it.
Elsewhere in Douluo Star's skies, Qian Renxue, who was speeding toward the former site of Spirit City, also saw the earth-shaking clash.
When the blood-colored sword light intertwined with the black-and-white divine radiance, her body trembled slightly.
She saw Yue Guan.
She saw the figure who had once belonged to Spirit Hall, but had now become a God King of the Underworld.
She also saw the broken walls and ruins at Spirit Hall's former site, eroded by time and the fires of war.
An indescribable pang suddenly welled up in her heart.
Over the years, she had lost too much.
Her mother, Bibi Dong, her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, and the Spirit Hall that had once inspired awe in countless Soul Masters.
Those memories seemed to turn into spikes, piercing deep into her heart.
She had once believed she would never again have the chance to change any of it.
But now, the sky screen had brought the Underworld, Yue Guan with his body restored, and hope for Spirit Hall's resurgence.
The presence emanating from Yue Guan let her sense the familiar presence of Spirit Hall.
It was an attachment to something long gone, yet never truly vanished.
Qian Renxue's eyes gradually reddened.
Tears blurred her vision, but they did not slow her in the slightest.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind her suddenly blazed with even more brilliant golden light. Its sacred wings cut through the sky, and her speed surged once more!
"Elder Yue Guan..."
Qian Renxue murmured softly, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
She gazed at the familiar white-robed figure in the sky screen, and tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
"Wait for me!"
The next moment, the sorrow in her eyes swiftly turned to resolve.
And when she saw the blood-colored figure fighting Yue Guan, her expression turned icy.
Tang San! Tang San again!
The hatred of the past and the anger of today intertwined into an inextinguishable flame.
Qian Renxue beat her six wings fiercely, sending golden divine light shooting into the clouds.
"Damn you, Tang San!"
Agitated, Qian Renxue accelerated again, racing toward the present-day ruins of Spirit Hall!