As Qian Renxue spread her wings and soared into the sky, racing toward the former site of Spirit Hall, the battle of gods above its ruins finally entered a white-hot stage.
Blood-colored divine light stretched across the heavens, and Asura Divine Power churned madly behind Tang San like a boundless sea of blood.
Tang San held the Asura Sacred Sword, his divine might awe-inspiring. Each slash of its blade tore through layer upon layer of empty space, leaving shocking spatial rifts in its wake.
By this point, he had no intention of holding back in the slightest.
Not only that, but to suppress White Impermanence Yue Guan completely, Tang San had even borrowed the Sea God Divine Power within Xiao Wu.
The power of two gods intertwined, causing the divine might around him to rise once more.
Blood-red divine power and the deep-blue Sea God's Light blended together, becoming a terrifying torrent that made hearts tremble.
From a distance, Tang San seemed to have become a supreme deity who wielded dominion over slaughter and the sea. Every movement he made carried the force to destroy heaven and earth.
His goal was simple.
Since White Impermanence Yue Guan had dared to provoke the Divine Realm before the entire Douluo Continent, and had even claimed that the Underworld feared no gods, Tang San would use a resounding victory to make everyone understand that the true majesty of the Divine Realm could not be violated!
Especially those remnants of Spirit Hall.
As long as he slew Yue Guan in public, the mysterious veil shrouding the Underworld would be torn away completely.
Then, the various factions of the Douluo Continent would naturally understand which side they should stand on.
But while his hopes were grand, reality was far crueler than Tang San had anticipated.
Faced with one blast of sword Qi after another, each powerful enough to tear mountains apart, White Impermanence Yue Guan remained unruffled.
He did not even assume any earth-shaking stance. He simply held his Mourning Staff and casually jabbed it forward.
Clang!
A crisp clash rang through the clouds.
The Asura Sacred Sword, a weapon capable of striking fear into the hearts of countless gods, had actually been stopped by an unremarkable-looking Mourning Staff!
Blood-colored divine power surged madly along the blade.
But no matter how Tang San urged his divine power on, he could not push the Asura Sacred Sword another inch forward.
Stranger still, as the two weapons continued to clash, wisps of pitch-black Yin Qi spread up the blade, silently winding around the Asura Sacred Sword like countless invisible chains.
Immediately afterward, that Yin power from the Underworld began to corrode the Asura Divine Power.
The blood-colored divine light, once unmatched in its overbearing force, dimmed under the assault of the Yin Qi.
Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted.
"What power is this?"
As the God King who governed slaughter in the Divine Realm, what kind of power had he not seen?
Yet this chilling, sinister power, which also seemed capable of devouring divine power, lay entirely beyond his understanding.
Asura Divine Power was no ordinary energy.
As a God King, his divine power was already superior to that of the vast majority of gods. Ordinary divine power could never suppress it so easily.
Yet Yue Guan had done just that!
And judging by his appearance, he did not even seem to be using his full strength!
"Come on, put a little more strength into it!"
White Impermanence Yue Guan suddenly laughed.
The face that had once belonged to an elder of Spirit Hall now wore a chillingly mocking expression.
He gave his wrist a slight twist, and the Mourning Staff clashed with the Asura Sacred Sword once again.
Clang!
Tang San felt a bitterly cold force rebound along the blade, numbing his arm and forcing him to stagger back several steps.
Yet not even Yue Guan's robes were disturbed.
"Could it be that the mighty Asura God King has only this much ability?"
"Weren't you just saying you would beat me until my soul was scattered? How is it that you can't even touch the hem of my robe now?"
One taunt after another stabbed straight into Tang San's heart like sharp knives.
Tang San's face instantly darkened.
What he could least tolerate was being humiliated in public.
Especially now, with the sky screen hanging overhead and the entire Douluo Continent watching the battle.
If he could not even deal with a former Titled Douluo, how could he have the face to rule the Divine Realm in the future?
"Yue Guan, you're courting death!"
Tang San roared, and the Asura Sacred Sword erupted with ten thousand zhang of blood-red light.
He poured out all the divine power within him without reserve. Together with the borrowed Sea God Divine Power, it became a colossal wave that surged toward Yue Guan.
Yet in the face of Tang San's furious assault, Yue Guan suddenly began to retreat.
His figure swayed unsteadily amid the sword light that filled the sky, and the Mourning Staff in his hand seemed to have lost its earlier edge.
At first glance, it looked as though Tang San had forced him back step by step, leaving him unable to defend himself any longer.
Tang San was stunned at first, but then a flash of wild joy appeared in his eyes.
So that's how it is!
Yue Guan was only bluffing before!
The Underworld's power may be strange, but it has its limits after all.
As long as I keep using my divine power and give him no chance to catch his breath, I can completely break through his defenses!
At that thought, Tang San's confidence soared.
"Yue Guan, let's see how much longer you can hold on!"
"Today, I will cut you down with my sword!"
With a fierce shout, Tang San lunged forward. The Asura Sacred Sword became a blood-colored streak of light that pierced heaven and earth, aimed straight at Yue Guan's chest.
He had put all his strength into this strike.
In his view, there was no way Yue Guan could block it!
Beneath the sky screen, the various factions of the Douluo Continent were also caught up in the scene before them.
The kings, nobles, and sect leaders who had been anxious and fearful over the Underworld's appearance saw Tang San gaining the upper hand. They grew excited at once, as though they had seized a life-saving straw.
"Good! Kill him!"
"The Asura God King is worthy of his name after all! So what if it's the Underworld? Against the Divine Realm, its only fate is still defeat and destruction!"
"White Impermanence Yue Guan is as good as dead! Once he dies, the Underworld and the revival of Spirit Hall will all be nothing but a joke!"
One shout after another rose and fell.
In these people's eyes, Tang San's victory was already within reach.
Once this sword strike landed, it would completely shatter the myth of the Underworld's invincibility.
What they did not know, however, was that those who truly understood the battle were not the least bit nervous.
Inside Fengdu Hall.
Bibi Dong sat upright in the hall, watching the white figure retreating step by step on the sky screen. A cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her lips.
Qian Daoliu was equally calm. He even had the leisure to pick up his teacup and take a gentle sip.
As for the other Yin gods in the hall, every one of them wore a peculiar expression.
Some shook their heads and chuckled, some folded their arms and watched the show, while others had already begun to observe a moment of silence for Tang San.
They knew Yue Guan too well.
He might seem to care about his dignity in his daily life, but one of the things he was best at was playing his opponents in the palm of his hand.
Besides, the battle before them was not an evenly matched contest at all!
On his throne, Chen Yuan watched the sky screen, a barely perceptible hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Yue Guan really does understand my intentions."
Since Tang San had delivered himself to their door, they naturally could not let him leave so easily.
They had to show him the Underworld's might, and also let the entire Douluo Continent see just how much the so-called majesty of the Divine Realm was worth before the Underworld!
The moment Chen Yuan's words fell, the situation on the sky screen abruptly reversed.
Just as the Asura Sacred Sword was about to strike Yue Guan, White Impermanence, who had been retreating steadily, suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, a brilliant smile appearing on his pale face.
"That should be enough."