Chapter 308: One More Fierce Blow for Tang God King
"Damn you, stop right there!"
Watching his subordinates fall one after another into pools of blood, the Tiger Soul Douluo's eyes were wide with rage. With a furious roar, his eighth soul ring suddenly burst into radiant light, a brilliant white glow exploding into the night.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Fierce Tiger Flame Howl!"
This was the Tiger Soul Douluo's strongest move—concentrating all his soul power and releasing it in an instant like a volcanic eruption. This soul skill combined boundless flame and a thunderous roar into a scorching, overbearing storm of fire.
Wrapped in this violent firestorm, the Tiger Soul Douluo himself transformed into a bright white meteor and lunged at Tang San.
Faced with this ultimate strike, Tang San didn't activate any soul skills.
The soul skill granted by his eighth soul ring—the Blue Silver Demon Emperor Transformation—was an enhancement-type ability that eliminated all negative effects and boosted all his attributes by 200%.
As for his previous six soul skills, they were clearly no match for a full-force strike from a Soul Douluo.
But that didn't mean Tang San had to dodge the attack. Don't forget—he carried a divine weapon on his back.
Tang San stomped heavily on the ground. The cloth wrapping the Sea God Trident behind him instantly tore open, revealing the divine weapon in its full glory.
The Sea God's mark on his brow burst into dazzling light. Gripping the dark trident in his hand, Tang San gave it a simple sweep.
In that moment, the blazing flame storm dissipated into nothingness.
The Tiger Soul Douluo was struck head-on, vomiting blood violently as he was sent flying backward.
"Blue Silver Bind!"
Tang San's first soul ring lit up. Dozens of black-blue Blue Silver Emperor vines shot out and wrapped around the Soul Douluo in an instant, suspending his battered body midair.
A greedy glint flickered in Tang San's eyes. He licked his lips with excitement as he instantly released his Eight Spider Bone. With one leap, he appeared before the restrained Tiger Soul Douluo and ruthlessly pierced into his body.
"Aaagh! Devouring... that's a Fallen Soul Master's ability! You... you're actually a Fallen Soul Master!"
As Tang San activated the devouring ability, the Tiger Soul Douluo's body visibly shriveled.
The three Soul Saints who witnessed this scene cried out in shock, pointing at Tang San.
Fallen Soul Master!
For thousands of years, during Spirit Hall's dominance over the soul master world, Fallen Soul Masters were like rats in the gutter—hunted relentlessly with no chance to breathe. In the past century, the strongest among them had barely reached the Soul Emperor level and were swiftly eliminated by Spirit Hall.
"All personnel, evacuate the branch immediately! Report this incident to headquarters at once! A Fallen Soul Master has resurfaced on the continent—and has already reached Soul Douluo level! His combat strength is comparable to a Title Douluo!"
The three Soul Saints shouted in unison. The surviving soul masters turned to flee without hesitation.
"What a shame... none of you can leave now!"
Tang San's cold voice echoed.
Only then did the group realize in horror that, at some unknown point, the Blue Silver Grass vines outside the branch had grown to nearly a hundred meters tall. Their tops entwined and overlapped, forming a giant cage around the entire branch.
"You should obediently become my nourishment. To have your lives become part of mine—that is your greatest honor!"
As he spoke, Tang San completely devoured the Tiger Soul Douluo. His soul power surged once more, rising nearly a full level.
Without pause, he withdrew the Eight Spider Lances from the desiccated corpse and, like a ghost, flickered to appear before the strongest remaining Soul Saint in the crowd below.
Squelch!
Just as the Soul Saint was about to fall into despair, a sharp sword light suddenly descended from the heavens. The thick wall formed by countless Blue Silver Grass vines was instantly pierced through as if it were made of paper.
The momentum of the sword light didn't diminish in the slightest. It slammed into the ground with a deafening crash, causing the earth to tremble. The base of the Blue Silver Grass was torn apart in an instant.
"Tang San, after all these years, I never thought you'd fall so low."
A cold voice echoed in the air as Xiao Yu, dressed in black battle attire, appeared within Tang San's field of vision.
"Xiao Yu!"
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, but then his face lit up with unrestrained joy. Just now, devouring one Soul Douluo had raised his level by one. And Xiao Yu, who had reportedly broken through to Title Douluo three years ago—if Tang San could devour him, what kind of realm might he reach?
As for the gap in strength between them, Tang San, having undergone the Sea God's Trials, was bursting with confidence. With a god's backing and a divine weapon in hand, he no longer took someone like Xiao Yu seriously.
"Xiao Yu! My father died at the hands of your Nine Star Hall. You may not have killed him personally, but as its master, the blame lies with you! Today, I'll use your blood to honor my father's spirit!"
A cold killing intent shot from Tang San's eyes. The Blue Silver Domain instantly activated, and blue-gold light swept outward. The surrounding Blue Silver Grass began to glow softly, transforming the entire sub-branch into a sea of shimmering blue-gold.
"A domain, huh? As if you're the only one who has one."
Xiao Yu sneered. As his soul power surged, an intense black radiance burst from his body, rippling outward like waves.
Netherworld Domain vs. Blue Silver Domain.
The two colors—inky black and blue-gold—collided swiftly, but there was no dramatic clash. The Blue Silver Domain was instantly overwhelmed, its area of influence steadily eroded by the dark glow as control over the battlefield was seized.
"How is this possible?!"
Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief, completely stunned by what he was witnessing.
How could he possibly understand that Xiao Yu's Netherworld Domain contained a power that surpassed the very rules of this world? Meanwhile, the Blue Silver Emperor merely belonged to the highest class of martial spirits—there was simply no comparison.
On the Douluo Continent, only Qian Renxue—after completing all nine Angelic Trials and breaking through to level 100—could use her Angel Domain to stand against Xiao Yu's Netherworld Domain.
"There's nothing impossible about it, Tang San. Your vision is pathetic—like a frog at the bottom of a well, blindly arrogant. You're nothing but a slightly luckier piece of trash."
A scornful voice rang beside Tang San's ear.
Xiao Yu had unknowingly appeared right in front of him. Tang San's eyes widened in shock as Xiao Yu raised his right hand high and, without any hesitation, brought it down in a thunderous slap.
Smack!
A loud, crisp sound echoed through the air.
Once again, Tang God King experienced the familiar sting of a brutal slap to the face.
Though no soul skill was used, Xiao Yu's physical strength alone was terrifying. Tang San was immediately sent flying, crashing through several buildings before landing in a pile of rubble.
(End of this chapter)
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