He had just used the strongest killing move similar to ring detonation among the Seagod's Thirteen Forms—Twilight of the Sea.
He still hadn't recovered from it.
Tang San never expected anyone could break his strongest ultimate technique.
"Damn it… divine power is down to only thirty percent left."
Tang San gritted his teeth inwardly. He had to break through the array and retreat—otherwise, he might die here.
He was a majestic God King—how could he fall like this?
"Xiao Wu still hasn't been revived. My beloved is still waiting for me. I can't die!"
Tang San let out a fierce shout.
The Clear Sky Hammer was unusable. After clashing once, it was completely no match for a super-divine artifact. Its soul rings had also detonated. Now he only had his most proficient Blue Silver Emperor.
"Fourth soul skill—Blue Silver Prison Cage!"
Blood-red vines appeared out of thin air. As a god-level being, Tang San no longer needed the preconditions soul masters required to set up Blue Silver Emperor's binding-type skills.
Hundreds of blood-red thorny whip-vines extended from all around Ning Rongrong and launched their assault. If she were truly bound, certain delightful scenes might appear.
"Useless."
Ning Rongrong didn't even need to act. Faint zhenqi spread outward.
A circular force field formed several meters around her body.
The moment the Blue Silver Emperor vines touched the force field, they immediately lost their divine power support—as though the divine power was being ground away.
The blood-red leaves on the vines began to wither, leaving only pitch-black stems.
With a casual wave of her hand, Ning Rongrong stirred up a raging whirlwind that scattered the withered Blue Silver Emperor vines.
"Tang San, you've already lost." Ning Rongrong gave a light laugh.
"You didn't really think I'd just quietly watch you become a god without making any preparations, did you?"
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda flew out of her hand. The Glazed Sacred Sword falling from the sky was tightly grasped by Ning Rongrong once again.
"Quenching a weapon—using the body as sacrifice to the sword. Tang San, you will make excellent material."
The Glazed Sacred Sword emitted intense sword cries.
At Ning Rongrong's position, beneath her feet and in the sky, the Bagua array patterns began to spin faster.
Zhenqi gathered on the blade. Ning Rongrong's expression focused slightly as she let out a soft shout:
"Sword technique—Void Collapse Dragon: Myriad Transformations!"
"Slash!!!"
The Glazed Sacred Sword transformed into a massive sword-shaped phantom. On either side of the phantom appeared the illusions of the Fire Dragon King and Ice Dragon King.
The visible expanse of sky was dyed fire-red and ice-blue.
Behind the Fire Dragon King and Ice Dragon King illusions, the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams array patterns slowly condensed.
In an instant, the blade light descended.
Zhenqi surpassing Limit Douluo gathered together and erupted with lightning speed.
A long, resounding dragon roar echoed through the sky.
Wherever the blade light passed, space shattered layer by layer, only to continuously repair itself.
Time and space intertwined and clashed at the same moment, reaching extreme chaos.
"This… this kind of soul skill—humans could never create such a terrifying move."
The surrounding space-time locked Tang San in place, making even movement extremely difficult.
"I'll die!"
Tang San's soul nearly left his body. If struck, both his soul and body would be obliterated.
He no longer dared hesitate. He swung the Seagod's Trident with all his remaining power.
This move was both a crisis and an opportunity.
By borrowing the force of her technique, he might be able to shatter the Bagua array patterns in the sky and on the sea.
As long as he could escape into the deep sea, with his adaptability as Sea God, running away might still be possible.
He acted on the thought. Tang San squeezed every last drop of divine power from his body.
"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry. I have to draw out the Love God position divine power meant for reviving you. Big brother will fill you up again later."
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The ninth soul ring on Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor martial soul—Xiao Wu's soul ring—suddenly lit up, then rapidly dimmed and faded into darkness.
Feeling the suffocating pressure, Tang San swung the Seagod's Trident.
On the sea, sea soul masters possessed far greater strength than land soul masters—let alone the Sea God himself.
Divine power and heaven-and-earth origin energy converged onto the divine artifact.
"Thirteen Halberds United—Twilight of the Sea."
"Purple Extreme Demon Eye—Light of Space-Time Destruction!"
Under the powerful mental amplification of Purple Extreme Demon Eye, Tang San's entire being erupted with unimaginable aura.
The Light of Space-Time Destruction came from Tang San's external soul bone, Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler.
But the consumption was enormous. If not for having no other choice, Tang San would never have fully activated it.
Two ultimate killing moves—Tang San was going all out.
"Boom—"
The energies collided. Extreme mental power and energy raged wildly within the array.
As the shockwaves spread outward, the Taiji array patterns' barrier shook violently, emitting "sizzle sizzle sizzle" sounds.
Below, hundred-meter-tall tsunamis surged across the sea. The sky grew extremely dark, shrouded in thick black clouds. Lightning flashed intermittently with deafening roars.
Tang San panted heavily. Seeing his full-powered attack still suppressed, his eyes widened and his body trembled.
"No… impossible! My full-powered assault actually…" Tang San's eyes were filled with shock, but before he could finish speaking,
Everything before him turned black. He lost all consciousness.
"Chi—"
At Tang San's position, intense energy fluctuations erupted.
Blade light tore through the sky and exploded.
A spatial rift thousands of meters long rapidly formed.
"Bang!"
The Taiji array patterns shattered in response. The remaining shockwaves fully vented into the air.
Hundred-meter waves were directly pierced by the rampant energy beams.
The entire sea began to steam. Hot bubbles rose across the surface.
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—Defense!"
The small pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand flew out, forming a spherical barrier that blocked the energy surging toward her.
"Huff!"
Ning Rongrong exhaled a breath of turbid air, gazing at the torn spatial rift.
She casually tossed out the Glazed Sacred Sword.
Energy transformed into beams of light. Like rivers returning to the sea, the rampant scattered energy began to converge, flowing toward the Glazed Sacred Sword.
Even the thousands-of-meters-long spatial rift gradually shrank. The rules it emitted flowed rapidly, as though guided toward the sword.
Ning Rongrong quietly watched it all. In her eyes, the pupils of time and space turned.
The hour hand slowly rotated.
One second, two seconds…
After more than ten minutes, the pressure from the Glazed Sacred Sword hovering in the sky gradually weakened.
The once brilliantly clear Glazed Sacred Sword now looked like an ancient, unadorned weapon—completely devoid of its previous terrifying aura.
"Mm. Low-key, luxurious, and classy—a super-divine artifact that meets my expectations."
Ning Rongrong gently formed a hand seal, summoning the Glazed Sacred Sword back.
"Its power is a bit lower than expected, but it's enough." Ning Rongrong murmured.
Judging by the weapon standards of Douluo Continent, the Glazed Sacred Sword had already entered the category of super-divine artifacts.
"It's finally over." Ning Rongrong took several deep breaths to adjust her mindset. "So-called child of destiny isn't actually that hard to kill."
Without the intervention of the Asura God King, Tang San was nothing special.
Ning Rongrong lightly traced her index and middle fingers across the Glazed Sacred Sword's blade.
A wisp of light emerged from the edge and fell into her hand.
"The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's soul consciousness is still there."
This was deliberately preserved by Ning Rongrong during sword forging—otherwise it would have been gone long ago.
Even gods could be used as materials—let alone the mere quasi-god soul level of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
A spatial rift opened.
Two Ning Rongrongs walked out from inside, along with Lan Fozi Child, who had been constantly thinking of her father.
"Main body, I thought you were going to flip the car—like a fun defeat CG scene." The twin-tailed Ning Rongrong clone gave a playful smile.
"Mocking your own main body—are you looking for a beating?" Ning Rongrong's face darkened. She directly used the flat of the Glazed Sacred Sword like a brick and smacked it on the twin-tailed Ning Rongrong's head.
"If I had lost, would any of you be spared? Don't tell me you forgot what I told you to do just because you were watching the show!"
"Ahhh, I didn't forget!"
The twin-tailed Ning Rongrong shrugged and took out the Demon Empress's soul bones and soul rings.
The other, more reliable-looking Ning Rongrong clone also nodded:
"Lan Fozi Child has agreed."
With that, the reliable clone directly vanished. The twin-tailed Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes helplessly: "There's nothing left for me here either. I'm leaving too."
Two puffs of white smoke dispersed. From the original four people, only Ning Rongrong and Lan Fozi Child remained.
"Your parents haven't been dead for long. I have a way to revive them."
"But I want to hear your decision personally one more time."
"After all, even I can't guarantee a one hundred percent success rate."
"In a sense, you will become the first test subject for god creation. If it fails—not only you, but even the Demon Empress and Deep Sea Demonic Whale King will be unable to revive."
(End of chapter)