Chapter 225: I Must Be Hallucinating as I Am Less Than 20 Years Old
Just as Mo Hui was still in awe of the transformation of the Seagod Trident, the seven holy pillars scattered across Seagod Island suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light.
The seven beams of golden light shot upward, and after reaching a certain height, they converged and pierced through the sky—ripping space itself.
At that moment, inside the Seagod Temple, Poseidon, who had been worshipping before the Seagod statue, suddenly opened her eyes and flashed outside.
Seeing the vision in the sky, a trace of surprise flashed in Poseidon's eyes as she murmured,
"Has Mo Hui finally recovered the Heart of the Seagod?"
The return of the long-lost sacred relic filled her heart with joy. As the High Priestess of Seagod Island, her emotions surged with relief and pride.
At the same time, Mo Hui looked up at the blue-gold beam of light shooting into the sky, and at the Seagod's phantom forming from the light pouring through the rift in space.
He couldn't help but be slightly amused.
"Is all this really necessary every time? Good thing I'm not condensing spirit rings. And with my current strength, I don't need to worry about who might come sniffing around."
Suddenly—
"Who's up there!"
A furious roar echoed from below, and moments later, numerous figures burst from the Heaven Dou Palace, leaping onto the rooftops and gazing toward Mo Hui.
The commotion caused by the Seagod Trident's full restoration wasn't limited to the palace. The entire Heaven Dou City, and even areas within a thousand miles, felt the massive energy fluctuations.
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect
Ning Fengzhi, who had been playing with his child, turned to the window, sensing the powerful aura outside.
The next second, his face changed dramatically.
A towering blue-gold light pillar and a massive phantom had appeared in the sky!
Instantly, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong appeared beside him, their faces also filled with shock as they looked toward the vision.
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Three hundred miles east of Heaven Dou City, in a secluded mountain village:
"What is that!?"
Several figures shot into the air, their expressions filled with disbelief as they stared at the blue-gold phenomenon in the distance.
This kind of aura... this kind of vision... was not something a Titled Douluo could create.
Only legendary gods could produce such a spectacle!
"Could it be... Tang Chen has broken through?"
They speculated in amazement.
In their minds, the one with the highest chance of reaching the hundredth level was none other than Tang Chen—far more likely than even Qian Daoliu or Poseidon.
If Tang Chen truly became a god, their fate could completely reverse. Old debts could finally be repaid.
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Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
At the clan's residence, Yu Yuanzhen, the only Titled Douluo of the clan, hovered mid-air, gazing toward the distant vision.
"A time of upheaval has arrived. Even a divine successor has emerged. What path should our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan take in this new age?"
He sighed, then muttered to himself,
"Still, in the end, strength is what matters... but it's a pity about Xiaogang..."
He lamented the fact that his son had awakened a useless spirit, a tragedy for any spirit master—let alone the patriarch of their proud clan.
Thankfully, the clan had recently gained another peerless genius who had broken through to the Spirit Emperor realm at the age of only twenty-four. Though not as fast as his own past self, it was still a dazzling achievement.
The only regret was that this genius came from a branch family, not the main line.
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Back in Heaven Dou City, the vision caused by the Seagod Trident quickly faded. Within just ten seconds, the massive Seagod phantom vanished.
Mo Hui grasped the fully restored Seagod Trident, feeling the overwhelming power it now contained.
A soft groan of satisfaction escaped his lips as the divine weapon pulsed with strength.
Down below, the soul masters who had gathered finally got a good look at Mo Hui's young face—and greed immediately flickered in some of their eyes.
However, one person's expression changed completely—Bishop Salas of the Spirit Hall.
He recognized Mo Hui instantly.
Four years ago, Mo Hui had swept every academy team during the elite competition—including the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall.
At that time, Mo Hui's combat strength was comparable to a Soul Saint, even though he hadn't yet awakened his true spirit form.
Only a year later, news spread that Mo Hui had broken through to the Spirit Emperor level. His progress was absurdly fast—unprecedented, even.
And more recently, the strange order from the Spirit Hall's headquarters forbidding any harm to Mo Hui or his loved ones only added to the mystery.
These signs had led Salas to suspect something extraordinary about Mo Hui.
Unfortunately, the others had no such information.
One bold individual couldn't hold back. He soared into the air, heading straight for Mo Hui.
"Hahaha! If none of you dare take it, I will! This divine weapon is mine!"
The man's eyes gleamed with greed as he shouted,
"Boy! Hand over the trident!"
Mo Hui glanced at him coldly.
A mere Soul Douluo dares to threaten him?
He flicked his hand gently.
A massive green wind blade shot out, slicing through the air with terrifying speed.
In an instant, the Soul Douluo was cleanly cut in half.
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"Hiss—!"
A collective gasp echoed from below.
A Soul Douluo-level powerhouse had been killed in a single strike?
Everyone broke into a cold sweat. Thankfully, it wasn't them who had acted first.
Even Bishop Salas patted his chest. He'd been tempted just moments ago, but the order from Spirit Hall had stopped him. That hesitation had just saved his life.
Then, Mo Hui released his aura—a level 96 soul power surged out like a tidal wave.
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"A... Titled Douluo!?"
The crowd below stared in disbelief.
He was so young—could he be one of those mythical "old monsters" with a secret youth-preserving technique?
Even Salas's pupils constricted in shock.
Mo Hui... was already a Titled Douluo?
According to his records, Mo Hui was barely nineteen, not even twenty years old.
A nineteen-year-old Titled Douluo? He had to be hallucinating from stress. That kind of thing simply didn't happen in this world!
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"Hmph! At least you know your place!"
Mo Hui snorted coldly at the remaining soul masters.
If possible, he didn't want to kill. But if they insisted on seeking death—he wouldn't stop them.
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