Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer?
Not only was Huo Yuhao shocked, but even Nan Shuishui beside him was completely stunned.
On this continent, there was only one invincible legend that had never been surpassed.
With the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand and the Blue Silver Grass in his right, he had roamed the soul master world for ten thousand years without an equal.
His fame had been passed down for over ten thousand years and was an indelible legend in the hearts of all soul masters.
"How is this possible?" Huo Yuhao's face was full of disbelief. The conditions for producing twin martial souls were incredibly harsh. It wasn't that no one had tried to replicate that person's achievement over the millennia, but all had failed without exception, simply because the Blue Silver Grass was universally recognized as a trash martial soul, impossible to match with the invincible Clear Sky Hammer.
Only the Blue Silver Emperor could correspond to the Clear Sky Hammer and be born in the same person.
There had only been one emperor of the Blue Silver Grass in ten thousand years. Even if a new Blue Silver King were to evolve into a Blue Silver Emperor, it could take a hundred thousand years.
Therefore, the identity of the person before them was about to be revealed.
He took off his hood, revealing a handsome and dashing face. A head of long, deep blue hair flowed behind him. His deep eyes shone with a wise light, fully displaying the demeanor of a God King.
"Sea God... Tang San..."
Huo Yuhao's voice was bitter. Even if he were to face Tang Hao again, he had ways to retreat unscathed. But if it were the God King Tang, then he would have no chance at all.
May the Holy Emperor live for ten thousand years. It turned out that the "ten thousand years" in the Holy Spirit Cult's slogan really meant living for ten thousand years. The only person on the Douluo Continent who could live for ten thousand years was a legendary deity. How had he not thought of that?
A thousand thoughts raced through Huo Yuhao's mind, yet he sharply caught a point of doubt: the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong in the underground of the Holy Spirit Cult.
If the person before him was really the great God King Tang San, then what was the deal with the Rakshasa God statue underground in the Holy Spirit Cult? How could a remnant of Bibi Dong's divine sense hide from a God King?
"That's right, I am Tang San."
Before Huo Yuhao could resolve his doubts, the person had already spoken and admitted it himself.
Those who blaspheme or impersonate a deity will surely suffer divine punishment, yet the person before them was not affected in the slightest.
Holy crap, it's really him? How did this guy descend to the mortal realm himself! At this moment, Huo Yuhao was in complete despair. What on earth is the just God of Destruction doing?
"You are... the Sea God Tang San?" Nan Shuishui asked with some uncertainty, her tone extremely respectful.
"No, I am just Tang San. The real Tang San."
The man calling himself Tang San gave a mysterious smile and turned his gaze to the stunned Huo Yuhao. "Holy Son, surrender."
A look of dejection appeared on Huo Yuhao's face. No matter how he struggled, he could absolutely not be a match for a real God King.
He even wished this was a nightmare! Because he had not yet fully grown.
"Yuhao, whether he is the real Tang San or not, we will never give up easily." The Snow Empress suddenly grabbed Huo Yuhao's hand, her clear eyes full of determination and tenderness.
It was as if she were saying to Huo Yuhao, even if we face a true deity, we will live and die together.
At this moment, as the leader of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North, she did not choose to flee but stood steadfastly beside the despairing Huo Yuhao.
That composure and readiness to face death reignited Huo Yuhao's沉寂 heart.
"Hah..."
Huo Yuhao let out a long sigh, his eyes becoming determined again, and he squeezed her hand in return.
"You're right. Even if he really is Tang San, I, Huo Yuhao, will fight to the end."
"Oh—" Tang San raised his eyebrows. It was somewhat beyond his expectations that Huo Yuhao could pull himself together again, but this did not affect his confidence in victory.
"In that case, as you wish."
"Let's fight, Tang San!"
Huo Yuhao shouted, and his Half-Step God King spiritual power swept out. This time, he held nothing back. The entire sky turned dim because of this terrifying spiritual power, and the immense spiritual pressure almost made it difficult for Nan Shuishui and the two Holy Spirit Cult elders on the side to breathe.
Tang San's pupils suddenly widened. Huo Yuhao's spiritual realm completely exceeded his expectations, but he had long been prepared for this. A pure azure object, like an ordinary gemstone, appeared out of thin air on his forehead.
It was an extremely strange object, entirely a translucent blue, in the shape of a three-dimensional triangle. The whole thing seemed to be carved from sapphire and was only the size of a palm. A precious light flickering within the crystal-clear blue light, and strange energy fluctuations continuously emanated from it. On this blue triangle, there were ripples like water waves. These patterns did not seem to be carved on, but rather as if they were alive. Circles of blue light flickered, reflecting a faint precious light in the sky.
The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud?
Huo Yuhao immediately recognized the origin of this object from its appearance, but his actions were not sluggish in the slightest. His Evil Eye's first and sixth soul rings lit up simultaneously. Chains of Transmigration, Soul Strip, and Spiritual Shock combined into one, and a purple-gold beam of light shot out from the Eye of Destiny on his forehead towards Tang San.
Tang San had no intention of dodging. An invisible wave emanated from his forehead, connecting with the blue crystal. He actually chose to take Huo Yuhao's strongest spiritual attack head-on.
However, after taking this blow head-on, he did not remain floating in place with composure. Instead, his head snapped back violently, and his entire person tumbled backward several times.
Not only was Huo Yuhao stunned, but even the previously triumphant Great Elder and Third Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult were also stunned.
"Half-Step... God King realm?"
Tang San barely managed to stabilize his figure. A trickle of blood seeped from his nose, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
Huo Yuhao, who had unleashed this attack with all his might, was also stunned. He only felt that what he had hit just now was not a living being, so this attack, which was aimed at the spirit, had turned into a pure energy impact.
"You... you're not human!"
Huo Yuhao couldn't help but blurt it out. The Snow Empress, who had been about to press the attack, couldn't help but stop her movements.
Combined with his earlier sentence, "just Tang San," Huo Yuhao understood many things at once.
"Yuhao, what's going on?"
The Snow Empress flashed back to Huo Yuhao's side, her pretty face full of confusion.
"Holy Emperor!"
On the other side, seeing Tang San injured, the two Holy Spirit Cult elders quickly supported him with their soul power.
"I understand. He's not human." Huo Yuhao took a breath, a look of realization suddenly appearing on his face.
"You mean, he's not a human, but a god?" The Snow Empress was even more confused.
"No, he's not a god either..."
Huo Yuhao sneered and said bluntly, "I know who this guy is. He is Tang San, the real Tang San."
"He is the biological son of Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor. The original Tang San. The one who was possessed by the transmigrator!"
"The vengeful spirit that should have dissipated ten thousand years ago but survived by relying on the power of faith in the Sea God!"