Chapter 325: Bo Saixi Attacks
"First form of the Golden Thirteen Halberds: Uncertain Tempest."
"Second form of the Golden Thirteen Halberds: Millennia of Emptiness."
"Third form of the Golden Thirteen Halberds: No Return."
Tang San recounted everything from his past life—how Qian Xunji had been a despicable, vile, beastly figure, a rapist without shame, and how Spirit Hall was, in fact, an evil and ambitious force determined to unify the entire continent. He revealed that before his reincarnation, he had been the Sea God's chosen successor, passed the Sea God's nine trials, and inherited the Sea God's position.
Since the amount of information was overwhelming, Tang San demonstrated the Sea God's unrivaled divine technique—the Golden Thirteen Halberds—created by the Sea God himself, using Bo Saixi's Sea God Scepter to lend credibility to his claims.
As for the Sea God's Trident, not even Tang San nor Bo Saixi could use it, as it lacked the Sea God's Heart—the core essence. Without it, the trident was just a heavy chunk of iron, a lifeless weapon. Only the Sea God himself could wield it freely.
Bo Saixi's role, however, was to guard Sea God Island. On the sea, she could command the ocean's power to enhance her soul skills, with nearly limitless soul power and battle strength approaching that of a god. Even with the trident, her combat boost would be minimal.
Still, Tang San hid some things—for instance, in his past life, he had used the Blood Swan Kiss poison to incapacitate all of Slaughter City, placing Tang Chen on a countdown to death.
In that world, neither his great-grandfather nor Bo Saixi had blamed him. Likely because he was simply too outstanding—as the Sea God's heir, bearing the Clear Sky Clan's legacy, his great-grandfather was proud of him, believing he would avenge their grudge and destroy Spirit Hall. After seeing Tang Chen one final time, Bo Saixi had sacrificed herself, fusing her soul with his to be together forever.
But in this life, in the Clear Sky Mountains, Tang Chen mistakenly believed Tang San had poisoned him and nearly slapped him to death. Bo Saixi had not even seen Tang Chen's final moment. Tang San was now merely the next High Priest of Sea God Island—if he told her the truth, who knew what would happen? He still hoped Bo Saixi could remove the strange soul power mark Bibi Dong had placed on him.
"It is... it is Lord Sea God's divine technique. What you say must be true."
Upon witnessing Tang San perform the Sea God's Golden Thirteen Halberds, Bo Saixi believed him. There was no other explanation for how he not only knew the technique but executed it flawlessly.
"Spirit Hall... Qian Xunji!"
Bo Saixi's expression turned twisted with fury. She had been completely fooled by Qian Xunji. Her Tang Chen—her Tang Chen had been poisoned and plotted against by Spirit Hall. He was gone!
Did they know how long she had waited? Over thirty years—thirty years of solitary devotion!
In that other world, she had seen Tang Chen one last time. After sacrificing herself, her immortal soul had joined his, and they would be together forever. That had likely been the Sea God's arrangement because Tang San was his chosen heir and later the Shura God's successor as well. She and Tang Chen had served as Tang San's two divine priests.
But now, Tang San was merely the Sea God's future High Priest, with no notable contributions. Why would the Sea God or the Shura God make such arrangements again? It meant she might never see Tang Chen again. Never be with him.
Tears streamed down Bo Saixi's cheeks. Nine soul rings rose beneath her feet—eight black and one red. Her massive Sea God martial spirit emerged behind her. Crimson killing intent flared in her eyes. In mere moments, the sunny Sea God Island was shrouded in thick clouds, and the surrounding ocean roared with towering waves.
The Five Sacred Sea Pillars were stunned. Even the Demon Soul Great White Shark, Xiao Bai, was shocked—what could have made Bo Saixi so furious? Her aura was overwhelming; even combined, they might all be slapped to death in an instant.
With a "whoosh," a spatial tear seemed to echo in Tang San's ears. His blue hair and robes were blown backward by the gust, and he nearly lost his footing, almost tumbling down the Sea God Mountain steps.
Bo Saixi had vanished in the blink of an eye, transformed into a blue-gold meteor shooting toward the direction of Spirit Hall on the Douluo Continent. Within just a few breaths, she disappeared over the horizon.
"Senior Bo Saixi!"
Tang San shouted, but Bo Saixi could no longer hear him.
He was full of frustration. He had hoped to ask her to remove the strange energy Bibi Dong had implanted in him. Now he'd have to wait for her return.
"Lord Tang San, what happened?"
The Sea God's Sacred Pillars rushed over to ask what had happened. They now respectfully addressed him as "Lord" because he had completed the seventh of the red-level trials—making him the confirmed future High Priest of Sea God Island.
Spirit Hall
Inside the Elder Hall, over a dozen Title Douluo were attacking Qian Renxue from all sides. This was her fourth Angelic Trial: to withstand a stick of incense's time against the full might of the Elder Hall's Titled Douluos.
As for the third trial—defeating all the elders within a day—it had been child's play for Qian Renxue after becoming a Title Douluo. None of the elders had lasted more than a single move. She had taken them down one by one, as if on an assembly line.
Bathed in brilliant platinum light, she activated the ultimate form of her Angelic Domain—evolved through the Snow Empress's sacrifice. The dozen Spirit Hall elders within the domain screamed in pain, struggling as their soul power was relentlessly purified. Yet none of them even knew where Qian Renxue was, let alone could hurt her.
Her cultivation had reached the peak of Level 97. The Spirit Hall elders, though Titled Douluos, could not even penetrate her domain. In the face of absolute power, quantity could no longer make up for quality.
"Your god trial is way too easy. So this is what you humans call the path to godhood?"
The Snow Empress grumbled inside Qian Renxue's mind, tinged with envy. She had always thought that becoming a god was an insanely difficult process, just like the soul beasts' thunder tribulation—one misstep and you'd be annihilated, body and soul.
But this? It was absurdly simple. Survive against a dozen ordinary Titled Douluos for one incense stick's time? Even if it were a thousand of them, unless they were all kamikaze soul masters self-detonating in unison, Qian Renxue could easily cut them down as long as her soul power held out.
"Shut up! You try it without breaking through to Titled Douluo first!"
Before breaking through, Qian Renxue couldn't have done it. One-on-one, she could defeat any elder, but her soul power wouldn't last through a rotation of continuous fights. The main obstacle had been time.
Consecration Hall
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, a satisfied smile on his face. Beside him, Qian Renchuan was currently absorbing his God-bestowed soul ring—preparing to break into Titled Douluo rank.
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