Chapter 330: Tang San – That Qian Renchuan Is Definitely Not Me!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Qian Renxue's eyes were blood-red as she detonated her first eight soul rings one after another. Her body radiated dazzling golden light, and the ground beneath her feet flipped upward like turf being ripped apart. The terrifying aura seemed capable of crushing everything. Her Six-Winged Angel shone like a platinum sun, freezing everything within several kilometers. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Eight ring detonations—including a 100,000-year soul ring—was Qian Renxue's limit. She dared not detonate the final 600,000-year soul ring. Not even Tang Chen would've risked that.
Ning Fengzhi's support had vanished. His face was filled with astonishment. He could no longer assist Qian Renxue. There was only one reason: her strength had exceeded the upper limit of what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could enhance.
"Emperor's Sword – Ice Polar Peerless!"
Qian Renxue wielded the Emperor's Sword and struck down with all her might at Bo Saixi, who was shielded by the Sea God's martial spirit.
BOOM!
The earth quaked, mountains cracked, space tore, and dust billowed.
In front of Qian Renxue, a chasm several kilometers long and hundreds of meters deep split the land. Traces of snow dusted the trench. The Sea God's martial spirit and Bo Saixi had completely vanished—only eight beams of light remained. Eight soul bones.
Why eight? Because the head and torso soul bones had been cleaved in two, now split into four pieces. Whether they could still be used was unclear.
Then, a divine blue-golden light flared again. It was Bo Saixi's Sea God Scepter—a semi-divine weapon, proof of her role as Sea God Island's High Priest. An essential item for opening the Sea God Temple.
The gem at the tip, a transparent diamond-shaped crystal, gleamed and transformed into a meteor streaking toward Sea God Island, disappearing in an instant.
Bibi Dong followed as well. After seeing Qian Renxue's sword obliterate Bo Saixi along with her martial spirit, she chose strategic retreat—in other words, she chickened out.
She could tell Qian Renxue's eight-ring detonation had pushed that strike to divine level. If all Spirit Hall consecrators could detonate rings like that—including Qian Daoliu—then even if the Rakshasa God descended to protect her, she might still die at their hands.
Even if she could revive again, everything would have to start over. That cycle of humiliation she endured after Sea Delusion Douluo's death, the torment after Yu Xiaogang's demise, and the pain during her beatings at the hands of Qian Xunji—that's what had bred her purest evil thoughts and empowered her Rakshasa God Spirit.
But that path could never be repeated. Without that same grudge and pain, she couldn't rebuild her power.
"Bo Saixi…"
Qian Daoliu was a little mournful that the only woman he had ever loved had been killed by his granddaughter. But he only sighed for a moment before saying quietly:
"Xiao Xue, you shouldn't have killed Bo Saixi. You've made an enemy of a god."
Qian Renxue, pale from the exertion, didn't seem concerned. Most of her darker aura had dissipated.
"Grandpa, what's there to be afraid of? The Sea God is a god—so is our ancestral Angel God. With our god on our side, what's there to fear?"
Qian Daoliu remained silent. He wouldn't dare admit their god might be weaker than the Sea God. But as the servant of the Angel God, his role was to guide the next successor—and protect the Angel God's dignity. Qian Renxue killing Bo Saixi was like slapping the Sea God in the face—dragging their god into conflict.
Not knowing what to say, he changed the subject.
"Xiao Xue, where did you learn that ring detonation technique?"
"Xiao Chuan taught me."
Qian Renchuan, calm under Qian Daoliu's gaze, said, "Grandpa, it was Tang Tian and Tang Hu. When they arrived at Spirit Hall, they feared that such a powerful technique would be coveted, so they passed it on to me. I then taught it to my sister."
Qian Daoliu sighed. "Who would've thought that brute had such careful descendants? What a pitiful and ridiculous end for the Clear Sky Clan."
He never doubted his grandson's words. Whether it was Tang San's jealousy, poisoning Slaughter City, causing his grandson's suffering, which led to Tang Chen being controlled by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and massacring the Clear Sky Clan—or this current explanation. In his mind, Qian Renchuan was raised by him and chosen by a god. He would never lie.
After collecting Bo Saixi's soul bones and storing them in Spirit Hall's vault, Qian Daoliu found her storage soul tool, took one of her garments, and placed it in a burial niche inside Douluo Hall. He erected a tombstone: Sea God Douluo – Bo Saixi's Grave, as a gesture of closure.
Sea God Island
Tang San sat cross-legged beneath the Sea God Temple, cultivating and awaiting Bo Saixi's return. In his eyes, even if she couldn't destroy Spirit Hall, she could come and go freely.
Splash!
A wave crashed as a massive sea star arrived. On its back stood three people: one was Starfish Douluo, one of the Five Sacred Pillars, the others were Tang Tian and Tang Hu.
Starfish Douluo led them below the Sea God Temple and saluted Tang San.
"Lord Tang San."
"No need for formality. Tang Tian, Tang Hu—what brings you here?"
"It's like this…"
Tang Tian and Tang Hu explained how Spirit Hall had acquired a soul beast that offered itself in sacrifice, and not long after, Qian Renchuan arrived radiating murderous intent, activated his Asura Domain, grabbed them by the neck, and forced them to hand over the Great Sumeru Hammer cultivation method. Fearing for the Clear Sky Clan's legacy, they reluctantly complied, believing Tang San was dead after Tang Chen's blow.
Fearing Spirit Hall might kill them for their inherited soul bones, they fled overnight to Sea God Island. Both had reached level 70 Soul Sage after absorbing Clear Sky's legacy bones. Under the pretext of hunting soul beasts for rings, they escaped to the island.
"Spirit Hall… Qian Renchuan… such a despicable, shameless hypocrite! He swore an oath to my great-grandfather, then turned around and tried to kill you two!"
Tang San clenched his fists. He was utterly disgusted by Qian Renchuan's actions—envious, bitter, and full of hatred. Why did someone like him deserve the Asura God's legacy?
One thing was certain: that Qian Renchuan was absolutely not him. He, Tang San, was a true gentleman who honored promises and upheld rules.
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