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At that moment in the God Realm, the deities had assembled in full.
Seeing that all were present, the Sea God was the first to speak.
"Everyone, my successor and Lord Shura God's successor have completed their God Trials and attained a dual godhood."
Immediately, the Angel God and the Rakshasa God spoke in unison:
"My inheritor, Qian Renxue (Bibi Dong), has completed the inheritance and successfully reached level one hundred."
At these words, a ripple ran through the hall.
Second- and third-rank gods, whether standing or seated, leaned toward one another, whispering.
"Excellent. At last we can move on that man!"
"Indeed. Anything that threatens the God Realm must not be allowed to exist!"
"To dare oppose us—this mortal named Lan Minghua must be tired of living!"
Voices overlapped, venting feelings long suppressed.
They had, after all, been waiting years for this day.
Back then, they had received the Five God Kings' order:
leave inheritances in the mortal world, giving Contras—who otherwise would never have reached the Title Douluo realm—a chance to ascend.
Even for gods, leaving an inheritance exacted a price.
And an inheritance, by its nature, was inextricably bound to its source.
If a mortal enemy uncovered the secrets woven into one's legacy, that knowledge could become a fatal weakness.
In any power structure, internal strife is a constant; even gods are not exempt from that script.
Thus, by bequeathing inheritances, they risked those gifts being exploited—and their own safety imperiled.
But the command had come from the Five God Kings, whose strength brooked no resistance.
Second- and third-rank gods dared voice no complaint; they could only pin all their resentment on Lan Minghua.
In truth, these deities—like most in the God Realm—were the very image of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Watching the assembly squabble like a marketplace row, the God of Destruction—one of the Five God Kings—knit his brows.
"Silence!"
His single bark cracked like doom. The Hall of the Gods trembled, as if the shout carried endless destructive might.
He brought a palm, laden with the power of Destruction, down on the round table.
With a sharp snap, hairline cracks spidered across the surface—crafted, supposedly, from the God Realm's hardest material.
Panic washed over the second- and third-rank gods; faces blanched, cold sweat poured like waterfalls.
They knew: to a God King, snuffing them out would be effortless.
The God King of Destruction snorted coldly, his glacial gaze sweeping the hall before fixing on the Shura God.
"Speak. What do we do next? Do not tell this God King we must keep waiting. My patience is spent."
The God of Destruction's temper was never mild; waiting years had already stretched him to the limit.
The Kindness God and the Evil God held their tongues, turning their eyes to the Shura God and the Sea God.
Feeling that scrutiny, the Shura God shifted, then cast his gaze to the plan's architect—the Sea God.
"Sea God," he said, "let's hear it."
In an instant, the Sea God stood at the center of the hall—target of every eye.
Before the Five God Kings' combined regard, pins pricked his spine.
But he did not falter. Calm and composed, he said, "Next, we let our inheritors—and those mortals who became Title Douluo by absorbing the inheritances you left—move against Lan Minghua's disciples. After all, there is no such thing as a free meal."
At that, the gods who had left inheritances smiled—thin, sinister smiles.
Each had embedded contingencies in their legacies, enough to make recipients into puppets if need be.
In a pinch, they could even "log in" themselves through those conduits, exerting greater power.
The Five God Kings exchanged subtle nods; they knew the Sea God's stratagems well enough.
Though only a first-rank god, he was an old fox of the God Realm.
Satisfied by the response, the Sea God went on: "This way, we hold an absolute advantage. We can force Lan Minghua's disciples—and the Heavenly Dragon Empire—into a desperate corner.
"As long as we kill his disciples, Lan Minghua will have no choice but to come to the God Realm.
"When that happens, the trap we have prepared for so long will spring shut. We'll catch him like a turtle in an urn. Even with wings, he won't escape."
The Five God Kings neither affirmed nor denied.
After a brief exchange of glances, the Shura God said, "We accept the plan. We require only the result; the process is your concern."
The gods then discussed several particulars before dispersing to their stations—each ready to greet the God Realm's true foe: Lan Minghua.
On the continent, within the Star Luo Empire:
Title Douluo from Spirit Hall, Sea God Island, and the Heavenly Dragon Empire had converged upon Star Luo territory.
The Heavenly Dragon Empire's Title Douluo stationed there had received advance notice and withdrew swiftly from their original camp.
Soon after, Tang San arrived with Sea God Island's Title Douluo—
—only to find the place empty.
Tang San surveyed the abandoned grounds, disdain flickering in his eyes.
A derisive snort: "Hmph. So the Heavenly Dragon Empire's turtles tucked their heads in and ran the moment they heard I was coming?"
Sea God Island's Title Douluo wore twisted expressions, hatred burning in their eyes.
The Heavenly Dragon Empire's Title Douluo had slain their revered Sea Lance Douluo; their hatred ran to the bone.
They echoed at once: "Yes—cowardly turtles, all of them. This time, we will avenge Brother Sea Lance!"
Just then, Tang San's brows drew together. His keen senses picked up two auras approaching—each no weaker than his own.
A heartbeat later, Spirit Hall's forces appeared.
At their head: Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
In a flash, the air tightened to a drawn blade.
Alliance or not, none could be sure the other wouldn't stab them in the back.
As tension crested, voices thundered—not aloud, but inside the minds of Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue—each the voice of their inheriting god.
Only a single command: Join forces against Lan Minghua. Settle your grudges later.
The God Realm had spoken—and the matter was decided.
Tang San, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong dared not defy them.
Yet deep inside, dissatisfaction stirred toward those lofty, commanding deities.
Still, power is power; they swallowed it down.
Thus, Spirit Hall and Sea God Island moved together, entering the Star Luo imperial capital.
By then, the new emperor of Star Luo had been waiting.
Dai Mubai, robed in imperial splendor, lit up at the sight of Tang San.
"Hahaha, Little San—long time no see."
With status and strength in both hands, Dai Mubai radiated triumphant springtime airs.
Tang San did not answer. He only glanced over, cold as frost, as if to say: Little San? From you?
As the very emblem of ingratitude, Tang San would never tolerate being addressed so familiarly by someone weaker.
Dai Mubai froze; the smile on his face turned brittle as he recalled Tang San's nature.
Forcing out a stiff grin, he corrected himself against his heart: "Third Brother."
Satisfied with the title, Tang San said, "Mubai, it has been a while."
He tossed the greeting like a bone, then sat directly upon the Star Luo Emperor's dragon throne—as if it were entirely natural.
Dai Mubai, furious but fearful, could only play the sycophant and go along.
No one else spoke; Tang San's strength dwarfed the rest.
Elsewhere, the Heavenly Dragon Empire's withdrawn Title Douluo had already linked up with Oscar and his cohort.
（End of Chapter）