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High above the battlefield, nine colossal dragons formed from surging seawater descended with an earth-shattering tidal roar, bearing the weight and momentum of ten thousand mountains.
From the ground, nine dragons of sword intent soared skyward.
In that instant, the terrifying pressure of both attacks made every onlooker falter in breath.
Boom!
The moment they collided, the heavens thundered. Blinding light erupted, forcing eyes shut.
A tremendous shockwave burst from the point of impact, spreading outward in rippling circles of raw energy visible to the naked eye.
Earth and stone were torn from the ground and flung aloft, swirling like a black sandstorm.
Yet the next moment, the two devastating forces canceled each other out, leaving the world suddenly clear and quiet.
Tang San stared at Oscar, shock rising in his heart. He had not expected Oscar to withstand a full-power strike.
With his dual godhood, he had thought killing a mere support-type soul master would be effortless.
"Oscar, I didn't think that old fossil Lan Minghua taught you anything worthwhile. But it changes nothing—you'll all be annihilated today!"
With a cold snort, Tang San's aura twisted sharply.
From the deep-blue power of the Sea God at his back, faint streaks of dark red emerged. In the crashing waves behind him, faint, ferocious blood-colored runes flickered.
The gods observing from the Divine Realm were momentarily surprised.
"Oh? He can wield the powers of both the Sea God and the Shura God at once. No wonder he became heir to two divine thrones."
Lan Minghua was stunned as well—but not because Tang San could control dual divinities.
What puzzled him was: where was the Shura Divine Sword?
"No… no, something's very wrong. Where did Tang San's Shura Divine Sword go?"
It was a reasonable question.
Tang Chen had passed the eighth trial of the Shura God and obtained the Shura Devil Sword.
Tang San, in turn, had acquired the Shura Divine Sword.
So why did he not use it now?
After all, in terms of pure lethality, the Sea God Trident could not compare to the Shura Divine Sword.
Suddenly, Lan Minghua's eyes flashed with realization.
"There's no Divine Scabbard for the Shura Sword, and the Shura God in the Divine Realm is extremely wary of my strength. As an Ultra Divine Weapon, the Shura Sword is his safeguard—he would never hand it to Tang San."
With that, Lan Minghua understood completely.
And once again, he inwardly looked down on the gods of Douluo's Divine Realm.
On the battlefield, Tang San's Sea God Trident began to change.
Blood-red patterns crawled along its shaft, emanating a murderous aura that chilled the bones.
"I am heir to both the Sea God and the Shura God. How dare you think you can stand equal to me? Die!"
Tang San roared, his body vanishing from sight.
He reappeared before Oscar in the blink of an eye.
The Sea God Trident in his hand turned into a streak of blood light, like a sword drawn from its sheath, thrusting straight at Oscar's throat.
Oscar's sword brows lifted as sword intent roared through his body. He slashed upward to meet the incoming Sea God–Shura Trident.
Clang!
A deafening impact rang out, sending both men flying.
Eyes locked, Tang San and Oscar vanished once more. In the sky above, a rapid chain of metallic clashes echoed, their auras colliding in a storm.
"Kill!"
The others, seeing the battle erupt, each found their own opponent and joined the fray.
Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er faced Qian Renxue side by side. The Wind God Legs and Sky Frost Fist unleashed a storm of ice crystals, their momentum overwhelming.
Meng Yiran and Dugu Yan confronted Bibi Dong. Twin serpents intertwined as poisonous mist and black light spread in all directions.
Wu Song charged at Tang Chen, and the two clashed in a savage melee, each punch thunderous and brutal.
Yun Shan faced Qian Daoliu. Four years apart since their last battle, sword qi filled the skies as storm winds tore the world.
Manjusaka confronted Bo Saixi, and the rest similarly engaged their enemies, the battlefield erupting into chaos.
Elsewhere, Zhu Zhuqing stood before Dai Mubai.
Seeing her, Dai Mubai sneered. "Zhu Zhuqing, I now hold the War God's divine seat. If you return to my side and submit, I'll overlook your past offenses."
"Heh." For the first time, Zhu Zhuqing was amused by his words. She glanced at him with mockery. "You? Since when are you in charge? If I'm not mistaken, you still call Tang San 'Third Brother,' don't you? Truly flexible, aren't you?"
Dai Mubai's face darkened, teeth grinding.
"How does she know that? Do we have a traitor among us?"
Such humiliating truth, spoken out loud—no matter how thick his skin, he couldn't bear it.
Dai Mubai laughed in fury, his expression twisted. "You wench! Once I capture you alive, I'll have my pleasure every night and see how long your arrogance lasts!"
Zhu Zhuqing had long matured—her features delicate, her figure full—an undeniable beauty.
That lecherous beast Dai Mubai had coveted her for ages.
Zhu Zhuqing showed no expression and answered with action.
Before Dai Mubai reacted, a sharp pain struck his waist.
"Wench! You're courting death!"
Blinding white light exploded from his body, battle intent surging.
White radiance wrapped around his right hand as he slammed a punch toward Zhu Zhuqing.
But she merely tapped her toes and floated backward, melting into the shadows.
Dai Mubai scanned the surroundings warily. No matter how he searched, Zhu Zhuqing's presence was nowhere to be seen.
"If that's how it is, I'll destroy this entire area!"
White light gathered around his fists, and he suddenly hammered them into the ground.
Rumble!
The earth quaked violently. Within several kilometers around him, the land shattered.
Stones within range were crushed into powder as dust billowed into the sky.
Surveying the devastation with pride, Dai Mubai smirked. "Hmph, wench, I don't believe you came out of this unsca—"
Before he could finish, a razor-sharp streak of black light shot from behind, straight toward his neck.
Slash!
Even though he reacted, he couldn't dodge completely.
The black strike grazed his neck, slicing a gash and drawing a spurt of blood.
Infuriated, Dai Mubai whirled around to retaliate—
But Zhu Zhuqing was already before him like a phantom. Her right hand formed a claw, her killing intent overwhelming.
"Nine Yin Demon Claw!"
Before the words finished, her strike lashed out like a black crescent moon, swift and unstoppable.
Dai Mubai's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Unable to dodge, he could only cross his arms before his chest to block.
This strike had been planned long in advance—and it wasn't meant to kill.
Her right-hand claw sent his arms flying aside. Her left hand, wreathed in even darker light, followed immediately.
This was the true killing blow.
"Dai Mubai, it's over!"
Her claw pierced forward with a wet sound, plunging directly into the spot where his heart lay.
Dai Mubai spat blood, his hands clamping weakly around her arm.
But with his heart destroyed, he was already dead. His aura faded at once.
Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to withdraw her arm, something unexpected happened.
Dai Mubai, who moments before showed no signs of life, suddenly lifted his head with a ghastly grin.
"Dai Mubai truly was trash. As expected, it still takes me to act personally."
At this moment, Dai Mubai was no longer Dai Mubai, but the War God—a second-level deity of the Divine Realm.
Though he could only exert strength equal to Rank 100, it was more than enough to deal with Zhu Zhuqing.
The War God grinned viciously, murderous intent soaring.
"Little girl, die!"
The next moment, pain lanced through Zhu Zhuqing's abdomen. Her body was blasted away like a cannon shell, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.
In the sky, Oscar, still fighting Tang San, saw this and his eyes nearly split.
"Zhuqing!"
His momentary distraction gave Tang San, ever the schemer, the chance he'd been waiting for. The red-and-blue trident lunged forward.
Even though Oscar reacted and defended, his abdomen was still pierced clean through. Blood poured out in streams.
Inside the Tianlong Gang tower, Lan Minghua watched and chuckled faintly.
"So this is the Divine Realm's backup plan? Disappointing. Take action. Let these so-called gods witness your true power."
Across the battlefield, more and more second and third-level gods seized control of Titled Douluo bodies, each gaining at least Rank 95 strength.
Tang San burst into wild laughter at the sight. "Hahaha! Heaven favors me! Heaven favors me!"
Screech!
Just then, a phoenix's cry split the sky. A teal-green phoenix streaked across the field, beheading several Xingluo Empire Titled Douluo whose auras had just surged to Rank 97.
It was the shadow assassin, Qing Feng.
Elsewhere, several ice dragons tore through the air, ripping apart Titled Douluo one by one.
Scenes like this appeared everywhere. The Titled Douluo possessed by Divine Realm gods were being slaughtered en masse.
In the Divine Realm, the Five Great God Kings were furious.
"Damn it! The Tianlong Empire has so many god-level powerhouses. It seems we must take action ourselves!"
Just as the Five God Kings prepared to move, a figure soared into the sky and stopped just outside the Heavenly Gate of the Divine Realm.
It was Lan Minghua.
He spoke slowly. Though his voice was soft, it rang clearly across the entire continent.
"I now stand beyond the Heavenly Gate. You may fight without restraint. I ask only this—among the gods above, who dares descend upon the mortal world?"
(End of Chapter)