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"Zhuqing, long time no see!"
Oscar looked at the girl he'd been missing day and night and spoke, voice trembling with excitement.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't answer. She simply rushed forward and threw herself into Oscar's arms.
"Yo~!"
The moment they embraced, a chorus of teasing voices sounded from behind.
Feng Xiaotian quipped, "Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister—what a match made in heaven. Honestly, Master was really something, letting the two of them be apart for so long."
"Exactly, exactly. If not for Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister being so devoted, their relationship might've fallen apart," Shui Bing'er chimed in.
The very next instant, space behind Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er shattered, and a hand flicked each of them hard on the head.
Blue Minghua's voice drifted into their ears.
"Cut the clowning. This time you keep your minds razor-sharp. If anyone dares get careless, I'll personally deal with you after this battle!"
Hearing that, those who hadn't been training at Blue Minghua's side shivered in unison.
They recalled the past four years behind the Tianlong Gang's headquarters—Oscar's daily screams echoing from the back mountain—and a chill shot straight up their spines.
"Master, rest assured—we will not disappoint you!"
"That's right, Master. Please sit back and watch. As your disciples, we will not bring you shame!"
Feng Xiaotian and the others promised again and again, not daring a trace of negligence.
Determined to avoid Blue Minghua's hellish regimen, their fighting spirit burned higher than ever.
Oscar rolled his eyes at his juniors.
"Tch. I trained with Master for four years and suffered for four years. How could you lot get away untouched? No way—when this battle's over, I'm asking Master to put you through what I endured."
He made a silent vow to let the others taste the same grind that had tempered him.
Across ten thousand li, Blue Minghua could still read Oscar's expression.
"This kid Oscar—he looks decent now, but he's still sly inside. Still, that's fine. The others are my disciples, too. I'll treat them all the same."
Then he used long-distance voice transmission to inform everyone in the Tianlong Empire: obey Oscar's commands and meet the joint forces of the Tianlong Empire's Spirit Hall and Seagod Island head-on.
Having given his orders, Blue Minghua lay back down.
If he didn't rest now, there would be no chance to rest later.
He glanced calmly at the sky and murmured, "Let's see whether your pieces from the God Realm are stronger, or my disciple Blue Minghua's pupils are stronger."
The contest between gods and men officially began.
Star Luo Empire, Luxi Plain—two armies faced off.
In total, only four to five hundred on both sides, yet without exception their weakest combatants stood at Contra level.
One side was the Spirit Hall–Seagod Island–Star Luo Empire alliance led by Tang San; the other, the Tianlong Empire led by Oscar. Though blades had not yet crossed, the gunpowder-thick tension already made breathing feel impossible.
Glancing at the Tianlong ranks with only one level-100 expert—Oscar—Tang San let out a derisive laugh.
He strode a step forward, utterly confident. "Oscar, you have only one level-100. How could you possibly be a match for the three level-100s on our side! Surrender now, present Blue Minghua's head, and I might consider sparing you—let you live as my dog."
Oscar smiled faintly and also stepped forward. "Tang San, you're as naive as ever. I'm not you—the kind of beast who would use his own sister and sacrifice his master for profit."
After years under Blue Minghua's tutelage, his vision had widened.
He'd re-examined the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect's soul master exchange and pieced together the truth of Tang San's character.
"Lies! I, Tang San, respect my teachers and value righteousness. How could I do something so inhuman? I warn you—don't slander me!"
Tang San lost his cool, rushing to refute.
He'd thought his actions flawless. He hadn't expected Oscar to see through them.
Even if Oscar was right, he would never admit it.
After all, the dead leave no testimony.
"What? You mean there's more to Xiao Gang's death?" Bibi Dong's eyes flew wide as she locked her gaze on Tang San and Oscar.
Feeling Bibi Dong's stare, Tang San hurried to explain, "Don't let him sow discord. My father, my uncle, my sister—even my master, Yu Xiaogang—all died at Blue Minghua's hands."
As he spoke, Tang San's eyes fell on Qian Daoliu and the other Spirit Hall figures.
Qian Daoliu knew this was no time for infighting and spoke up, "Indeed, Yu Xiaogang and the upper three sects all perished by Blue Minghua's hand."
"Hmph! True or false, I'll revive Xiao Gang after this battle and let him speak for himself."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly—she wasn't a fool.
Though she'd heard from Yue Guan and Gui Mei that Yu Xiaogang died to Blue Minghua, there had to be more to the story.
Nothing arises without cause.
At her words, a sliver of ruthless intent flashed deep in Tang San's eyes.
No—Bibi Dong must not be allowed to revive Yu Xiaogang.
Otherwise, everything he'd done to Xiao Gang would be laid bare, thread by thread.
Then the persona he'd labored to craft would collapse!
That absolutely could not happen. Bibi Dong had to die!
As the bearer of two god-legacies, Tang San's confidence in his own power was absolute.
He was sure he could butcher Bibi Dong—also level 100 and heir to the Rakshasa God.
The gods of the God Realm watched with displeasure.
The Seagod, the Angel God, and the Rakshasa God each sent a voice transmission—respectively to Tang San, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong—
Ordering them to stop squabbling and follow the plan.
Before the commands of gods, they had no choice but to obey.
Tang San ignored Bibi Dong and fixed a blade-sharp gaze on Oscar. "Oscar, even if you beg me now, I won't let you go!"
Oscar, seeing he hadn't sparked a civil clash, wasn't disheartened.
It had only been a passing jab; whether it bit or not didn't matter.
He smiled lightly and said, "A clear conscience fears no knocking ghost. Tang San, you've got filth on your soul. 'Respectful, righteous'? Laughable."
"Bastard! You're courting death!"
Tang San, furious beyond reason, shot into the sky. Locking onto Oscar, he smashed down the Seagod Trident.
Wong—!
An ocean's worth of seawater manifested from nothing, and nine sky-blotting water dragons plunged howling from above, their roars shaking heaven and earth.
When a level-100 soul master struck with full force, the might was anything but small.
The Tianlong Empire's people scattered at once, lest they be caught in the tide.
Oscar, however, stood unmoving—straight as a sword, sword-intent surging around him as if to pierce the firmament.
Calmly, he drew the unimpressive longsword at his waist and lifted it toward the heavens.
"Kill me? Let's see if you have the strength."
Oscar swung.
In that instant, nine ferocious currents of sword-intent tore upward like nine dragons wrought of pure edge.
This move was—Rolling Dragon Wall of Sword-Qi!
(End of Chapter)