Chapter 402: Million-year Soul skills! Myriad Streams Return to Silence!
The deepest part of the Death Sea is a stretch of water that never sees the sun.
The seawater is ink-black, thick as blood, and emits a pungent sulfur odor.
Large piles of white bones float on the sea surface—some from Sea Spirit Beasts, some from ships, and others from humans. These white bones appear exceptionally stark against the black seawater, like ornaments of Hell.
The thick fog here is extreme, rendering one unable to see their own fingers, and only the occasional flash of lightning can briefly illuminate this deathly silent sea. Black clouds hang low in the sky, almost pressing down onto the sea surface, while purple lightning snakes constantly weave through the clouds, emitting low rumbles.
This is the territory of the Evil Spirit Orca King.
Within a radius of a thousand miles, no Sea Spirit Beast dares to approach.
Because any creature that steps into this sea area will become a meal for that Ferocious beast.
At this moment, a silver-white light cuts through the thick fog, speeding over.
It is none other than the Devil Spirit Great White Shark.
Its speed is much slower than before, not because of fatigue, but because of fear.
As a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, it instinctively senses the suffocating malevolent aura ahead—the tyrannical pressure unique to the Evil Spirit Orca King.
"Kid, we've arrived." The Devil Spirit Great White Shark stops, hovering on the sea surface, and says in a low voice: "Three hundred zhang ahead is its lair."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan stands up from the back of the Devil Spirit Great White Shark and gazes toward the north.
In the thick fog, a huge black shadow can be vaguely seen, stretching across the sea surface like a small island. That is not an island, but the back of the Evil Spirit Orca King.
Its body length exceeds four hundred meters, even larger than the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Demon Empress.
Its entire body is covered in pitch-black scales, each the size of a millstone, with edges as sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the lightning. On the top of its head grows a spiral-shaped long horn, over ten zhang long, dark red in color, with blood-red light faintly swirling at the tip. Its eyes are blood-red, as large as lanterns, and they are currently staring coldly in Tang Chuan's direction.
It is at this moment that the Evil Spirit Orca King awakens.
It slowly lifts its head, and seawater slides off its scales, making a roaring sound like a waterfall.
Its gaze pierces through the thick fog, landing on Tang Chuan, and then on the Devil Spirit Great White Shark, as the corners of its mouth slowly curl open, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white sharp teeth.
"Devil Spirit Great White Shark... I haven't seen you in decades, yet you actually dare to come. And you brought a human? What, is the Sea God dead, and you've found a new master?"
The Devil Spirit Great White Shark snorts coldly: "Xie Hu, today is your death day."
"Just by relying on you?" The Evil Spirit Orca King is disdainful, turning its gaze toward Tang Chuan, with a flash of interest in its eyes: "This human... is somewhat interesting. To reach Titled Douluo at such an age."
Tang Chuan does not answer; he just quietly watches it.
The Evil Spirit Orca King laughs, the sound rolling across the sea surface like thunder: "Hahaha... Good, very good! Xiao Bai, I was worrying about not finding an excuse to go to Sea God Island to find you, but now that you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, you've saved me the trouble. Very good, once I kill you and devour you, your cultivation will be mine!"
Immediately after, it slowly rises from the seawater, its four-hundred-meter body fully exposed above the surface, like a moving mountain.
The pupils of the Devil Spirit Great White Shark contract to the extreme: "Kid, be careful! Its strength is even greater than it was back then!"
Tang Chuan, however, shows not a trace of fear. He quietly watches the Evil Spirit Orca King, his gaze as calm as water, as if he is looking at a dead object.
"Xiao Bai, move back."
The Devil Spirit Great White Shark is stunned: "Kid, you..."
"Move back."
Tang Chuan repeats it again, his voice still calm, yet carrying an unquestionable power.
The Devil Spirit Great White Shark hesitates for a moment, but ultimately moves back slowly, retreating to a thousand zhang away.
On the sea surface, only Tang Chuan and the Evil Spirit Orca King remain. One man and one whale, confronting each other.
The Evil Spirit Orca King narrows its blood-red eyes, sizing up Tang Chuan. It instinctively senses that something is wrong—this human is too calm, abnormally calm. Facing a Ferocious beast like itself, even a level 99 Limit Douluo could not be this composed.
"Human, are you not afraid?" the Evil Spirit Orca King asks.
Tang Chuan shakes his head: "Not afraid."
"Why?"
"Because..." Tang Chuan raises his right hand, palm facing upward, and a brilliant blue light ignites from his palm as he sneers: "The one who will die is you."
Before the words even fade, the nine Soul Rings around his body light up simultaneously! The radiance is brilliant, illuminating the entire Death Sea as if it were broad daylight!
The pupils of the Evil Spirit Orca King contract abruptly! It senses the power contained within those two million year spirit rings; it is the aura of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and Tian Meng, the power it once revered, once coveted, yet never obtained!
"You—"
Before it can finish its sentence, Tang Chuan's Ninth Spirit Skill activates. That golden million year spirit ring suddenly radiates immense light! It is the Soul Ring of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. It is also the Ninth Spirit Skill of Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
"Ninth Spirit Skill—Abyss—Myriad Streams Return to Silence!"
In an instant, the heavens and earth change color! The sea surface for ten thousand zhang suddenly boils, not surging upward, but collapsing downward! The seawater, as if pressed by an invisible giant hand, compresses frantically toward the center, forming a giant vortex with a diameter of ten thousand zhang! At the center of the vortex is the Evil Spirit Orca King!
"What?!" The Evil Spirit Orca King is horrified, struggling desperately, trying to break free from the suction of the vortex, but that power is too strong, so strong that its four-hundred-meter body cannot resist it!
This is not an ordinary water-type Soul skills. This is the innate Divine Ability of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King—absolute control over the ocean!
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a million-year Spirit Beast, is the absolute overlord of the ocean. Its control over seawater even surpasses that of ordinary gods. And Tang Chuan, having absorbed its Soul Ring, has inherited this ability.
Myriad Streams Return to Silence. Using Soul Power to stir up the seawater within ten thousand zhang, it condenses all water flows into a single point, forming a static space of absolute zero. Within this space, all movement ceases, and all life solidifies.
The body of the Evil Spirit Orca King begins to stiffen, thick frost forms on its scales, blood flow slows down, and its heartbeat becomes weak. It frantically drives its Soul Power, attempting to break free, but the Binding force is like a net covering the sky and earth; the more it struggles, the tighter it becomes.
"No—!!!" It roars hoarsely, its blood-red eyes filled with fear and unwillingness, "How could you... how could you possibly inherit the power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King?! That is its natal Divine Ability; a human cannot—"
"Possible." Tang Chuan interrupts it, his voice calm, "Because I am stronger than it."
He raises his right hand, slowly curling his five fingers. "Return to Silence."
The vortex contracts abruptly! Ten thousand zhang, one thousand zhang, one hundred zhang... all the seawater condenses in an instant into a blue light sphere with a diameter of only ten zhang, compressing the four-hundred-meter body of the Evil Spirit Orca King within it!
The body of the Evil Spirit Orca King twists, deforms, and shatters within the light sphere! Scales crack, flesh and blood fly, and bones break inch by inch! It opens its mouth, wanting to let out a final roar, but cannot even emit a sound!
"Bang—!!!" The light sphere explodes! The body of the Evil Spirit Orca King turns into countless fragments, splashing in all directions! Blood pours down like a rainstorm, dyeing the entire sea area red!
But that is not the end. Before the fragments can fall into the sea, they turn into dots of red light all over the sky, rising toward the firmament like a meteor shower flying in reverse. Those light dots rotate and condense in the air, finally forming a brilliant red ring—that is the Soul Ring of the Evil Spirit Orca King, a hundred thousand year spirit ring, with blood-colored patterns flowing along its edges.
At the same time, a bone of varying luster floats in the air.
Tang Chuan hovers in mid-air, his face pale, breathing rapidly; the consumption of the Ninth Spirit Skill is immense, and even though he is already a level 97 Super Douluo, his Soul Power has been almost completely drained.
But he has succeeded. One strike, and the Evil Spirit Orca King is slain.
A thousand zhang away, the Devil Spirit Great White Shark stares blankly at this scene, its mouth open wide enough to fit an entire fish.
It has lived for a million years, seen countless experts, seen the Sea God Poseidon slay the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and seen High Priestess fight the Evil Spirit Orca King.
But it has never seen anyone able to slay a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast in a single strike.
It mutters, its eyes filled with shock: "This kid... what kind of monster is he..."
Tang Chuan ignores the shock of the Devil Spirit Great White Shark and just quietly watches the red Soul Ring in the air. The Soul Ring of the Evil Spirit Orca King.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Chuan calms the churning blood and Qi in his body, then extends his right hand and begins to absorb it, the Soul Ring slowly descending to encircle his body.
This time, there is no resistance, no backlash—the consciousness of the Evil Spirit Orca King has been completely erased in the Myriad Streams Return to Silence, leaving only a mass of pure energy.
The moment the Soul Ring enters his body, Tang Chuan's body jolts violently.
A violent force surges into his Meridians, rampaging and attempting to take over his body. That is the residual ferocity of the Evil Spirit Orca King; although it lacks consciousness, it instinctively wants to lash out.
But Tang Chuan's body has already undergone the baptism of two million year spirit rings, and his Meridians have long been tempered to be incredibly tough; he guides that force to merge into his Dantian, into his Soul Rings, and into every cell.
Meanwhile, under Star Luo City, the night wind is shrill.
The six, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, are retreating steadily, as the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo is like an invisible giant net, shrouding the entire battlefield. Silver-white threads surge from all directions, Binding, cutting, and shredding, dismantling the offensive of the six Titled Douluo of the Spirit Empire one by one.
The sword scar on Golden Crocodile Douluo's chest, deep enough to see the bone, is still oozing blood; blood flows profusely from Grey Wolf Douluo's severed arm; Red Tiger Douluo's flames have been completely extinguished; the only remaining wing of Mystic Crane Douluo has been severed; Stone Turtle Douluo's turtle shell has shattered into slag; and Green Python Douluo's poison mist has been shredded by Sword Qi.
The six are in a wretched state, retreating steadily.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Golden Crocodile Douluo roars hoarsely, his voice filled with resentment and fury.
Just at this moment, a strange purple-black light suddenly lights up from the distant horizon.
The light comes extremely fast, arriving above the battlefield almost the instant it appears. Purple-black clouds churn, forming a huge vortex, and in the center of the vortex, a figure slowly descends. It is none other than Tang San.
He is dressed in a black robe, with long hair disheveled, and the twisted scythe pattern on his forehead burns with a ghostly green flame. Behind him, nine Soul Rings rotate slowly—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red. But at this moment, surrounding those nine Soul Rings is a layer of strange purple-black mist, and within the mist, countless twisted faces can be vaguely seen wailing.
In his hand, he grips a huge scythe. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, pitch-black all over, with a crescent-shaped blade, and ghostly green light flowing along its edges. The blade is covered in strange runes, each flickering slightly, as if alive.
At the end of the handle, a fist-sized purple-black gem is embedded, and inside the gem, countless Souls can be vaguely seen struggling.
Tang San hovers in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield from a high vantage point. His gaze sweeps over the six, including Golden Crocodile Douluo, sweeps over the five, including Dugu Bo, and finally lands on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a cold arc.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill... A fine combination of Sword and Bone. Unfortunately, today you have encountered me."
He raises the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and the ghostly green light on the scythe radiates intensely!
"Rakshasa—Break!" He swings the scythe down.
Immediately, a ghostly green light blade shoots out from the tip of the scythe, slashing straight at that silver-white giant net! Where the light blade passes, the air tears, space distorts, and even time seems to slow down. That giant net, condensed from Sword Qi and bone powder, is, before the ghostly green light blade, as if made of paper, easily torn apart!
"Chi la—!!!" Amid the ear-piercing tearing sound, the silver-white giant net splits from the middle and rolls back to both sides! Countless silver-white threads break, dissipate, and turn into light dots filling the sky!
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo simultaneously spit out a mouthful of blood, their bodies flying backward!
"Puff—!" "Puff—!"
The two crash heavily onto the ground, their faces pale as paper. Sword Douluo's long sword shatters inch by inch, and Bone Douluo's white bone phantom completely collapses. With the Martial Soul Fusion Skill forcibly broken, both suffer severe backlash; their Meridians are ruptured, their Soul Power is chaotic, and they can no longer fight for a short time.
"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone!" Ning Fengzhi cries out in alarm, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lighting up, attempting to heal the two, but his own Soul Power has long been exhausted, and the light of the pagoda flickers only once before extinguishing.
Dugu Bo's expression changes drastically; the phantom of the Jade Phosphor Serpent condenses desperately, blocking in front of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Yang Wudi's Soul Breaking Spear vibrates, the spear tip pointing at Tang San, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Tang San!" Dugu Bo says sternly, "You actually dare to—"
Tang San interrupts him, the smile at the corners of his mouth becoming colder, "Dugu Bo, Tang Chuan is still on Sea God Island. Are you sure you want to oppose me here?"
Dugu Bo's expression changes: "What do you mean?"
"Nothing much." Tang San says indifferently, "Just a reminder: those who know the times are the wise. The Spirit Empire has lost its momentum? No, the Spirit Empire has only just begun."
He no longer pays attention to Dugu Bo but looks down at the battlefield at his feet. There, corpses litter the field. The defending troops of Star Luo City and the soldiers of the Spirit Empire have suffered countless casualties on both sides in this battle. Blood dyes the earth red, severed limbs are scattered everywhere, and the air is filled with a thick, bloody stench.
Tang San takes a deep breath, a glimmer of greed flashing in his eyes. "So many Souls... what a pity to waste them..."
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