Capital of Slaughter, inside the castle.
A faint scent of blood permeated the air.
Dugu Yan sat cross-legged on the cultivation platform, soul power surging around her like a tide.
Six black, two red—eight soul rings rotated slowly around her, emitting a suffocating pressure.
Above her head, a dazzling ball of light was gradually turning from golden to blood-red, a sign that a God Bestowed Soul Ring was about to take form.
"Yanyan, concentrate."
Lu Feng stood to the side, the Asura Sword inserted into the ground, the blood-colored patterns on the blade glowing faintly.
He stared at the changes in the light ball, ready to help at any time.
Dugu Yan kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, dripping down her chin onto her green tight suit.
Over the past three years, Lu Feng had long figured out the rules of the Capital of Slaughter and built it into his base camp.
Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing's Divine Tests were opened by him using the authority of the King of Slaughter.
As the saying goes, keep the goodies within the family.
Presumably, Lord Asura God wouldn't mind having two more exceptionally talented inheritors.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, Dugu Yan let out a long cry.
The light ball contracted abruptly, turning into a red beam that entered her brow.
In an instant, a ninth blood-red soul ring bloomed beneath her feet. Powerful soul power fluctuations swept through the entire hall, causing even the ground to tremble slightly.
"Success!"
Dugu Yan opened her eyes, excitement flashing in her emerald pupils.
She leaped up and threw herself directly into Lu Feng's arms, her long legs wrapping around his waist.
"Lu Feng, I succeeded! I am a Titled Douluo now!"
Lu Feng caught her steadily, feeling the warmth from the delicate body in his arms. He chuckled and pinched the tip of Dugu Yan's nose. "Finally succeeded, one step faster than Zhuqing."
Dugu Yan raised her chin proudly, her red lips slightly pouted. "Of course, I am... wait, what do you mean?"
She suddenly reacted, punching Lu Feng's shoulder in dissatisfaction. "Are you trying to say I have an age advantage?"
"I didn't say that."
Lu Feng grinned, dodging her pink fist. "However, someone absorbed two immortal herbs back then; this advantage is indeed not small."
"I don't care!"
Dugu Yan hugged his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling.
"Yes, yes, my Yanyan is the most amazing." Lu Feng rubbed her hair dotingly, whispering in her ear.
The distance between their heads got closer and closer. Amidst their interlaced breathing, Dugu Yan took the initiative to raise her face, red lips parting slightly.
Lu Feng lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation, passionate and lingering.
"It seems I came at a bad time."
A cold voice suddenly came from the hall door.
Zhu Zhuqing stood leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, her cat ears twitching unhappily.
She was wearing black leather armor today, outlining her graceful figure to the fullest.
Lu Feng turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, a playful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. "No, you came at the perfect time."
Zhu Zhuqing snorted lightly, walking closer with elegant cat steps.
Her gaze swept over Dugu Yan, carrying a hint of unyielding competitiveness. "Level ninety-two? Congratulations."
Dugu Yan jumped down from Lu Feng's arms and said proudly, "Thanks~ But someone needs to work hard, otherwise you'll be left behind by me."
"You!"
Zhu Zhuqing was so angry her fur almost stood on end, but she calmed down quickly and sneered, "Someone shouldn't forget, I am six years younger than someone."
Seeing the two about to bicker again, Lu Feng quickly smoothed things over. "Alright, alright, you are both excellent."
He put one arm around each, pulling the two beauties into his embrace.
"Yanyan just broke through and needs to consolidate her cultivation. Zhuqing, how is your soul power cultivation going?"
Zhu Zhuqing curled her lips but still answered obediently, "I've already touched the bottleneck. I should be able to break through level ninety in another month."
"Very good."
Lu Feng nodded with satisfaction. "When you both reach the Titled Douluo level, we can start the final plan."
Dugu Yan looked up curiously. "What plan?"
Lu Feng smiled mysteriously. "Of course, taking you to ascend to the Divine Realm together."
"What about Grandpa?"
Dugu Yan suddenly remembered something and asked with a frown. "Is he still in the Sunset Forest, guarding those broken herbs?"
Lu Feng shrugged helplessly. "The old man refused to come no matter what, saying his medicine garden can't be left unattended."
He pinched Dugu Yan's cheek. "But don't worry, a god can bring one relative to ascend. We can just give him a leisure position then."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly interrupted, "Then my family..."
"Rest assured."
Lu Feng interrupted her. "I've already arranged things at home. Your sister will come to the Capital of Slaughter soon to participate in the Divine Test together. Then the Star Luo Empire will be given to her."
The three looked at each other and smiled, a warm atmosphere spreading in the hall.
Outside the window, the blood moon hung quietly, adding a soft halo to this eerie castle.
Lu Feng felt the warmth in his arms, his heart full of satisfaction.
In the past three years, his strength had reached the peak of level ninety-nine, and he could inherit the Asura God position at any time.
But he had been waiting, waiting for the little rabbit to scout the path first.
"By the way."
Dugu Yan suddenly remembered something and blinked cunningly. "What did someone mean by 'came at the perfect time' just now?"
Zhu Zhuqing's face blushed instantly, cat ears twitching uneasily.
Lu Feng grinned badly, hugging the two tighter. "Regarding this... we can discuss it slowly..."
Inside the Sea God Hall.
Light projected through the glazed windows, casting mottled shadows on the pitch-black floor.
Tang San's legs had sunk deep into the ground. The fabric at his knees was worn through long ago, revealing bloody skin.
His hands gripped the shaft of the Sea God Trident tightly. His palms were worn and torn, blood flowing slowly down the golden shaft.
"Ah—"
Tang San let out a heart-rending roar. His whole body's muscles tightened to the limit, veins popping up under his skin like horned dragons.
The next moment, the golden trident brand on his forehead burst out with dazzling light.
The Sea God Trident trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if responding to the call of this inheritor.
"Third Brother! Put in more effort!"
Ma Hongjun stood aside, his chubby face full of tension.
His hands clenched unconsciously, nails digging deep into his palms. "It's coming out soon!"
Blood spilled from the corner of Tang San's mouth, but the determination in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.
For three years, he had undergone unimaginable tests on this Sea God Island.
Every assessment was like walking before the gates of hell, but it was precisely these tribulations that made his strength improve by leaps and bounds.
"Get... up!"
With an earth-shaking roar, the Sea God Trident was finally pulled out slowly.
In an instant, brilliant golden light burst from the tip of the trident, illuminating the entire Sea God Hall instantly.
Pearls embedded in the walls reflected colorful light. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling shook violently, making crisp collision sounds.
Tang San staggered back a few steps, nearly falling.
The Sea God Trident in his hand emitted sacred pressure. The shaft was over two zhang long, and strange water wave patterns flowed on the three sharp blades.
He felt as if his soul had established some wonderful connection with this divine artifact.
"Sea God Seventh Test, pulling out the divine artifact, passed."
A majestic voice sounded in Tang San's mind. "Reward: Sea God Affinity increased by ten percent, total affinity eighty percent."
Ma Hongjun rushed forward excitedly, supporting the teetering Tang San. "Third Brother! You succeeded! Are you really going to become the Sea God? This divine artifact... is a weapon used by a god?"
Tang San nodded weakly, but a confident smile rose on the corner of his mouth.
With a thought, another long sword emitting chilling killing intent appeared in his left hand.
The Asura Sword.
The blood-red blade was covered with strange patterns, forming a sharp contrast with the brilliantly golden Sea God Trident.
"This... this is?" Ma Hongjun's eyes widened; he had never seen this sword.
"Asura Sword." Tang San's voice was weak but full of pride.
"My great-grandfather left it to me. It represents the inheritance of another god position."
Ma Hongjun sucked in a breath of cold air, his chubby face written with shock. "Dual... dual god positions? Third Brother, you are too perverse!"
Tang San chuckled lightly, withdrawing the two divine artifacts into his body.
He came outside the main hall and looked over the island.
Three years ago, he came to this island covered in wounds. Now he had been reborn, and even his severed arm had been healed by divine power.
A twenty-five-year-old Titled Douluo!
Looking at the entire history of the Douluo Continent, unprecedented and unrepeatable!
"Fatty, it's time for us to go back."
Tang San's voice suddenly became firm. "There are still many things on the continent waiting for us to deal with."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "But Third Brother, aren't you still missing one soul ring?"
A gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes. "I've long had a plan for my ninth soul ring."
He looked at the sea level outside the window, his gaze seeming to penetrate the endless waves, seeing the distant continent.
"There, a soul beast most suitable for me is waiting."
"What soul beast?" Ma Hongjun leaned in curiously.
Tang San didn't answer directly but asked back, "Do you still remember that giant ape we encountered in the Star Dou Forest back then?"
Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then realized suddenly. "You mean the Titan Giant Ape?"
"Correct." A trace of coldness flashed in Tang San's eyes. "A hundred-thousand-year strength-type soul beast. Its soul ring and soul bone will be my best ninth soul ring."
Ma Hongjun suddenly shivered. He had never seen Tang San show such an expression.
"Let's go." Tang San turned and walked down the mountain.
The sea breeze brushed past, bringing a salty and wet breath.
Tang San took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Three years of training... Douluo Continent, I, Tang San, am back!