The crimson giant hammer, imbued with the power of a demigod, tore through the sky and crashed down with an aura of annihilation!
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply. He had nowhere to dodge and could only exert all his strength to raise the Angelic Holy Sword for a final defense.
Everyone from the Spirit Hall was horrified.
Qian Renxue's heart tightened, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa!"
She wanted to go to the rescue, but she was locked onto by Bibi Dong's aura and couldn't spare a moment.
It was clear that Qian Daoliu was about to die under the hammer.
At that very moment.
A calm voice, without warning, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"Noise".
Just one word.
It is understated and devoid of any worldly concerns.
But the moment that sound appeared, the entire noisy, chaotic, and murderous battlefield fell eerily silent.
Time seemed to have been paused.
Tang Chen's devastating hammer blow froze in mid-air, no more than three feet away from Qian Daoliu's head.
The crimson divine power melted away inch by inch.
The violent killing intent vanished like smoke.
"who?!"
Tang Chen's bloodshot eyes snapped open, staring intently into the void.
Who could break his Asura God Power with just a single sentence?!
The next moment.
A figure appeared silently between Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu.
He was dressed in white, with long black hair, a handsome face, and a gentle, refined demeanor.
He stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire world.
An indescribable life force emanated from him, soothing all the violence and carnage on the battlefield.
The moment Qian Renxue saw this man, all the worry in her eyes turned into surprise and relief.
"Tang Chen!"
She called softly, her voice tinged with dependence.
Tang San's gaze was also fixed on the white-clad figure.
This man...
This is the murderer who killed his father!
He finally appeared!
"you..."
Looking at the young man before him, Tang Chen felt a stirring deep within his soul that made him uneasy.
There was something about this young man that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
"Who are you?"
Tang Chen asked in a hoarse voice.
"A passerby."
Tang Chen, also known as Lin Feng, looked calmly at the "ancestor" before him.
He extended a finger and gently touched the hovering Asura Demon Hammer.
"Borrowed power is never truly one's own."
"Let dust return to dust, and ashes to ashes."
Buzz—
A soft chirp.
Before everyone's horrified eyes, the mighty Asura Demon Hammer shattered inch by inch, transforming into a sky full of red light.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Chen's body also began to become illusory.
The violent demigod power emanating from him receded like a tide.
"No!"
Tang Chen let out a shrill roar.
"My power! My Asura God Power!"
He could feel that the source of his new life and strength was being forcibly stripped away by the man in front of him in a way he couldn't understand!
"Who are you?!"
Tang Chen stared intently at Tang Chen, his eyes filled with madness and resentment.
Tang Chen did not answer.
He just watched him quietly.
Tang Chen's figure faded further and further in the light.
His aged and crazed face gradually regained its clarity.
He remembered.
He remembered who he was, remembered the island of Poseidon from back then, remembered Poseidon…
Finally, his gaze fell on Tang San below, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Ultimately, everything returns to nothingness.
The demigod Tang Chen followed in Tang Hao's footsteps.
Their form and spirit vanished, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the world.
Even the Heavenly Ranking did not utter a single word in remembrance of his demise.
Because he was merely a puppet created by divine power.
Now that the divine power has been extracted, the puppet naturally no longer exists.
"Great-grandfather?!"
Tang San was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
He could clearly feel that the blood connection between him and Tang Chen had been completely severed.
A demigod!
His greatest asset!
That's it...gone?
Was it wiped out by that man named Tang Chen with just one finger?
A bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of Tang San's feet straight to the top of his head.
He looked at Tang Chen again.
The other person's gaze was also calmly fixed on him.
There was no murderous intent, no hatred in that gaze, only indifference.
It's as if you're looking at an ant that you could crush with a flick of your wrist.
Tang San's heart sank to the bottom.
He glanced again at Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, who were standing side by side.
Two first-level deities.
Add to that Tang Chen, who is unfathomable and can easily annihilate demigods.
beat?
How can we fight like this?
"withdraw!"
Tang San used almost all his strength to squeeze out that word.
"Retreat the entire army!!!"
He dared not linger in the fight any longer, turned around and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing madly towards the Heavenly Battle Camp without looking back.
The million-strong army of the Heaven Dou Empire was already in disarray due to Tang Chen's disappearance.
Upon hearing their commander's order, the army collapsed like a house of cards, abandoning their armor and weapons in a hasty retreat.
A massive siege ended abruptly in such a dramatic manner.
On the city tower of Jialing Pass, the people of the Spirit Hall watched the Heavenly Dou army retreat like a receding tide for a long time before they finally erupted into a deafening cheer.
We won!
"We won!"
Qian Daoliu landed weakly on the city wall, looking at the white-clad figure with a complex expression.
Bibi Dong gave Tang Chen a deep look, a hint of deep apprehension flashing in her purple eyes.
Without saying a word, she vanished from the spot in a flash.
Qian Renxue came to Tang Chen's side, her golden eyes fixed on him, a thousand words unspoken, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence.
"You're back."
"Um."
Tang Chen nodded and took her hand.
"I'm back."
...
The Heavenly Dou Empire's main camp.
Inside the central command tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Tang San sat in the main seat, his face ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Below, the remaining six members of the Shrek Seven Devils, as well as Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, remained silent, their faces filled with defeat and despair.
We lost.
They suffered a complete and utter defeat.
They didn't even get close to the enemy's city walls before fleeing back in a sorry state.
"The mistress..."
Master Yu Xiaogang spoke with difficulty, wanting to offer a few words of comfort.
"Stop talking!"
Tang San suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"I'm fine!"
He said he was fine, but his face, twisted with anger and humiliation, looked particularly ferocious.
First came the pain of losing his father, then the humiliation of a crushing defeat.
Tang San had never suffered such an injustice before!
"Tang Chen... Spirit Hall..."
He gritted his teeth and pronounced the two names word by word.
Just then, a commotion arose outside the tent.
"Look at the sky!"
"The list of successful candidates has changed again!"
"!!!"
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