Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

In the vast expanse of space, the azure seawater moved without wind, creating ripples.

Sheng Yangyue's swordplay was as sharp as lightning, slashing one sword after another toward the head of the Sea God Tang San, each strike carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything in their path.

Tang San hovered in mid-air, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

He easily sidestepped and swung his halberd, deflecting all of Sheng Yangyue's attacks. The golden trident of the sea god was like a toy in his hands, its divine radiance exuding an air of complete control.

He simply couldn't understand why this young man was so stubborn—that was the chance to become a god, the ultimate goal that all soul masters on the Douluo Continent dreamed of for their entire lives, yet this kid rejected it like trash, instead repeatedly wielding his sword against him, the God King.

"You ungrateful wretch!" Tang San's last bit of patience ran out. As a God King, even if it was just a divine soul descending, he could not tolerate such blasphemy from a mere mortal.

His divine power surged suddenly, and blue divine light swept out like a tsunami, "Unpredictable Storm!"

He originally intended to use this move to restrain Sheng Yangyue's movements first, and then use his mental power to forcibly imprint and control her.

Since he was unwilling to be a dog voluntarily, he could only force him to submit; he had plenty of ways to make the kid obediently submit.

Just as the power of the Unpredictable Storm was about to engulf the Holy Sun Moon, a figure exactly like him suddenly appeared from the side, wielding the Sun and Moon Sword, aiming straight for Tang San's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

"A clone? When?" Tang San was slightly surprised. The aura of this clone was almost identical to that of the original Saint Yang Yue, and even the fluctuations of soul power were exactly the same.

He didn't have time to think it through. He instantly gave up activating the Unpredictable Storm, and his divine power suddenly erupted, like an invisible giant fist, sending both his main body and his clone flying.

"boom!"

Two figures crashed into the spatial barrier, turning into black smoke and dissipating. Tang San frowned, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes—these two were actually clones!
As a god-king, he couldn't even distinguish the difference between the clone and the original. This kid's clone soul skill was so strange that it exceeded his understanding.

In that brief moment of distraction, a subtle spatial fluctuation quietly arose behind him.

Saint Yangyue's true form, wielding the Crescent Moon Blade, appeared like a ghost. The blade, gleaming with a chilling light, swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly cleaved down towards Tang San's head, without any unnecessary flourishes.

But even the most bizarre methods are powerless in the face of absolute divine power.

Tang San reacted with lightning speed, without even turning around. Divine radiance surged behind him, and the Trident of the Sea God automatically spun back, carrying a world-destroying power, and slammed into Sheng Yangyue's right arm with a sweeping strike.

"Click——"

The cracking sound of bones shattering was extremely piercing. Sheng Yangyue's right arm, which was holding the scimitar, was directly shattered by divine power and dissipated into countless specks of light.

Blood gushed out from his severed arm like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

Sheng Yangyue didn't even frown, and there was no trace of pain or fear on her face.

Using the force of the recoil, he retreated rapidly, instantly summoning the Yang Blade with his left hand and plunging it into the seawater beneath his feet to steady his staggering figure.

He glanced down at his empty right arm, blood still dripping, but a slow smile crept onto his lips. He looked up at Tang San, his tone as casual as if he'd only scraped his skin: "The God King is indeed different. This power is impressive."

Tang San looked at the scene before him and felt a strange sensation in his heart.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone like this. His arm had been shattered, yet instead of screaming and begging for mercy, he remained calm and even managed to laugh and joke.

He gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly again, his gaze icy cold: "Boy, the path to godhood is right beneath your feet, why are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions?"

"Stubborn to the end?" Sheng Yangyue sneered, his wicked smile particularly jarring against his blood-stained face. "You want me to be your dog?"

"Hmm?" Tang San's eyes suddenly turned dangerous.

"Forget it, I have no interest in being someone's dog." Sheng Yangyue gripped the Yang Blade with her left hand and pulled it out sharply. Instantly, terrifying soul power gathered on the blade, with red and dark blue energies intertwining and churning, forming a visible torrent of energy.

If this soul power had been used at the Sea God's Fate Blind Date event earlier, it would have been enough to make people like Mu En and Long Xiaoyao instantly lose their desire to fight. However, in Tang San's eyes, it was still not worth mentioning.

"This sword shall slay Ragnarok!"

"What an arrogant 'Ragnarok'!" Tang San sneered. He now fully understood that this kid could not be allowed to live.

Even if they cannot be recruited, they must be eliminated to prevent them from becoming a threat in the future.

He gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly, his divine radiance reaching its peak, and the terrifying pressure caused the entire space to tremble violently. "Since you insist on seeking death, then this God-King will grant your wish! Ragnarok!"

"To die by my move is an honor for you, a chosen one of destiny!"

"Heh~ You should keep this honor for yourself!" Sheng Yangyue's voice carried a hint of relief.

He had been prepared to die from the very beginning; all his attacks were merely attempts to buy time for Ye Xishui's escape. As soon as he finished speaking, he poured all his soul power into the Yang Blade and unleashed a single strike!
This sword strike embodied his life's cultivation and will; its light shone like a galaxy, as if it were about to cleave the arrogant deity before him in two.

But humans can never defy the gods.

Just as the sword light was about to touch Tang San, a crisp "crack" sounded, and the Yang Blade shattered first.

Immediately afterwards, the Trident of Poseidon, with its unparalleled divine power, pierced through Sheng Yangyue's chest.

"puff--"

Sheng Yangyue spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily onto the sea, splashing up a huge spray of water.

He was covered in blood, his breath was extremely weak, but there was no pain on his face, instead a relieved smile.

Tang San slowly put away his trident, but there was no sign of relief on his face.

He suddenly realized something was wrong—he couldn't sense even a trace of luck or fortune on this kid in front of him!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He clearly sensed that this kid was the chosen one of this era, but now, apart from a faint life force, there was only pure soul power fluctuation on the other party's body. The immense fortune that should have surrounded him had disappeared without a trace, as if he were just an ordinary genius.

Was he set up?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcibly suppressed it.

His divine sense would never be wrong; this kid definitely has good fortune on him!

Just as Tang San was about to step forward to investigate again, a powerful repulsive force suddenly came from the space beneath his feet, squeezing his soul fiercely.

His expression changed—it was the rejection from the Douluo Continent! The time for his soul to descend to the mortal realm had come, and the will of the plane began to forcibly expel him.

"Damn Douluo Continent! It's so damn bad!" Tang San gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment.

But he also understood that he had to leave immediately, otherwise his soul might be expelled by the will of the plane.

He took one last look at the dying Sheng Yangyue, then turned away, his soul transforming into a beam of blue light and disappearing into the space.

The moment Tang San left, this vast ocean space began to violently collapse, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

Sheng Yangyue lay on the sea, calmly gazing at the collapsing sky. She slowly raised her remaining left hand, a strange smile playing on her lips: "Heh~ Just because I can't kill you doesn't mean that thing can't hurt you..."

"Heh~ Hahahaha... What a pity, I couldn't see you in such a sorry state!" His laughter grew weaker and weaker, his body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into countless specks of light, dissipating into the shattered space.

God Realm, Poseidon Temple.

Tang San's soul returned to its place. He opened his eyes and was about to sort out the gains and losses of this trip to the mortal realm when he suddenly sensed an unusual energy fluctuation coming from his face.

He raised his hand and touched it, and found a trace of blood on his fingertip. At the wound, there was also a wisp of extremely subtle yet unusually stubborn strange energy.

Tang San was startled and immediately got up and rushed out of the temple.

When he looked up at the sky above the divine realm, he froze on the spot, his pupils contracted, and his face was full of disbelief—a huge shadow was slowly descending from the sky. It was a meteorite burning with raging flames, so large that it almost covered half of the sky above the divine realm!
"Tang San, what have you done?!" An angry voice rang out, and the figure of the God of Destruction appeared beside him, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He stared intently at the huge meteorite in the sky, then turned to glare at Tang San.

Tang San finally came to his senses. He looked down at the wound on his face again, carefully sensing the wisp of residual energy. His face instantly turned pale: "This aura... is the aura of spacetime!"

At that moment, he finally realized how terribly wrong he had been.

That kid isn't some genius with ultimate spatial attributes at all; he's a genius monster who has mastered the elements of space and time!

Such geniuses are a thousand times rarer than those born with destiny. If they could be won over, they would surely become one's most powerful ally.

But not only did he miss the opportunity, he was also outmaneuvered by the other party!
That wisp of spacetime energy was not just an ordinary wound remnant, but a backup plan that Sheng Yangyue had already laid out. Taking advantage of the close combat just now, it silently attached itself to his soul, ultimately locating the coordinates of the God Realm and attracting this spacetime meteorite that was powerful enough to destroy the God Realm!
Tang San felt an overwhelming sense of regret, but he had no time to dwell on it.

The massive meteorite overhead had already brought a terrifying sense of oppression, and the gods of the divine realm had also sensed the danger and began to stir.

The God of Destruction merely glared at him angrily, showing no intention of making a move.

Tang San understood that this was a huge mess he had made, and it was up to him to resolve it.

He gripped the trident of Poseidon tightly, his face extremely grave, and cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"

...(End of chapter)