"Sea God's divine power... The divine power on your body is very similar to Little San's, and that spear... are you that newly born Sea God?"
Tang Hao's voice became incredibly solemn.
Before descending to the lower realm, Tang San had told them that a new Sea God had been born on the Douluo Continent, and his power might have been stolen.
At this moment, before him stood a woman who looked exactly like his granddaughter but spoke the cruelest words, wielding the Sea God's divine power. This made him understand instantly: she was that new Sea God.
Yet, this face and this bloodline resonance absolutely could not be faked. Tang Hao did not believe there was no connection between her and Tang Wutong. There had to be a shocking secret here that he did not know.
"I said, I am Wang Qiu'er."
A hint of obvious impatience entered Wang Qiu'er's tone. She disliked nothing more than others treating her and Tang Wutong as the same person. Tang Hao's current gaze—filled with doubt, inquiry, and scrutiny—made her feel extremely annoyed.
And when Wang Qiu'er was annoyed, someone was going to be unlucky.
"It seems you won't understand until I beat some sense into you."
She stopped wasting words. The Golden Dragon Spear in her hand let out a clear dragon cry, its tip pointing distantly at Tang Hao. A terrifying aura, a mixture of Sea God's divine power and the overbearing pressure of the Dragon Clan, instantly locked onto Tang Hao.
In the next instant, Wang Qiu'er's figure vanished from the spot, transforming into a golden streak of light. The Golden Dragon Spear carved a brilliant trajectory that tore through space, thrusting mercilessly toward the center of Tang Hao's forehead.
Every move was lethal, leaving no room for error.
On the other side, seeing Wang Qiu'er and Tang Hao instantly clash, Lu Jingming retreated a few steps with ease, leaving the battlefield entirely to them. He gave a gentle smile to Zhang Lexuan beside him:
"Sister Lexuan, you go as well. It's a good chance to practice your skills on her."
Both Wang Qiu'er and Zhang Lexuan had just thoroughly stabilized their godhoods. They needed a hearty, evenly matched battle to familiarize themselves with their skyrocketing strength and the combat methods of the gods. Tang Hao and Ah Yin, though without formal godhood positions, were veteran powerhouses whose combat experience was peerless and whose divine power cultivation had reached the level of Second-Class Gods; they were the most qualified whetstones.
Zhang Lexuan nodded. She glanced at Lu Jingming, a flicker of battle intent passing through her eyes that were usually as soft as water. She also wanted him to see her current strength.
Her body shifted, turning into a streak of bright moonlight as she took the initiative to intercept Ah Yin, who was attempting to bypass her to help Tang Hao.
"Your opponent is me."
Zhang Lexuan's voice was cold. At some point, an elegant and magnificent silver longbow, condensed entirely from the essence of moonlight, had appeared in her hand. This was the divine tool Lu Jingming had forged for her, which he had named—the Bow of Artemis.
Although Zhang Lexuan did not know the special meaning behind the name, since Lu Jingming had chosen it, she, who had always been obedient and doting toward him, naturally had no objections and cherished it deeply.
"Oh my, this is truly interesting. Too interesting."
High in the sky thousands of meters away, two figures appeared at some unknown time, sitting at a small round table that had appeared out of thin air, covered with an exquisite tablecloth. The table was laden with various snacks, desserts, fruits, and drinks.
It was Sparkle and Vita.
They looked like spectators at a picnic, each sitting on a small stool, watching the battle of gods below with great interest.
"Battles between gods look quite lively, but at most, they're just for a bit of fun," Sparkle said, grabbing a potato chip and crunching it to pieces, speaking with her mouth full. "But don't you think the family drama within is the real masterpiece that's actually fun and amusing?"
Vita elegantly raised a glass of juice, taking a light sip, her eyes shimmering with wisdom and playfulness.
"Indeed. Tang San's wife, Xiao Wu, is now Huo Yuhao's wife and has even borne him a child. Meanwhile, Tang San's daughter, Tang Wutong, was 'killed' and merged by her own other half, Wang Qiu'er. Now, wearing Tang Wutong's face, she has become the new Sea God and is fighting to the death with her grandfather, Tang Hao, who is ignorant of the truth... Tsk tsk tsk, this web of relationships is messy enough to be quite spectacular."
"Right, right?" Sparkle patted the table excitedly. "I really want to see what kind of expression that Sea God Tang San will have when he finds out about all this. It will definitely be very, very, very interesting."
The two continued to "eat melons" as if no one else were there, discussing this tangled mess of family ethics as if the divine war below were merely background music for their entertainment.
On the battlefield, the fight between Wang Qiu'er and Tang Hao had reached a fever pitch.
"Great Sumeru Hammer: Disorder Splitting Wind!"
Tang Hao roared. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand danced so fast it became impenetrable. Layer upon layer of hammer shadows, heavy as mountains, stacked atop each other. Every strike caused space to vibrate. After the eighty-one strikes, all the power converged into a single point, transforming into a pillar of black light capable of pulverizing stars, crashing down toward Wang Qiu'er.
His heart was filled with frustration and fury. The strength and bizarre methods of the woman before him, who looked so much like his granddaughter, were completely beyond his imagination. That Golden Dragon Spear was indestructible; with every collision, an overbearing, penetrating divine power would invade his Clear Sky Hammer, even attempting to dismantle his own divine power.
Even more distressing to him was that Wang Qiu'er's use of the Sea God's power was completely different from Tang San's. She did not simply draw upon the power of the ocean; she perfectly integrated the divine power with the properties of that spear. Every thrust felt as though it carried the weight of the entire ocean—immensely heavy, yet fast as a lightning bolt.
"Trivial tricks."
Facing the world-destroying pillar of black light, Wang Qiu'er showed no fear. Instead, a trace of contempt appeared on her face. Golden light erupted from the Golden Dragon Spear, and a vivid phantom of a golden dragon coiled out, letting out a soul-shaking roar.
Wang Qiu'er poured her entire divine power into the spear, achieving unity between person and weapon. She transformed into a golden dragon that pierced the heavens and earth, charging headlong into the black pillar of light. She did not choose to dodge; she chose the most direct, most ferocious head-on collision.
She wanted to use the very strength Tang Hao was most proud of to utterly crush him. She wanted to make him understand that she was fundamentally different from that Tang Wutong.
"BOOM—!!!!!"
The golden dragon and the black pillar of light collided violently in mid-air. This time, there was no stalemate. The moment the black pillar—which contained the full power of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—touched the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear, it was like a popped balloon. Starting from the center, it fractured inch by inch, instantly torn apart and annihilated by the overbearing dragon force and Sea God power.
The golden dragon's momentum did not slow as it roared toward Tang Hao.
"What?!"
Tang Hao's pupils shrank. He never expected his ultimate secret technique to be broken so easily from the front. He only had time to bring the Clear Sky Hammer across his chest in a hurried defense.
Bang!
Tang Hao was hit like a bolt of lightning. He was sent flying like a cannonball, drawing a long parabola in the sky while coughing out blood.
On the other side, the battle between Zhang Lexuan and Ah Yin appeared more elegant, yet was equally perilous.
"Blue Silver Cage."
Ah Yin's hands formed seals. Countless incredibly tough Blue Silver Emperor vines erupted from the ground in all directions, forming a massive, airtight spherical cage that trapped Zhang Lexuan inside. Thousands of sharp thorns grew from the inner walls of the cage, lunging toward Zhang Lexuan at the center.
Zhang Lexuan's expression remained unchanged. Before her, a circular shield composed of bright moonlight appeared out of thin air. The shield seemed ethereal, yet it radiated an aura of eternal tranquility. Countless vine thorns struck the shield, only to snap as if hitting the toughest divine iron.
Furthermore, any vine that touched the shield had the life force within it rapidly eroded and frozen by the cold moonlight, causing it to wither and turn black.
Ah Yin was greatly shocked. Her Blue Silver Emperor was filled with the power of life, which usually countered cold attributes. Yet, the opponent's moonlight power seemed to be the natural enemy of life force, filled with the laws of silence and withered decay.
"Moonfall."
Zhang Lexuan pointed a finger. The Bow of Artemis automatically floated before her, the string pulled taut. An arrow condensed from pure moonlight instantly shot out. The arrow was not aimed at Ah Yin, but at the top of the cage.
The moment the arrow struck the cage, it exploded, turning into a rain of moonlight that swept through the entire structure.
Sizzle sizzle—
Under the washing of the moonlight rain, the countless Blue Silver Emperor vines forming the cage dissolved and disintegrated at a visible speed, like ice being doused in concentrated acid. Within a few breaths, the indestructible Blue Silver Cage had turned into flying ash.
Zhang Lexuan, holding her silver bow, stepped slowly out of the ash. Her robes fluttered like a lunar fairy from the highest heavens, sacred and inviolable. She drew the bowstring again; this time, three moonlight arrows condensed simultaneously, locking onto Ah Yin from afar.
"You've lost," Zhang Lexuan said softly.
Although they were both gods, she possessed a godhood—a First-Class Godhood at that. She had a divine tool and a divine power foundation that Lu Jingming had personally refined for her. Ah Yin, in the end, was just a rogue god without a position. No matter how rich her combat experience, she was powerless before a gap in absolute quality.
Ah Yin looked at the three arrows that made even her soul sting. She glanced at the distant Tang Hao, who had been heavily wounded by Wang Qiu'er's spear and whose fate was unknown. A look of deep sorrow and... despair appeared on her face.
Seeing Tang Hao critically wounded and Ah Yin suppressed by Zhang Lexuan's moonlight, the battle situation was already hanging by a thread. The playfulness and pride on Ning Rongrong's face were finally replaced by a cold mask.
She could not accept this. She was the Nine-Colored Goddess, the Douluo God Realm's acknowledged strongest support-system god, and an indispensable core of the Shrek Seven Devils. Her existence was meant to allow her partners to reverse desperate situations and turn the tide when disadvantaged. If she stood by and watched her elders fall before her, her title as the strongest support would become a giant joke.
"It is not over yet."
A crisp yet determined shout rang through the clouds, instantly drowning out the sound of the wind and the roar of energy.
Within Ning Rongrong's eyes, the nine-colored divine light erupted. The phantom of the Nine-Tiled Glazed Pagoda behind her solidified completely at this moment, transforming into a majestic divine tower a hundred feet tall, cast from nine-colored divine crystals and shimmering with light.
On the divine tower, the nine layers lit up one by one. Countless profound and complex divine runes shifted and reorganized on the tower's body, eventually converging on the brilliant orb at the very top.
"Nine-Colored Goddess: Divine Light Radiance."
Ning Rongrong's voice became holy and majestic as she poured her entire divine power into the Nine-Tiled Glazed Pagoda without reservation. This time, she held nothing back, pushing her full might as a Second-Class God and the power inherent in the Nine-Colored Goddess position to the limit.
Hum—!!!
A vast divine light, more brilliant than the sun and containing nine colors—red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, purple, black, and white—shot out from the orb atop the tower. This divine light was not aimed at any person; instead, it exploded in the sky, turning into a magnificent rain of divine light that covered the entire battlefield.
Every drop of light rain contained a spark of the purest law. Two of the thickest and brightest pillars of light accurately enveloped the struggling Ah Yin and the heavily wounded Tang Hao.
"This is..."
Ah Yin only felt a warm, vast holy energy, filled with endless vitality and power, pour into her from her head and spread through her entire body. Her Blue Silver Emperor vines, which had been withered by Zhang Lexuan's moonlight, regained their vitality at a visible speed and began to grow wildly.
The color of the vines changed from blue-gold to a deeper hue, and a faint nine-colored halo appeared on their surface. Their toughness and the life force within them skyrocketed several times over. Her divine power, which had become shallow due to immense consumption, was like a dry riverbed meeting a torrential flood; it was instantly filled and continued to rise, breaking past its limits.
The quality and quantity of her divine power were undergoing an astonishing transformation.
"First-Class God... this is the feeling of touching the threshold of a First-Class God."
Shock crashed through Ah Yin's heart. She could clearly feel that under Ning Rongrong's disregard for the cost, her strength had temporarily broken the shackles of a Second-Class God and entered a brand new realm.
On the other side, Oscar also acted with extreme speed. Looking at the gasping Tang Hao, divine power surged as a special Big Recovery Sausage, golden and radiating thick life aura and majestic power, appeared in his hand.
"Uncle Hao, quickly."
His figure flickered, appearing beside Tang Hao and feeding the sausage directly into his mouth. The sausage melted instantly, turning into a stream of pure life energy and a flood of divine power that immediately repaired Tang Hao's damaged divine body and meridians.
Almost at the same time, Ning Rongrong's nine-colored divine light enveloped him as well.
"ROAR—!!!"
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