Creation and inheritance—generally speaking, the ones who walk further and reach higher are always the creators.
Of course, this is not absolute.
For example, Sea God Poseidon: the divine position he created was far inferior to the strength Tang San later achieved after inheriting it. That had to do with Tang San's cultivation and development afterward.
But such cases, where the successor surpasses the creator, are rare exceptions.
And whatever Tang San had done in the past, overall, he could indeed be called dazzling and extraordinary!
At this moment, however, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue could not be compared to Tang San at all.
Under Chen Feng's sword strike—imbued with both the judgmental might unique to the Shura God and the overwhelming sword intent of the Seven Kill Sword, combined with the essence of Shura's dominion over slaughter—his attack power had reached an unimaginable height.
Even with the Rakshasa God and Angel God joining forces, they could not withstand Chen Feng's onslaught. The Shura Seven Kill Sword cleaved through, and their souls and bodies alike were nearly split apart!
"Damn it! Why—why is he so much stronger than us, even though we all just inherited our god positions?" Qian Renxue wiped the golden blood from the corner of her lips. The blood fused into the Angelic Sacred Sword, causing its blazing aura to surge higher, like adding fuel to a raging fire.
Yet, within the Shura God's domain, everything was useless. The two god-level opponents were suppressed completely; even their domains were restricted to a tiny space.
"Retreat!"
Bibi Dong's decision was swift and ruthless. As long as one survived, there would always be another chance. She immediately flashed away to flee.
Qian Renxue hesitated for only a moment before choosing the opposite direction to escape.
On Jialing Pass, all the soldiers were dumbstruck.
Two supreme god-level beings—facing one god against two—and yet the side with the absolute advantage was fleeing?!
Chen Feng soared into the sky. Enormous sword wings unfurled from his back, and he hovered like a divine bird.
Scarlet light spread outward, dyeing half the heavens blood-red. His figure streaked forward, chasing directly after Bibi Dong.
Compared to Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong was far more ruthless and venomous—she absolutely could not be allowed time to recover and grow stronger.
In the sky, a clash of purple and crimson light surged endlessly.
Both sides possessed god-level soul bones; after becoming gods, their speed was equally terrifying. The only real difference lay in Chen Feng's soul power, which was far more profound, and in the fact that his Nine Shadows of the Divine Dragon technique had reached perfection. That was why he kept closing the distance between himself and Bibi Dong.
Just then, a sense of danger suddenly rose in Chen Feng's heart.
Ahead, Bibi Dong also seemed to sense it. Her Rakshasa Scythe abruptly reversed direction, slashing dozens of strikes back toward Chen Feng.
Chen Feng did not falter. With casual sweeps of the Shura Seven Kill Sword, he deflected every attack, dissolving them as if they were nothing more than illusions.
By now, however, Chen Feng had already been prepared.
The void cracked open. A surge of azure divine power rippled forth, accompanied by a crushing weight and a whistling gale.
The Sea God's Trident appeared!
"Clang!"
The Shura Seven Kill Sword clashed head-on with the Sea God's Trident—Chen Feng's true, first confrontation with Tang San, the Sea God.
The immense force made his sword tremble violently, but as a reforged divine weapon, it recovered almost instantly.
Chen Feng was pushed back thousands of meters. He raised his head, gazing at the new arrival.
Unlike Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, Tang San's state was extremely strange.
By all logic, as an eighty-seventh-rank Spirit Douluo, there was no way Tang San could have ascended to godhood so quickly. Yet here he was, clad in the Sea God's Armor, wielding the Sea God's Trident, joining the battlefield—and even forcing Chen Feng back a great distance.
"Should I call you Tang San… or Sea God Tang San?"
Chen Feng's eyes gleamed, piercing through all falsehoods. He saw the truth of this unnatural state.
From within the armor, Tang San's voice spoke coldly: "Does it make a difference?"
"Of course it does!"
Chen Feng sneered, pointing the Shura Sword straight at him. "You—one of the God Realm's enforcers, Sea God Tang San—you actually descended into the past world, attempting to alter its fate. Did you think I wouldn't see it?"
The Tang San of this world was merely an eighty-seventh-rank Spirit Douluo. Even with the Sea God's inheritance, he couldn't have become a god in such a short time.
This was the Sea God Tang San of the future world. He had paid some tremendous price to transmit his divine power and divine sense back into the past, possessing his younger self.
That was the secret of the Sea God's descent!
Sea God Tang San's expression remained cold. He had crossed time itself, and the price he had paid was unimaginable. Lifting his Trident, he retorted harshly:
"Enough nonsense! If not for the first-generation Shura God conspiring with you to reforge the Shura God position, draining the future Shura God's strength, how would I have been forced to pay this terrible price to descend here?!"
"It was the Shura God who interfered first!"
He was seething. He had long sensed something wrong within the God Realm, yet no matter how he searched, he could not discover which god was meddling.
Only now did he realize—the first Shura God had sacrificed everything, casting his power back into the distant past, reshaping the divine position to interfere with Tang San's destiny.
Sea God Tang San nearly coughed blood from fury. But he had to admit—the first Shura God was truly ruthless.
Such a sacrifice meant the first Shura God would vanish forever after reforging the god position.
That was also why Tang San hadn't dared to attempt such a thing himself—the price was simply too great. No god in the realm would ever risk it… unless they no longer cared about living.
Silently, Qian Renxue descended once more.
Now, three gods surrounded Chen Feng from three directions.
Sea God Tang San's face was hidden behind a mist, indistinct. Pointing his Trident toward Chen Feng, he said coldly to his two temporary allies:
"I can only unleash three divine skills in this state. After three strikes, I will be expelled by the rules of time. You must attack with all your strength—we must finish Chen Feng within three moves!"
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue both nodded. Though confused by this Sea God's sudden appearance and why he bore Tang San's voice, they welcomed the aid. It was their only chance to turn the tables.
"Boom!"
Chen Feng strode forward, one against three—yet his momentum was even stronger than all of them combined.
"There's no need for three moves. One strike is enough to end you all."
His words were cold, cutting.
"Arrogant!" Sea God Tang San roared.
But Chen Feng only smiled disdainfully. Behind him, the Shura Seven Kill Sword flared to life.
"—Clang!"
"Self-created Divine Skill: Final Judgment—Twilight of the Gods!"
Chen Feng's power surged to its absolute peak. In that instant, all his soul rings fused.
A black sun rose over the world.
"Not good! This is the fusion of his power with the first Shura God's! I am only a fragment of the future's power sent here—I can't withstand it!" Sea God Tang San recoiled in horror.
Bibi Dong's eyes filled with despair. She screamed, "No way back—attack together!"
"BOOM—!"
A massive mushroom cloud erupted over the mountain range.
A second sun seemed to have appeared in the world. Its blinding light was unbearable, even for Titled Douluo to look upon.
It was like the end of the world. The earth split, storms ravaged everything, and cities crumbled into ruins.
No one knew how long the devastation lasted.
At last, the blue, purple, and golden radiance faded away.
Only a single ordinary figure remained, walking forward with ease, with joy in his eyes.
On the battlefield of Jialing Pass, that figure alone seemed the one and only master of heaven and earth.
Crown Prince Xue Beng fought to suppress his ecstasy, raising his arm with all his strength, shouting with all his soul:
"This battle—victory is ours! Long live the Shura God!"
The End.