On the opposite side of the battlefield, Chen Yi, wielding the Thunder Mace, had already gained an overwhelming advantage against the combined assault of the four Sea God Island Guardians. With every swing of the thunder mace, his movements were grand and powerful—imbued with the terrifying might of heavenly lightning and earthly flames. Each strike altered the colors of the wind and clouds, sending resonating thunderclaps rolling through the sky.
"Take this!"
A tall and thin Guardian, whose martial spirit resembled a gigantic iron trident, saw an opening and mercilessly stabbed at Chen Yi's back. Yet, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, Chen Yi swung his club horizontally without even turning around, unleashing a torrent of lightning.
CLANG!!
In the deafening clash of metal, the Iron Trident Guardian was blasted backward by an irresistible force amalgamated with paralyzing lightning, sent flying uncontrollably with blood spilling from his mouth.
Two other Guardians, one with a ferocious Bloodthirsty Shark martial spirit and the other with the formidable defensive Deep Sea Turtle martial spirit, leapt at Chen Yi from both sides to contain him after seeing their comrade injured. The Shark King's vicious teeth slashed and shattered, spawning a bloody storm, while the Turtle King rushed forward, using his back as a shield and emanating powerful soul energy from his thick shell.
Chen Yi's expression didn't change. He simply swung his thunder mace from side to side, sending two condensed thunder dragons roaring forth.
BOOM! BOOM!
On the left, the thunder dragon clashed with the shark avatar. The bloodthirsty shark let out a pained shriek and was almost instantly obliterated and torn apart by the lightning. The Shark King screamed and retreated, his body scorched black.
On the right, the thunder dragon struck the Black Turtle's shield. Even a barrier capable of withstanding the full power of a titled Douluo trembled and cracked. The Turtle King's face paled as he was forced backward repeatedly, blood surging within him.
The fourth Guardian's martial spirit was the rare and highly poisonous Sea Urchin, his body covered in sinister blue venomous spikes. As soon as Chen Yi repelled the other two, this Guardian suddenly leapt high, curling into a ball and raining thousands of poisonous spikes like a blossoming pear flower, covering a vast area. Each spike contained enough venom to paralyze even a titled Douluo's nerves.
Chen Yi neither dodged nor tried to defend with his thunder mace. He simply glanced up, purple lightning flashing in his eyes.
A delicate electric net rose around him, and the moment the poison quills touched it, they were instantly vaporized by an annihilating force, leaving not a single trace of poisonous smoke.
At that instant, Chen Yi stepped forward and, as if teleporting, appeared right in the Sea Urchin King's path. He raised the thunder mace high, then smashed it down with a thunderous roar!
"No!"
The Sea Urchin King's pupils shrank as he frantically gathered his spikes overhead to form a defensive shield.
BANG! CRACK!
The thunder mace came down, shattering the spiked shield instantly before smashing through the spikes on his back. Sparks and lightning exploded as the Sea Urchin King was slammed into the ground like a meteor, forming a deep crater. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his shell shattered, most spikes broke off, and his aura instantly faded.
In just a few breaths, all four titled Douluo-level Guardians of Sea God Island were defeated—one seriously injured, three forced to retreat. They regrouped, glaring anxiously at the figure in purple, holding the mace with a stern expression. Their eyes brimmed with shock and disbelief. This young man's soul power was clearly only at the Soul Sage level, yet his true combat power far surpassed the usual pinnacle Douluo.
His body was virtually indestructible; even their full-powered attacks left him untouched.
Moreover, for sea spirit users, being far from the ocean severely diminished their strength. Facing a monster like Chen Yi, they were left utterly helpless—a threat in name only.
Meanwhile, the Guardian of Seagulls, who was fighting Qian Renxue, was grumbling angrily.
On land, she had only a slight advantage in aerial mobility, but Qian Renxue, despite merely being at the Soul Douluo level, possessed astonishing combat prowess. She thought, even in her home ocean, she might not prevail over this woman.
As she lost focus for an instant, a dazzling arc of sword light slipped skillfully through her guard, its tip piercing straight toward her!
SIZZLE—!
The Seagull King felt cold on her right arm, then searing pain as a deep sword wound nearly severed it to the bone. Golden flames wrapped around the wound, burning through her soul power and flesh alike.
"Damn it! Can't any of you come help?!"
The Seagull King roared at the four companions being pinned by Chen Yi, even as she endured the pain.
But each of the four Guardians was desperate, struggling only to protect themselves from Chen Yi's intensifying assault. None had the strength left to rescue her.
At that instant, a terrifying magical power, enough to change the very color of heaven and earth, burst forth from the main battlefield.
Everyone—Chen Yi, Qian Renxue, the fighting Guardians—felt an involuntary chill and unconsciously glanced that way.
Standing proudly in the depths of a ruined pit was Tang Chen. His body was covered in cracks, his aura waning, but in his hand, he grasped a giant sword glowing dark red.
"The Asura Demon Sword!"
Chen Yi suddenly narrowed his eyes, recognizing this infamous divine weapon of the God Realm.
Almost simultaneously, from the opposite side, Bo Saixi—who faced Qian Daoliu—let out a deep breath, clenched her hands, and a sacred, majestic blue light burst from her body, instantly manifesting a grand golden trident.
Golden ripples flowed down the halberd, radiating a holy and vast presence—utterly different from the carnage and destruction of the Asura Demon Sword, but equally soul-chilling.
The treasured artifact of Bo Saixi—the Sea God Trident!
Empowered by the trident's aura, Bo Saixi swept forth, fiercely thrusting at the descending white holy sword of Qian Daoliu.
CRASH!!!
Qian Daoliu let out a muffled groan and was hurled dozens of meters back, even his white sacrificial flames flickering with the impact.
Below, the five Guardians of Sea God Island, clinging desperately to life, gazed at the golden trident with fanatic devotion. That weapon was the supreme icon of faith in every sea soul master's heart!
Although blown back by the artifact's power, Qian Daoliu managed to stabilize himself midair. He glanced coldly at the golden trident in Bo Saixi's hand, then at Tang Chen's Asura Demon Sword—but his face showed little surprise. Dismissing his radiant angel sword phantom, he turned his gaze to the depths of the Spirit Hall, toward its majestic chapel.
CLANG—
A clear, beautiful sword cry echoed from the furthest chapel, reverberating across the sky.
In the next moment, a radiant golden light shot up from the chapel and landed instantly in Qian Daoliu's hand.
As the light faded, an elegant, ancient long sword appeared in his palm: the Angel Sword—a sacred heirloom passed down through the generations of the Angel Clan of Spirit Hall.
Holding the divine sword, Qian Daoliu's aura melded seamlessly with the blade itself, exuding ancient majesty. His gaze locked onto Bo Saixi as his figure transformed into golden lightning and struck once more, slashing at Bo Saixi with the angel sword.
Bo Saixi entered a state of utmost seriousness, fully activating the Sea God Trident and unleashing blue divine power towards the incoming golden sword light!
CRASH—!
A clash of divine weapons! The sound transcended worlds, golden and blue lights violently intertwined, erasing each other. The impact sent shockwaves tearing through the sky, as if the heavens themselves were riven apart.
But as a result, Bo Saixi's expression transformed drastically.
Her hand trembled, her tiger's grip split open, and the golden light of the trident flickered violently. She stumbled back several steps from the force, while Qian Daoliu merely paused for a moment before advancing once more!
"How can this be?!" Bo Saixi quaked with terror. How could the golden trident, itself a divine artifact, lose in a direct contest?!
Qian Daoliu's lips curled into a cold sneer as he relentlessly pressed his advantage. The Angel Sword split into countless golden afterimages, enveloping Bo Saixi.
"Trying to challenge the Angel Sword with a broken core?"
For the Trident's core—the Sea God's Heart—was already taken by Chen Yi. Without its heart, the trident's power was drastically reduced and could not display its true might.
Qian Daoliu said no more. Each swing of his blade was filled with decisive sharpness. Bo Saixi could only grit her teeth and parry in panic, her trident defending just enough for her to endure, but she was clearly at a dire disadvantage.
Meanwhile, Tang Chen, wielding the Asura Demon Sword, felt his strength soar. Although his physical condition was dire, the artifact's boost temporarily suppressed his internal collapse and granted him strength far surpassing before.
"If, before dying, I can take down two peerlessly strong titled Douluo, it will be worth it!"
Tang Chen's face twisted with a wicked smile as he slashed down with the Asura Demon Sword. Blood-red sword light, carrying the will to destroy all gods and demons, thundered toward Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder.
The power of such an artifact is beyond mortal reach! Even ones as powerful as Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder dared not meet this angry slash head-on. They hastily dodged and shielded themselves, forced to retreat over a hundred meters by the shockwaves, shaken to their core.
"Sect Master! Grand Elder!" Chen Yi, watching from a distance, snapped his gaze over.
He understood that even if Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder didn't fear Tang Chen, it would still cost them dearly to overcome a dying demigod wielding a supreme artifact—they might be mortally wounded or even killed.
No more delay!
Chen Yi's mind raced, resolve gleaming in his eyes. He knocked the Shark King away, clearing the field in one strike.
At the same time, his seventh spirit ring suddenly shone with dazzling light.
"Thunder God's True Form!"
BOOM!
All the lightning elements in the world seemed to answer an ultimate summoning, converging in a torrent.
Bathed in brilliant golden-purple lightning, Chen Yi grew taller and larger, instantly transforming into a giant of thunder.
But as he unleashed his martial spirit's true form, he closed his eyes, focused entirely, and fully awakened the power of the Thunder God within his bloodline.
BUZZ—!
A vast divine force beyond human realms stirred within Chen Yi. Brilliant violet-gold lightning burst from his chest.
To everyone's astonishment, two beams of light shot forth from his chest, like ancient thunder dragons breaking free from their bindings, and floated before him.
Those… were a pair of maces!
Their entire length exuded a noble violet-gold. Their ancient, majestic design was inscribed with mystical, unpredictable thunder runes, which now absorbed and released the thunder of heaven and earth, letting out deep, joyful humming sounds.
The connection between them and Chen Yi was so close it was as if they were extensions of his very being.
This was Thunder God's supreme artifact—the Twin Thunder Maces—which had long been infused with his bloodline.
Chen Yi stretched out a massive, thunder-wreathed hand, gently stroking the two floating maces. From within, he felt the intimate warmth and overwhelming strength, and he seemed to smile from the corners of his thunderous mouth.
At once, he turned his gaze to Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder, who were clashing with Tang Chen and the Asura Sword, and roared with a peal of thunder.
"Sect Master! Grand Elder!"
Before he finished, the twin thunder maces before him suddenly transformed into violet-gold bolts of lightning and tore through space, streaking across the battlefield toward Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder.
The grand elder's eyes flashed with sharp brilliance, reacting in an instant. Against the next blood-red slash from Tang Chen, he first unleashed an invisible mental attack laced with divine essence, targeting Tang Chen's soul directly.
"Ugh!" Tang Chen's already unstable spirit staggered, and his sword attack slowed almost imperceptibly. Seizing this instant, Chu Shanhe let out a low roar, pushing his blood to the boiling point and slamming a fist into the side of the Asura Demon Sword, which Tang Chen hastily blocked.
CLANG!!
With a booming echo, Tang Chen's arm vibrated violently, and he and his sword were sent flying by the shock.
At that exact moment, two streaks of violet-gold light appeared as Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder each reached out and firmly grasped the incoming thunder maces.
The moment they touched the maces, an indescribably vast, holy power surged into their bodies. This was a force far greater than anything they'd ever known, making even Chu Shanhe and the Grand Elder's hearts quake.
Moreover, the affinity for these thunder maces, inherited through Chen Yi's bloodline, allowed them to quickly adapt to the incredible power.
This—this was the power of a true god!
Violet-gold lightning erupted from the maces, illuminating half the sky, momentarily overshadowing the blood-red glow of the Asura Demon Sword in Tang Chen's hand.
"Tang Chen! Prepare to die!"
Chu Shanhe's voice rang out like a bell, while the Grand Elder's eyes were as cold as ice. Together, powered by the thunder god's might, they swung the thunder maces fiercely at Tang Chen, whose face changed dramatically.
Artifact versus artifact!
The final showdown had reached its most intense and radiant climax!
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