Chapter 48: Sea God Descends

Although he's not a Super Douluo, Old Xuan knows that this terrifying, chilling aura is definitely that of an Evil Soul Master, and his strength cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

The elder's gaze was sharp, threads of killing intent spilling from the corners of his eyes.

"Hmph, it looks like you belong to the Holy Spirit Sect," he said. After all, on the continent the only force capable of possessing a title‑Douluo‑rank Evil Soul Master is the mysterious Holy Spirit Sect.

"Taotie Douluo, the three of us brothers don't consider ourselves your match, but holding you back is no problem.

We have no intention of opposing Slake Academy; why not stay here for now, what do you think?" the leader stepped forward and said.

He was naturally aware of the Taotie Douluo's reputation; even with three of them, it would be hard to gain an advantage.

"Hmph, since you don't wish to be our enemy, why are you still capturing my student?" Old Xuan, burning with anger, replied, "If that's the case, then fight! I want to see what the Holy Spirit Sect is capable of!"

With that, Old Xuan surged toward the three like a cannonball.

……

On the other side.

In front of a mysterious altar stood about ten silhouettes; the leader was a middle‑aged man with a huge scar across his face and a vicious gleam in his eyes.

The Death Envoy approached him, knelt, and said, "Lord, I have brought it!"

Dao Ba Lian nodded, his hoarse voice rasping, "Very well, go ahead. As long as the great achievement is completed, I won't shortchange you."

"Yes! Yes!" the Death Envoy exclaimed joyfully, hurriedly kowtowed several times before descending satisfied.

Dao Ba Lian flicked his right hand, and Su Yun Tian's body instantly floated, landing precisely at the very center of the altar.

"Begin," Dao Ba Lian ordered. Nine spirit rings rose beneath his feet, and the others beside him each released their martial souls.

Then the black crystals placed around melted quickly, strands of black light slowly seeping into Su Yun Tian's body.

Su Yun Tian was bewildered—what the heck was this?

He could clearly feel that the black light did no harm; on the contrary, his Six-winged Angel seemed to be undergoing some change.

Fury, ferocity, coldness, viciousness—various negative energies accompanied the black object as it vanished, merging into Su Yun Tian's body.

"Ah—!"

Suddenly a stabbing pain surged to his mind, as if someone were drilling his skull with an electric drill, causing Su Yun Tian excruciating agony.

At this point he realized his martial soul seemed to be changing; the once‑holy aura had faded, and the light and fire elements were gradually disappearing.

Within the Spirit Sea, the previously worried Qian Renxue suddenly noticed that her recently stabilized remnant soul seemed affected, becoming increasingly ethereal.

The holy aura inside the Spirit Sea also vanished, replaced by endless chill, and the sky was tinged with a dark crimson glow.

"I'm doomed, my body…" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with obvious panic; if this last strand of remnant soul vanished, she would truly be dead!

Su Yun Tian also felt it, but he was powerless; even he could not resist at this moment.

His limbs felt as if they were severed, utterly unable to move.

【Ding! System hereby grants Qian Renxue a chance to purchase a body! Required points: 100000!】

"Whoa! System, I love you!" hearing the system's voice, Su Yun Tian was instantly delighted. Though 100,000 points hurt a bit, he thought the resurrection would surely reward plenty of points later, right?

"Purchase!" As soon as the words left his mouth, a burst of golden light enveloped Qian Renxue within the Spirit Sea, solidifying her body, which then emerged directly from the Spirit Sea.

However, she did not appear at the original spot; Su Yun Tian was unsure exactly where.

"System, what should we do now?" Su Yun Tian asked again.

【Return to host: cancel the shield against the Divine Realm, and simply release the Sea God Martial Soul!】

Hearing this, Su Yun Tian was stunned, but there was no time for further thought; he could only gamble on a desperate remedy.

Then, with a thought, his once‑snow‑white hair gradually turned water‑blue, and his bright eyes became blue.

A blue figure appeared behind Su Yun Tian, dozens of meters away!

He wielded a blue‑gold trident that glittered, and eight blue‑gold wings sprouted from his back; his appearance was exceedingly handsome.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.

Watching the crystal ball in his hand that represented Huo Yuhao's fortune dim continuously, Tang San grew increasingly angry.

"Damn! Who has lowered the Fortune Child's fate! You already have a death path!"

At this moment Tang San was in a very bad mood; not long ago the Douluo plane seemed shrouded in a veil of mist, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not observe the Douluo Continent.

Now he was surprised to find that the mist over the Douluo Continent seemed to have vanished!

Seeing this, Tang San hurriedly employed a portion of his divine sense to observe Huo Yuhao's situation, only to be astonished to discover a presence on the Douluo Continent with the same aura as his own!

"Hm? How could this be? Why does the Douluo Continent have a Sea God Martial Soul?"

Tang San was stunned; he knew Divine‑level martial souls were extremely rare, even in his era there were only two.

Only the Six-winged Angel of the Spirit Hall could inherit them, because their ancestors became the Angel God and passed it down.

And the Sea God Martial Soul, unless bestowed by himself, could not logically awaken on its own!

However, he quickly came to terms, sneering, "Very well, since this Fortune Child is about to be wasted, I'll cultivate another."

With that, he began scanning the Douluo plane; soon his brows knit tightly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"How dare you! To strike at someone the Divine King favors, you already have a death path!"

Then he swiftly scanned the surroundings, ensured no one was near, snapped his fingers, and a blue ray shot straight toward the Douluo Continent.

……

Above the altar, thunder roared suddenly, and faintly a crack appeared in the sky.

Immediately, two massive hands emerged from the fissure, bracing it and forcefully pushing outward.

"La cha!"

In an instant, the owner of those massive hands revealed his true face.

It was a figure hundreds of meters tall, standing in the void, eight wings sprouting from its back, a handsome visage, water‑blue hair flowing to the waist, and a faint golden trident mark on its forehead.

The most striking feature was its pale‑blue eyes, as deep as the sea, entrancing beyond escape.

In its right hand it grasped a golden trident longer than its own height, a gem set at its center emitting an uncanny halo.

Although this is only a wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness, its strength already surpasses the scope of a 99‑level Ultimate Douluo.

A terrifying pressure swept the entire arena; it was not soul power, but divine power above it!

The instant Tang San's divine consciousness descended, every soul master on the continent clearly felt their own soul power become somewhat chaotic.

(End of Chapter)