Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 436 The Ultimate

Chapter 436 The Ultimate
After a long while, Tang Chen finally arrived in a hurry.

Seeing the projection of the Asura God's consciousness, it still stood defiantly in place, showing that even if a god were here, it would not be able to shed its pride.

"You want to pass on the Asura Godhood to Tang San?"

Anger flickered in his eyes: "Why?"

"Just now, I completed the Nine Trials of Asura. Now you're telling me I should pass on the divine position to him?"

—Hmph, the phantom of Asura is cold.

"Peerless Douluo, Your Majesty Haotian?"

"If you hadn't inherited the divine position, how could you have reached the position of Peerless Douluo?"

"You should learn to be grateful, instead of criticizing me here!"

The phantom's tone was indifferent and ruthless.

Passing on the Asura Godhood to someone else signifies a complete breakdown in relations between him and Tang Chen.

"A piece of trash with a shattered martial spirit, look at your incongruous physical body, how dare you covet the inheritance of a god king?"

"Tang Chen, your greatest role is to sacrifice your soul power and physical body as a peerless Douluo to Tang San so that he can prove his godhood."

After speaking, he launched the first attack.

Driven by willpower, the whistling sharpness pierced the air and aimed at Tang Chen's throat.

"do not want!"

"He is my grandfather!"

Tang San shouted anxiously.

He feigned reluctance, but he knew in his heart that only Tang Chen's death would be in his best interest.

In the original novel, Tang San "endured the pain" to accept the sacrifices of Xiao Wu, the Titan Giant Ape, and the Azure Bull Python, and vowed to avenge them.

——sonorous!
Something unexpected happened.

Perhaps the Asura Sword that howled in the wind was not as strong as Han Tao had imagined. Therefore, at this moment, the long blade was intercepted by the Vajra Hammer forged by the Haotian Sect.

"Hmph, the mantis is using its arms as a chariot!"

The killing intent and killing aura gathered once more, and this time the sharpness shattered the Vajra Hammer and even severed Tang Chen's finger bones.

Tang Chen let out a muffled groan.

He channeled his spiritual energy to wrap around his injured finger bones, but his broken fingers prevented him from lifting the Clear Sky Hammer.

"What kind of trash is this? How could it possibly withstand the sharpness of the Asura Sword?"

But suddenly
A cold smile suddenly appeared on Tang Chen's lips: "You want to kill me?"

"The divine artifact, the Asura Sword?"

"That sounds nice, but it's really just extreme strength. If my Clear Sky Hammer hadn't been damaged, how could you have hurt me?"

"Besides, with your body formed from murderous intent, how much of the divine power can you withstand?"

The Asura Demon Sword and the Trident of the Sea God are both ultimate forms of magic.

Under heaven, only the combination of the sea god, the angel, and the Netherworld White Tiger can attain divine status.

The Acacia Heartbreak Red and the Tower of Dimensions are exceptions among exceptions.

"A futile struggle!"

The phantom of Asura gave a disdainful smile.

Tang Chen spoke faster, his eyes gleaming with arrogance, showing no regret whatsoever for his own life.

"Besides."

"The consciousness residing within a martial spirit incurs a loss to the soul every time it draws upon its power."

The Serpent Spear Douluo looked slightly puzzled.

He glanced at Liu Erlong and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the point of saying all this?"

"He's calling for help!"

"what?"

"Isn't Tang Chen already the strongest in the world? Who can be his ally?"

Liu Erlong uttered two words calmly: Han Tao!
Yu Xiaogang asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Having lost his martial spirit, His Majesty Haotian is no longer a threat to Han Tao."

"Han Tao does not want Tang Chen to inherit the God of Asura, nor does he want Tang San to inherit the God of Asura. Neither of these possibilities is in his best interest."

"So, what does Han Tao want?"

Everyone was silent.

No one could guess Han Tao's intentions, or even what kind of leverage Han Tao possessed.

"I want the Asura Sword to shatter!"

Located in the abyss, in a silent and safe place, gazing up at the blue silver.

—Suddenly, the boundless tremors deep within the earth's veins, and the tornadoes within the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, resonated and interacted.

"Sword Douluo, how many more materials are needed to reforge the Seven Kill Sword?"

"Still a long way off!"

"What if we add the Asura Sword?"

"almost."

With a heart full of worldly desires, I look up at the sky.

Beyond the soil, all was darkness, and he could see nothing.

Even observing the surrounding terrain relies on the sensitivity of a Title Douluo.

"This is."

Tang Chen suddenly laughed.

It was not a laughing matter; in fact, it was extremely bleak, because making this decision meant that he had completely lost the possibility of inheriting the divine position.

Looking out to the horizon, there is a surging sea, and an old friend is waiting for his return.

"I might have to break my promise!"

Immersed in grief for a long time, when he raised his head again.

His eyes were filled with frost.

"do you know?"

"The Clear Sky Hammer is nothing more than an ultimate martial soul, and one that is known for its sturdiness!"

The Asura God's consciousness projection, high above, saw Tang Chen's posture before his departure and lost some of its elegance.

Arrogant, yet puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Even the Haotian Hammer, known for its sturdiness, couldn't withstand Han Tao's resonance. How could your Shura Sword possibly withstand it?"

The projected consciousness mocked, as composed as a powerful figure: "Absurd!"

"How laughable you are! You call yourself a peerless Douluo, yet you use the level of a Soul Master to measure the power of a god?"

Having said that, I cautiously looked at the wind flowing beneath the surface.

Traveling across the world at incredible speed, his tone arrogant: "Han Tao's offensive?"

"The prerequisite for unleashing destructive power is hitting the target. The Asura Sword is not your damn Clear Sky Hammer. How could Han Tao possibly hit me?"

A violent tornado is spreading.
Compared to the speed of the Asura Sword, the speed of the ley lines and the tornado was far too slow; they couldn't catch up with its exhaust fumes at all.

"is it?"

A noble woman slowly emerged from outside the Sunset Forest.

Elegant, composed, and confident, holding a wine glass and a scepter, her gentle features obscure her emotions.

"You are."

"The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!"

Yu Xiaogang truly didn't understand why she was here, especially at such a crucial moment.

Snapped!Snapped!
With a gentle clap of his hands, two figures darted out from the dense forest.

"The Asura God is the natural enemy of the Rakshasa."

"Han Tao has been preparing for a very long time to encircle and annihilate you."

Gently brushing against the ten-thousand-year soul ring of the "Dark Blue Silver Grass," Bibi Dong smiled sweetly: "The ultimate demonic spider venom is truly a fine bait."

It has been a very, very long time.
The titled Douluo who had not appeared was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who suddenly stood proudly above the Shura Sword.

"His indestructible body nearly killed Chrysanthemum Douluo, but the power of the Nine-Hearted Begonia is greater than death!"

Han Tao glanced at her gently and smiled wistfully.

Beneath the gloom, Ye Lingling's gaze was devoid of any thought.

"what?"

"I am a projection of the gods. How dare you presume to defeat them!"

The Asura God projected into his mind, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

Since Tang Chen woke up, he has never heard any more information about Chrysanthemum Douluo. He is a forgotten Title Douluo.

"The Extraordinary Heavenly Chrysanthemum, the Ultimate Martial Soul!"

"Moreover, this place is the eye of both ice and fire."

Moon Gate and Ghostly Spirit stood up one after the other.

The position is just right, forming an angle that surrounds the Asura Sword.

The rhythmic wind, the surging air currents, and the rolling forward time, like a frozen scene, surge relentlessly towards the Asura Sword.