Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Even with the assistance of divine trials, a newly ascended Soul Master still needs a certain process to convert their Soul Power into Divine Power.

Without the replenishment of immortal spiritual power, even if one becomes a god, their body is still a human body, only slightly stronger than that of a level 99 Title Douluo.

This is why, although a newly formed divine soul ring looks very "beautiful," it does not transform into a divine halo because it lacks the nourishment of immortal spiritual power.

Only by possessing the divine halo can your divine position be truly deserved.

Only by going to the realm of gods can this final step be completed.

However, since the divine realm has granted a rule that a god can stay in the mortal world for a hundred years, it will not be stingy.

Although it can replenish some immortal spiritual power, it won't be much.

Of course, all of this is based on one premise—that your continent is still under the jurisdiction of the Douluo God Realm.

"It seems so."

Ma Hongjun just unleashed a few powerful moves; for someone who has already become a god, he only needs a little replenishment to finish things off. But now...
"What the hell!"

Dai Mubai's soul power is now beginning to convert into divine power. If he only uses soul power to replenish it, it will take forever.

Divine power and soul power are completely different things.

Should we tell Tang San?

Ma Hongjun acknowledged that Tang San was a teammate, but said that he wouldn't consider someone like Tang San as a brother.

The reason I'm helping Dai Mubai this time is simply because he's Boss Dai, nothing more.

"Let Tang San fight the Duke, we'll deal with the others."

They've come this far, there's no turning back. They can't restore their divine power, so do they think the other side can?
It's better to take a gamble.

Winning would be best, as it would also help Tang San resolve any future worries.

Even if they lose, then these brothers will have lived up to Tang San's brotherhood.

"can."

Dai Mubai nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's deal with the Spirit Hall people first."

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and prepared to face the tough battle ahead. At this moment, the battlefield was filled with pungent smoke and the smell of burning. The ground had been scorched into a wasteland by Ma Hongjun's phoenix flames, and the vegetation stretching for dozens of miles had been burned to ashes, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Tang San's aura was overwhelming, as if the power of heaven and earth were supporting him. Looking down at the mortals below, seeing the fear on their faces, he felt a surge of exhilarating dominance. A strong desire for revenge surged within him like a tidal wave, and the power granted to him by the Asura Godhood seemed to soar at this moment, filling his entire body with boundless fervor and fighting spirit.

"You bastards who aid and abet evil, today you'll all taste my power!" he roared, his voice like thunder, echoing in all directions.

"Whether it's Leosley or any of you, none of you can escape my pursuit." His gaze burned fiercely, as if an inextinguishable flame were burning within him. "All of this is for Xiaowu!"

Tang San's eyes turned blood red like flames, and the golden spirit rings on his body emitted a dazzling light, as brilliant as stars, illuminating everything around him. He felt his power constantly increasing, as if the world was cheering him on.

At this moment, Tang San was full of confidence, thinking to himself: I am probably the most powerful being in the world. One blow of my hammer is enough to shake the heavens and the earth!
A terrifying gust of wind suddenly arrived, and the Soul Masters of Wuhun City fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances. The enormous hammer shadow before them resembled a collapsing mountain, exuding overwhelming power that turned their faces pale and filled their hearts with boundless fear.

A terrifying wind pressure swept in, and the Soul Masters of Wuhun City stood atop the city walls, their faces ashen. The giant hammer seemed to descend from the sky, carrying the power to destroy everything, heading straight for Leosley.

The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the giant hammer and Leosley, waiting for what would happen next.

On the battlefield, the wind howled and dust billowed. The immense shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer enveloped the entire battlefield, like a mountain collapsing, carrying unparalleled power. Every grain of dust in the air trembled under the pressure, and even the distant trees bent and groaned under the weight.

Tang San's figure hovered high in the air, his arms bulging with muscles and veins, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands like a fallen star, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression. His eyes were sharp as knives, and a cold smile played on his lips, as if he could already see Leiosli reduced to dust under this hammer blow.

A fierce wind howled, dust swirled, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air. Leosley stood silently, his long black robes fluttering in the wind, the hem billowing up to reveal the cold chains at his waist, reflecting a faint glint. His figure was straight and composed, as if isolated from the surrounding chaos, existing in his own world. His deep eyes were utterly calm, gazing serenely ahead, as if nothing before him could shake his resolve.

Tang San stood high above, his arm muscles taut, the Clear Sky Hammer radiating a dazzling light: "Leosley, let's see how you take this blow!"

Tang San's voice boomed across the battlefield like thunder, carrying an unparalleled pressure. His eyes were sharp as knives, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he could already see Leiosli reduced to dust under this hammer blow.

Just as Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer was about to fall, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly froze. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the scene, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Tang San's eyes flashed with a crazed light, his arm muscles were taut to the limit, and the Clear Sky Hammer slammed down with destructive force.

"go to hell!"

However, just as the Clear Sky Hammer was less than a foot away from Leosley's head, a faint icy blue aura suddenly appeared around Leosley's body. The aura quickly spread, forming an invisible barrier that steadily blocked the Clear Sky Hammer's momentum.

The Haotian Hammer slammed heavily onto the ice-blue barrier, producing a dull thud, as if it had struck an indestructible iceberg. The immense impact caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently, even whipping up a gust of wind that forced the surrounding soldiers to retreat.

Tang San's arms trembled, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "Impossible... How could you possibly block my Clear Sky Hammer!"

Tang San's arms were almost numb from the violent tremors, sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his brows. His eyes were fixed on Leosley, his pupils filled with a mixture of shock and resentment, as if he couldn't accept the reality before him. The weight and power of the Clear Sky Hammer should have been unstoppable, yet it was easily neutralized by that thin layer of icy blue barrier.

His palms were already sweating, and his knuckles, gripping the Haotian Hammer, were white from excessive force. (End of Chapter)