Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Poseidon hadn't expected Tang San and Xiao Wu to get involved, and she certainly hadn't expected Tang Wulin to stand so firmly on Qian Renxue's side.

“Young Master, do you know what you’re saying?” Poseidon’s voice trembled with suppressed emotion. “The Angelic Armor is of paramount importance to Seagod Island; this is a decision made jointly by the Elders. As the young master of Seagod Island, how dare you stand on the side of the enemy?”

Tang Wulin gripped the Golden Dragon Spear tightly, his golden armor reflecting a resolute light in the sunlight: "High Priest, I am not on either side. But Renxue is my wife, and I promised to protect her. Moreover—" He turned to look at Bibi Dong, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes, "I also heard what Senior Bibi Dong just said. The understanding of power should not be about plunder and conquest, but about comprehension and integration. Seagod Island already possesses the Seagod's legacy, why must it seize the Angelic Armor?"

"What do you know!" Poseidon shouted sternly. "The power of the Sea God is restricted on the continent; this is an inherent flaw in the divine position! If it is not corrected, the status of Seagod Island on the continent will never be comparable to that of the Spirit Hall at its peak! Do you think we are willing to take such a risk? This is for the future of Seagod Island!"

"The future?" Bibi Dong, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. Her voice remained calm, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. "Is it worth it to seize someone else's legacy in exchange for the future?"

She took a step forward, and the wind in the entire space seemed to freeze.

“Poseidon, you just asked me if we still wanted to fight?” Bibi Dong’s gaze swept over the six people from Seagod Island. “Now, let me ask you a different question—can you still fight?”

Before he finished speaking, the five titled Douluos behind Poseidon almost simultaneously groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Their bodies were now covered with fine blue patterns—marks left by the Law of Wind within them. During the battle, every attack from Bibi Dong had silently penetrated their defenses, eroding their meridians and the flow of their soul power.

"You...when did you..." The Douluo with the injured left arm looked in horror at the blue lines spreading across his arm.

“Starting with the first wind blade,” Bibi Dong said calmly, “you thought you had blocked the surface attack, but you didn’t know that the power of the law had already seeped in. Now, with just a thought, the wind imprints in your bodies will explode, and your meridians will be shattered, and your cultivation will be completely ruined.”

Poseidon's face turned ashen. She tried to use the power of the sea god to dispel the marks on her companions, but found that the flow of soul power within her body was also sluggish—she had been invaded without her noticing!

"You...you are so cruel!" one of the retainers gritted his teeth.

"Ruthless?" Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, as if she had heard something amusing. "You six peak Douluo, ambushing a junior who has just broken through to the God level and is in an unstable state, is that not ruthless? You wanted to seize her inheritance and sever her foundation, is that not ruthless? I was just leaving the enemy with a little lesson, and that makes me ruthless?"

With each word she spoke, her voice grew colder, until finally, the temperature across the entire plain seemed to drop several degrees.

“Senior Bibi Dong,” Tang Wulin said, forcing himself to speak, “could you spare them this time for my sake? I guarantee that Seagod Island will not have any further designs on the Angelic Armor.”

Bibi Dong looked at Tang Wulin, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning to Qian Renxue behind him. Qian Renxue had caught her breath and was barely able to stand with Dai Chengfeng's support, her golden eyes flashing with complex light.

"Xue'er, what do you think?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time. She could feel the gazes directed at her by the people of Seagod Island—a gaze filled with pleading, resentment, humiliation, and despair.

Finally, she slowly exhaled: "Let them go."

"Xue'er!" Tang Wulin looked at her with surprise. Qian Renxue shook her head, a trace of weariness in her golden eyes: "I'm not being merciful, I just don't want to become like them. Plunder, killing, hatred... that's enough. The inheritance of Seagod Island was given by the Seagod, and the Angelic Armor was left to me by the Angel God. Each should follow its own path and should not encroach on each other's territory."

She looked at Poseidon, her voice soft yet clear to everyone: "High Priest, go back. Tell the elders of Seagod Island that I will not hand over the Angelic Armor, but if Seagod Island faces a real crisis in the future, I am willing to help once in my personal capacity—this is for Wu Lin's sake, and also for the fact that the Seagod and the Angel God once belonged to the same divine realm. But if there is a next time..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the cold glint in her eyes said it all.

Poseidon opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only bowing deeply—not as a sign of submission, but as a sign of respect for Qian Renxue's magnanimity.

"Disperse." Bibi Dong uttered a single word.

The cyan patterns within the six people from Poseidon Island rapidly faded, and the omnipresent sense of oppression also disappeared. But everyone knew that the scene from just now was deeply imprinted in their souls—faced with a true master of the laws, numbers, formations, and even the blessing of gods all seemed so pale and powerless.

"Thank you for sparing our lives," Poseidon said bitterly, then turned and left with the five Title Douluos. Their shadows stretched long in the setting sun, carrying an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Only after the figures of the people from Poseidon Island had completely disappeared into the horizon did Bibi Dong slowly turn around and look at Qian Renxue.

“You’re too soft-hearted,” she said calmly.

"I just didn't want to put Wu Lin in a difficult position," Qian Renxue said softly.

Tang Wulin stepped forward and gently took her hand: "I'm sorry, Xue'er, I'm late. Father and Mother are indeed on their way, but they will need a little more time. I sensed your aura fluctuations first, so I rushed over immediately."

"Aunt and Uncle are coming?" Qian Renxue asked, somewhat surprised.

Tang Wulin nodded, his expression solemn: "The aura of the Angel God has revived, and the entire God Realm has sensed it. Father said that this may involve some ancient secrets, and he must come and investigate in person."

Just then, two vast auras suddenly appeared in the distance, one as blue as the sea and the other as pink as cherry blossoms, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

"They're here." Tang Wulin released his grip.

A few breaths later, two figures descended upon the plain. The one on the left wore a blue robe, with a handsome and refined face, and eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea; the one on the right wore a pink dress, with an exquisite face, and eyes that were lively and gentle.

It was Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"Father, Mother," Tang Wulin stepped forward and bowed.

Tang San nodded, but his gaze immediately fell on Bibi Dong. Their eyes met in mid-air, and the atmosphere in the entire space instantly became subtle. (End of Chapter)