Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 205 The Light of the Sea God
The one-minute break passed in the blink of an eye. At Zheng Zhan's command, the seven disciples of the Flame Prison Sect stepped onto the stage. The soul power fluctuations on their bodies were filled with suppressed anger, and each of their faces was filled with grief and indignation. They had obviously transformed their anger at their injured comrades into fighting spirit, displaying an attitude of "a desperate army will surely win," and their eyes were fixed on the Haotian Sect team opposite them.

On the Clear Sky Sect's side, Tang Wutong walked at the forefront without hesitation, her long pinkish-blue hair fluttering slightly in the wind, her face still bearing that indifferent expression, as if the conflict had never occurred. Behind her, six Soul Masters dressed in Clear Sky Sect attire stood in neat rows.

The two teams faced off dozens of meters apart. One side exuded a fiery, indignant aura, while the other radiated a calm yet domineering hammer intent. Invisible sparks seemed to ignite in the air. The battle hadn't even begun, yet the tension already permeated the entire arena. "Both sides step back and prepare for the match," Zheng Zhan announced, his figure suddenly rising into the air. His hands formed hand seals, and the simulated battlefield's light screen lit up once more. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, his gaze fixed intently on the two players in the arena, especially Tang Wutong, whom he was particularly vigilant about—her sudden attack had forced him to be on high alert.

The words "Random Area" appeared on the light screen: "[Taishan No. 4506]".

Amidst the swirling light, disciples from the Flame Prison Sect and the Clear Sky Sect were teleported to the battlefield. This time, Zheng Zhan also stepped into the simulated space along with the light. He hovered in mid-air, his divine sense spreading out to envelop the entire battlefield—he had to personally oversee the operation and absolutely could not allow Tang Wutong to overstep her bounds again.

Within the battlefield, the scene resembled Mount Tai. The majestic mountains stretched endlessly, with jagged rocks, ancient trees reaching for the sky, and clouds swirling among them, exuding a heavy and imposing aura. Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect trod upon the hard rocks, their Clear Sky Hammers striking the stones with dull thuds; the seven members of the Flame Prison Sect stood on a slope, the aura of their fiery martial spirits mingling with the mountain's heat, their eyes filled with even deeper grief and indignation.

As soon as the whistle blew for the team battle, the seven Soul Masters of the Flame Prison Sect shouted in unison, instantly unleashing their Flame Martial Souls. In an instant, seven Flame Beast Shadows of different shapes appeared behind them, and scorching waves of heat swept out, baking the surrounding air to a boiling point.

However, they did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, they quickly closed in, forming a tight triangular formation. At the forefront was their captain, Yan Yalong. Behind him, the six team members' soul power resonated with each other, their fiery auras intertwining. Clearly, they intended to compensate for the difference in individual strength with teamwork. Their eyes were filled with a resolute determination to fight a common enemy, their gazes fixed on the Clear Sky Sect team led by Tang Wutong. "Tang Wutong, try this move!" Yan Yalong roared, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

As his words fell, the seven members of the Flame Prison Sect simultaneously unleashed their martial souls to their fullest potential. The light of the fiery beast shadows grew even more intense, and the seven powerful soul energies converged into a torrent. They began chanting ancient incantations, each syllable carrying the heat of scorching air.

"【A Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire】!"

"【World-Burning Heavenly Fire】!"

"【Build a Blazing Flame】!"

"【The Path of Divine Flame】!"

"[Heavenly Flame and Earthly Fire]!"

"[Fire is our ancestor]!"

As the last syllable fell, Yan Yalong suddenly raised his hand and pointed it directly at Tang Wutong, roaring out the final incantation with all his might: "[I will judge you—the God of Fire descends!]!"

In an instant, the combined fiery soul power of the seven people suddenly erupted, condensing into a huge phantom above their heads—a fire god clad in flaming armor and wielding a burning spear, surrounded by heat waves capable of incinerating everything, his eyes majestic and furious, as if he were truly a god who wields fire, descending to completely purify the enemies before him.

As soon as the phantom of the God of Fire appeared, the temperature of the entire Mount Tai battlefield soared. Rocks began to melt, vegetation withered instantly, and even the moisture in the air evaporated. A destructive aura pressed down on the Haotian Sect members. Of the seven from the Yanyu Sect, their captain, Yan Yalong, was already a Soul Saint, while the other six were Soul Emperors. At this moment, their soul power merged, their martial souls resonated, and with the added boost of their fluid combination technique, the power they unleashed far exceeded the sum of their individual strengths.

The condensed divine power of the flames continued to rise, and the intense heat even faintly revealed the oppressive feeling of a Soul Douluo level. In a very short time, it even rushed towards the level of a Title Douluo. The seven people worked together and used a combination technique to leverage power far beyond their own realm. The entire Mount Tai battlefield trembled violently because of this power, as if it would be completely burned apart in the next second.

Zheng Zhan, who was suspended in mid-air, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He could clearly sense the terror of this power. He subconsciously turned his gaze to Tang Wutong and was secretly shocked: This Yanyu Sect actually has such a domineering combination technique. Its power has probably reached the level of a Title Douluo. Even a Title Douluo would have to temporarily avoid its edge!

Tang Wutong held the Trident of Poseidon firmly in her hand. Although this weapon was modeled after her father's Trident of Poseidon, it also contained the essence of the Poseidon's inheritance. The power it contained was something that a Title Douluo could not contend with.

"Alright, then let me show you the power of the ocean." Her tone was calm, but her eyes suddenly sharpened.

Before the words were even finished, the Trident of Poseidon suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, and boundless divine power surged forth from its shaft, instantly sweeping across the heavens and earth. The originally gloomy sky was dyed into a golden ocean, with illusory images of rolling waves appearing in the clouds, as if the entire firmament had transformed into an endless sea. Immediately afterward, a beam of Poseidon's light, condensed to its ultimate form, shot out from the tip of the trident. The golden light, like a pillar, carried the supreme pressure of the ruler of the ocean, piercing through the scorching air and shooting directly towards the seven members of the Flame Prison Sect and the illusory image of the Fire God. Wherever the beam of light passed, even the flames emanating from the Fire God seemed to be frozen, and the intense heat in the air was instantly replaced by a vast coolness. "Ah—!" "Young Sect Master, be careful—!"

A series of shrill screams and exclamations rang out simultaneously. Zheng Zhan abruptly lowered his head, his pupils suddenly contracting. The scene before him made his eyes widen in horror, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Although the light of the sea god was barely blocked for a moment by the attack of the phantom of the fire god, the golden afterglow that exploded spread like a tide, transforming into countless golden water spheres that shot densely towards the seven members of the Flame Prison Sect. Each water sphere contained terrifying explosive power, causing the air to hum uncontrollably even before it got close.

The six Soul Emperors were like fragile porcelain before this all-out attack, which was almost like divine punishment. The golden water sphere exploded with a deafening roar, and the violent power instantly engulfed their figures. Blood and fragments of shattered martial souls flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the six were blown to pieces, leaving not even a trace of their lives. Their martial souls and lives disappeared completely, as if they had never existed.

"Shh-!"

Zheng Zhan's figure swooped down like lightning. Almost the instant the aftershocks of the explosion spread, he suddenly activated the level-nine soul tool "Unbreakable Shield" at his waist. A thick, earth-yellow light shield suddenly unfolded, enveloping Yan Yalong's mangled body and barely blocking the aftershocks of the explosion, which were powerful enough to tear everything apart.

As the light shield dissipated, Zheng Zhan scooped Yan Yalong into his arms. The boy was covered in blood, barely breathing, and his once-intact legs had been completely destroyed in the impact, leaving only gruesome wounds gushing blood. He was clearly severely injured and not far from death.

Zheng Zhan's hands trembled, not from fear, but from extreme rage. He looked up at Tang Wutong, his eyes blazing with fury: "Tang Wutong! Do you really think this arena is your execution ground?!" With a wave of his hand, Zheng Zhan forcibly shut down the simulated battlefield. In a flash of light, the only survivor, Tang Wutong, and the heavily injured Yan Yalong were teleported back to the arena.

"Shrek! You've killed seven people! That's outrageous!" Zheng Zhan's voice was hoarse with anger, and the veins on his red neck bulged.

He had been a referee his whole life and had never suffered such a humiliation, watching helplessly as a team battle turned into a one-sided massacre, his lifelong reputation almost ruined.

He stared intently at Tang Wutong, the rage in his chest almost bursting through the shackles of reason. If it weren't for the last shred of sobriety reminding him not to attack a competitor on the field, he probably would have already charged forward without a second thought. The surrounding air seemed to freeze under this fury; everyone was silent, watching Zheng Zhan's crazed state, then looking at the calm Tang Wutong, their hearts pounding in their throats.

"Hmph, you're an incompetent referee, yet you dare to blame others. The Sun Moon Empire has such a despicable style!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out, and golden light soul power surged like a tide. Yan Shaozhe's figure appeared out of thin air in front of Tang Wutong. His eyes swept coldly over Zheng Zhan, and his tone was full of undisguised sarcasm.

Almost simultaneously, the tenth elder of the Haotian Sect also slowly stepped out, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yan Shaozhe, protecting Tang Wutong behind him. He glanced at the dying Yan Yalong on the ground and sneered, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Anyone who doesn't know better would think that it's your Sun Moon Empire's emperor who died."

"You—!" Zheng Zhan was nearly choked by the two's coordinated attack. His chest heaved violently, and his hand pointing at them trembled as he angrily shouted, "You're not competing at all, you're committing malicious murder! You're trampling on the rules of the arena and treating human life as nothing. Aren't you afraid of being condemned by all the Soul Masters in the world?!"

"Old Zheng."

Just as tensions were rising in the arena, Xu Tianzhen's calm voice came from the high platform.

Zheng Zhan turned his head upon hearing the voice and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Kong Deming, who was standing to the side, immediately spoke up, his tone tinged with helplessness: "That's enough. As the hosts, we've done our duty. There's no point in arguing with these lunatics. Let's take them away to get their injuries treated first."

Zheng Zhan looked down at the dying Yan Yalong in his arms, then glanced at the other disciples who were already lifeless on the ground. His brows furrowed. He glared fiercely at Yan Shaozhe and the tenth elder of Haotian Sect, his anger almost burning out, but he managed to suppress it. He turned around with Yan Yalong in his arms and quickly returned to the Yanyu Sect's location.

(End of this chapter)