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

Chapter 230 Haotian Sect VS St. Freya Academy
The first to appear from the Haotian Sect was a young man with a head of yellow hair. He was slightly hunched over, and when he stood in the center of the arena, his eyes darted around, especially when he swept his gaze over Wang Dong'er, which was filled with a somewhat malicious look. His appearance did indeed exude an indescribable lewdness.

Wang Dong'er looked at the other party, somewhat surprised that it wasn't Tang Wutong who was going to perform.

Anyway, everyone else can live, but Tang Wutong must die.

After speaking, Wang Dong'er glanced at the Haotian Sect opposite her and smiled slightly.

"Both parties share the same name."

"Haotian Sect, Tang Ri."

"St. Freya Academy, Wang Dong'er"

Zheng Zhan waved his hand, and the simulated battlefield was activated.

【Lava Canyon No. 7526】

Beneath their feet lay scorching black basalt, with orange-red lava churning from its fissures. The rising heat, carrying a pungent sulfurous smell, distorted the air. On either side were steep cliffs, covered with sharp obsidian edges. Some rocks, long scorched by lava, had taken on an eerie dark red hue. Occasionally, hot boulders would tumble down from the cliff top, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

The rumbling sound of flowing lava could be faintly heard from the depths of the canyon. A lava river, about ten meters wide, stretched across the center of the area, with large boulders floating on its surface. The surface was covered with a thin layer of volcanic ash, and you could feel the scorching heat under your feet. Several natural caves were also scattered on the rock walls, their entrances shrouded in white steam, obscuring the interior but allowing you to feel the waves of heat emanating from within.

The entire canyon was shrouded in a dim red light, with simulated thick gray clouds overhead. Occasionally, a fiery red streak of light would pierce through the clouds, illuminating the dangerous lava world below.

Wang Dong'er was the first to release her martial soul, the Radiant Dragon God Butterfly.

Opposite them was the familiar Haotian Hammer.

Wang Dong'er held a sword in her hand, a two-handed sword with a total length of 2.1 meters. Three layers of light golden halo constantly surrounded the sword, which trembled slightly with the flow of soul power. Even when it was still, a faint "humming" sound could be heard, like the whisper of an angel.

He swiftly slashed at the opponent.

As soon as the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, a strong fluctuation of soul power immediately stirred up a small gust of wind around Tang Zhu.

He was instantly killed by Wang Dong'er.

Wang Dong'er said, "Next."

The next moment was Wang Dong'er's moment of instant victory.

Wang Dong'er then used a "second kill" tactic, and almost no one reacted the same way.

Wang Dong'er used all her strength in every move she made when fighting Tang Wutong.

After both sides exchanged names, Zheng Zhan waved his hand, creating a battlefield.

The moment the light curtain dissipated, the scene of [Valley of Heartbreak No. 580] unfolded before their eyes—a damp bluestone path stretched beneath their feet, dark green moss creeping through the cracks, making it slightly slippery. Steep cliffs rose on either side, covered with tangled ancient vines, interspersed with scattered small white flowers whose petals had a faint bluish edge and emitted a subtle, exotic fragrance.

A thin mist hangs in the depths of the canyon, through which a dilapidated stone pavilion can be vaguely seen. Faded characters are carved on the pillars, seemingly some ancient vow. A clear stream meanders through the canyon, its water icy cold, its bottom covered with smooth pebbles. A few emerald green lotus leaves float on the surface, but not a single lotus flower blooms.

Occasionally, one or two naturally formed grottoes can be seen on the rock face, with withered vines hanging at their entrances, rustling softly in the wind, like someone sighing softly. The canyon ceiling is obscured by a dense canopy of trees, with only scattered sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground that move slowly with the swaying branches. The entire canyon is eerily quiet, save for the babbling brook and the sound of the wind, and the faint, exotic fragrance in the air, which, if inhaled for too long, evokes a strange sense of melancholy.

The battle between Wang Dong'er and Tang Wutong immediately began.

The Radiant Dragon God Butterfly and the Sea God.

Wang Dong'er's first spirit ring lit up.

"The Blade of Light".

One golden blade after another slashed at Tang Wutong, radiating golden light.

"Stormy waves".

A golden wave surged towards the golden blade of light. The blade sliced ​​through the golden wave, cutting into Tang Wutong's skin and drawing blood.

"Wang Dong'er, you..."

"What, this isn't enough? Tang Wutong, I have nothing for you. The Valley of Heartbreak is quite suitable for someone like you. In the past life, that person's plan... but in this life..."

Wang Dong'er's voice was low and deep, so low that only Tang Wutong could hear it.

"I have extracted your soul fragment. As for what to do with it afterward, I have no way of knowing."

"You dare, Wang Dong'er, you bitch! You're nothing but a part of my body. Obediently following my orders is your only option."

Wang Dong'er's six wings unfurled, each feather flowing with intense golden light patterns. The light converged into a tangible form, like six suspended blades of light, dyeing the surrounding world with a dazzling golden radiance. The next moment, the six wings suddenly closed and then abruptly opened again, unleashing an extremely condensed golden shockwave from the center of the wings. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with fine streaks of light, and the originally dim space was instantly illuminated. A radiant light swept out like a tidal wave, even dyeing the distant clouds with a layer of brilliant gold, as if only this unstoppable stream of light remained in the world.

"Sea ripples!"

Tang Wutong's second spirit ring suddenly lit up. As the blue-purple light of the spirit ring flowed, the moisture in the surrounding air instantly gathered, forming a shield made of condensed seawater beside her. The surface of the shield rippled with layers of blue energy waves, like ripples on a calm sea. Each ripple contained a flexible defensive force, seemingly capable of deflecting most of the impact.

But can it really stop it?

Wang Dong'er's golden shockwave arrived like a thunderbolt, colliding violently with the blue shield. Contrary to expectations, the golden light pierced the ripples instantly like a sharp blade, and the blue energy on the shield's surface shattered like broken glass, producing a crisp cracking sound.

"puff--"

Tang Wutong felt an immense force slam into her chest, sending her flying backward like a kite with a broken string. She traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground dozens of meters away. She groaned, and bright red blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her clothes, creating a stark contrast with the blue fabric.

"Is that all? Tang Wutong, if this is all the strength you have, then it's time to end this."

"Fourth Soul Skill: Radiant Dragon Flame Burst".

Wang Dong'er leaped into the sky, her six wings flapping behind her, creating gusts of golden air. She clasped her hands together, and dozens of butterfly-shaped light orbs suddenly condensed in her palms. The orbs were entirely made of amber gold, with fiery orange-red patterns around their edges, a manifestation of the power of the Radiant Dragon Flame. As the wings flapped, they carried tiny sparks, like a swarm of flaming butterflies.

With a flick of her arm, the light bullet shot towards the target like a meteor.

"The Sea of ​​Annihilation!"

Tang Wutong struggled to her feet, slamming her trident into the ground. Her third spirit ring blazed, blue-gold light surging into the earth along the trident. In an instant, the ground cracked, and a massive amount of seawater gushed forth from the fissures, coalescing into a gigantic vortex tens of meters in diameter before her. At the center of the vortex was a bottomless azure, its edges churning with waves laden with white foam. The immense power of the water element created an invisible gravitational field, distorting even the air itself.

The butterfly-shaped light projectiles fired by Wang Dong'er were forcibly dragged into the vortex by the powerful water currents as soon as they touched its edge. The violent water pressure and water elements within the vortex instantly detonated all the light projectiles, creating a series of golden explosions inside the blue vortex. However, these explosions were engulfed and swallowed by layers of seawater, only creating brief golden ripples before being completely annihilated in the surging blue waves, without even a spark escaping the vortex.

"Is that all you've got?" Tang Wutong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with mockery, her tone full of stubborn resentment.

"Is that so? Tang Wutong, why don't you take a look at yourself?" Wang Dong'er's voice came from the air, carrying a hint of cold certainty.

Tang Wutong subconsciously looked down and saw that her clothes and arms were covered with many tiny golden specks of light—these were the light particles that had splashed out when the light bomb exploded earlier, and they were now wriggling like living things, emitting an increasingly scorching aura.

"Light God Dance Lion's right arm soul bone skill - Light Burst Technique!" As Wang Dong'er's voice fell, her six wings suddenly flapped.

In an instant, the light particles on Tang Wutong's body erupted! A blinding golden light exploded, forming a ball of light several meters in diameter. The shockwave sent her flying again, and the muffled sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard. Even more bizarrely, a faint golden-red flame was wrapped around the light of the explosion—that was the effect of Wang Dong'er's fourth soul skill. This flame was a holy golden-red, clinging to the enemy like a malignant sore, continuously burning Tang Wutong's body and soul power. Even the air was filled with the smell of burning and the scorching heat unique to light energy.

Tang Wutong cried out in pain amidst the light. When the flames subsided, she was kneeling on the ground. The sleeve of her right arm had been blown open, revealing skin covered with fine bloodstains. Along with her previously injured chest, she spat out another mouthful of blood, clearly indicating that she was seriously injured.

"Wang Dong'er, you're asking for death!" Tang Wutong suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot, and the pent-up anger and pain caused her to explode completely.

Her seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up, and a deep blue-gold light surged out of her body like a tide. Instantly, a phantom of a sea god, tens of meters tall, appeared behind her. The phantom was dressed in dark blue dragon-patterned armor, holding a golden trident. Its face was blurred but exuded majesty. Surrounded by surging seawater waves, it seemed as if the power of the entire ocean had gathered here.

Just as the phantom of the sea god solidified, a faint golden light flashed across its forehead, and a subtle divine sense quietly merged into it, adding an indescribable sense of holiness to the originally pure ocean aura. Even the surrounding seawater seemed to become more solid and oppressive.

(End of this chapter)