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

Chapter 231 Tang San is crippled
Wang Dong'er's anger surged, and she cursed inwardly, "Shameless!" but her eyes blazed with even fiercer fighting spirit.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Dragon Dance True Form!"

With a light touch of her toes, she shot towards the sky like an arrow, her soul power surging. Her familiar Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul underwent a dramatic transformation in the light, its gentle aura replaced by domineering power—the form of the Light Dragon God Butterfly was revealed, beautiful yet aggressive, its temperament completely different.

The original blue-gold butterfly wings shed their old appearance, transforming into dazzling, multicolored wings with streamlined contours that combined power and beauty. A soft yet radiant light burst forth from her body, and the forewings split in two, becoming two pairs of wings, while the hindwings naturally slid downwards, making room for the new form. Even more breathtakingly, the butterfly wings continued to extend and transform within the light, their edges revealing dragon-scale-like patterns, gradually taking the shape of small dragon wings. Finally, the six golden, radiant dragon wings fully unfolded, spreading out in the void like a deity descending, possessing both the agility of butterfly wings and the majesty of dragon wings.

The six dragon wings are distinct in color, with a bright blue glow near the back, gradually turning into a dazzling gold along the wingspan towards the edge. The wavy wing edges shimmer with a hazy golden light, and each flap brings up a whistling energy flow.

Her stunning beauty remained unchanged, but her long, pinkish-blue hair seemed to have been infused with new life. Each strand was crystal clear, as if sculpted from crystal, and the flowing pinkish-blue halo resembled a dreamlike neon light. As her six dragon wings fully unfurled, her figure suddenly grew slightly taller. Her slender body was enveloped in a seven-colored radiance, and fine, multicolored dragon scales spread from her feet to her chin. Only her head remained unchanged, but it now sported a strangely shaped headband—in the center of the headband, a lifelike golden dragon head adorned with a pair of small butterfly wings on each side, adding to its sacredness and domineering aura.

Wang Dong'er conjured a golden longbow in her hand, turning the sky golden. An arrow shot out swiftly, its target not Tang Wutong, but the sea god's consciousness.

They directly extinguished the divine consciousness.

Wang Dong'er flapped her six wings, and golden light suddenly gathered in her palm, conjuring a golden longbow flowing with radiant dragon flames. The moment the longbow was drawn, the light energy of heaven and earth surged wildly into it, even dyeing the sky a dazzling gold, as if the entire firmament had transformed into her quiver.

Her gaze locked onto the golden light on the forehead of the Sea God's phantom behind Tang Wutong. The moment she released her fingers, an arrow condensed from pure light power shot out—the arrow was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, so fast that it left only a golden afterimage. Its target was not Tang Wutong's real body, but the divine consciousness hidden in the Sea God's true form.

"laugh!"

The arrow pierced the illusory image of the sea god with pinpoint accuracy, colliding violently with that wisp of divine consciousness. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint sound of annihilation. The golden light representing the sea god's consciousness melted away instantly, like thin ice scorched by the blazing sun, leaving not a trace. Without the support of divine consciousness, the illusory image of the sea god's majesty weakened slightly, and the surrounding seawater rippled with momentary disorder.

On the other side, amidst the chaotic currents of the Forbidden Land of Gods, the heavily injured Tang San swayed, coughing up a mouthful of golden divine blood that splattered onto the black rocks beneath his feet, instantly being swallowed up. The light representing his divine consciousness between his brows dimmed slightly, and a flash of intense pain and astonishment crossed his eyes—the wisp of divine consciousness he had left on Wu Tong had been completely annihilated.

"Heh, looks like your little troubles are quite significant, Tang San." The Golden Dragon King opposite him let out a low, menacing roar. His massive body was covered in dazzling golden dragon scales, each scale shimmering with an aura of destruction. "You can't even care about your daughter anymore? Get up! I haven't had my fill yet, prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, the Golden Dragon King stomped the ground, causing the entire Forbidden Land to tremble violently. A thick pillar of golden dragon energy, carrying the power to destroy everything, slammed down towards Tang San. Tang San struggled to raise his right hand, which was wrapped in Blue Silver Emperor magic. The blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet, but his eyes regained their cold sharpness.

But before the Golden Dragon King's destructive power arrived, Tang San's figure suddenly faded away, disappearing without a trace like a water droplet merging into the air, leaving only a faint wisp of divine power fluctuations remaining in the original spot.

"Hmph, escaped?" The Golden Dragon King sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his golden vertical pupils. He then turned to a certain spot in the void, his voice spreading with the tremor of dragon might, "Yin, he's most likely heading your way. Don't let him have it too easy. Give this Asura God a proper 'welcome' for me."

"In the core area of ​​the Starry Sky Forest, towering ancient trees block out the sun, and a faint dragon's might is mixed in with the rich life force."

Tang San's figure appeared out of thin air on an open ground. He staggered when he landed, his face as pale as paper, but a near-mad smile appeared on his lips, and his divine power surged around him in an extremely unstable manner.

"I, Tang San, am finally free!" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with suppressed ferocity, his voice carrying a cold resolve, "All of you have a way to die!"

"is it?"

A clear, cold sound, like jade striking against jade, rang out from behind, carrying a hint of mockery.

Tang San whirled around and saw a figure standing motionless on a giant tree branch not far away—long silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, the ends shimmering with a faint starlight. She wore a divine outfit that shimmered with seven-colored light, each piece of armor seemingly forged from fragments of starlight, outlining a delicate yet majestic silhouette. It was none other than the Dragon God Gu Yuena. "It seems you and Jin are having a good time." Gu Yuena lightly stepped down from the branch, her bare feet landing on the soft moss. She looked calmly at Tang San, but her eyes held complex emotions—the pride of a dragon, and a hint of unspoken scrutiny.

Just as Tang San was about to speak, a golden afterimage streaked across the sky like lightning. The massive body of the Golden Holy Dragon King, carrying immense dragon might, swooped down, its giant claws tearing through the air with a force that precisely gripped Tang San's shoulder—the claws didn't pierce his flesh, but they released a heavy suppressive force, instantly imprisoning the divine power surging within him.

"boom!"

Tang San was abruptly pulled from mid-air and slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The Golden Holy Dragon King looked down at him, his golden vertical pupils filled with arrogance and majesty, and shouted in a deep voice: "Insolence! Who gave you permission to speak to the Dragon God in the sky? Before the Dragon God, you are only fit to grovel!"

With a slight exertion of the giant claw, Tang San felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if his bones were about to crack. His recently stabilized blood and qi surged again, and a trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Gu Yuena stood to the side, her expression unchanged, simply watching quietly.

A young man clad in bluish-gray dragon scale armor slowly stepped out, his body surrounded by an aura as heavy as a mountain. He was none other than the Mountain Dragon King in human form. His gaze fell on Tang San, who was being pressed to the ground by the Golden Holy Dragon King. He bowed slightly, paid his respects to Gu Yuena, and asked in a deep voice, "Dragon God, what should be done with this person?" "Cripple his divine position."

Gu Yuena's voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of pressure that penetrated the soul, and each word was like a heavy hammer falling on the hearts of the dragon kings.

She slowly stepped forward, her long silver hair swaying gently with each step, her colorful divine attire shimmering and shifting in the light and shadow of the forest. Wherever she passed, the Golden Holy Dragon King, the Mountain Dragon King, and all the other dragon kings instinctively stepped aside, automatically making way for her, even deliberately lowering their breathing, their eyes filled with awe—an absolute submission to the dragon god that stemmed from the depths of their blood.

Standing before Tang San, Gu Yuena stopped, looking down at him with a calm, unwavering gaze, as if examining an insignificant object. She extended her right hand, a wisp of seven-colored divine power swirling around her fingertips. The power appeared gentle, yet contained a terrifying might capable of dismantling any divine power structure, and she slowly probed towards Tang San's brow.

A resolute unwillingness flashed in Tang San's eyes. Despite being held down by the Golden Holy Dragon King, he still used his remaining spiritual power to activate the Asura Divine Power deep within his soul. The dark red light representing slaughter and judgment suddenly shone, breaking free from the dragon power that Gu Yuena was about to touch his brow. It transformed into a stream of light that broke through the sky and instantly disappeared beyond the clouds of the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Hmm?" Gu Yuena paused slightly, but did not follow. She looked at Tang San's face, which had turned as pale as paper from the forced stripping of his divine position, and the Seven-Colored Dragon Power surged into his brow without hesitation.

"puff--"

Tang San let out a painful groan. The golden divine power belonging to the Sea God within him collapsed like a burst dam, and his divine core shattered inch by inch under the crushing force of the dragon. He could clearly feel his connection to the God Realm being completely severed. His immense divine power was draining away at a visible speed, and even his bones and meridians felt as if they were being emptied out. In just a few breaths, the Sea God, who had once shaken the God Realm, collapsed to the ground like a mortal, without even the strength to lift a finger.

Gu Yuena's gaze turned toward the direction where the Asura God's position had disappeared. The light of the seven-colored divine armor shimmered in her eyes, and her tone carried a hint of cold mockery: "That direction is the Sun and Moon Empire."

She lowered her head, her gaze returning to Tang San, who was slumped on the ground. Her voice was calm, yet each word was like a knife: "The things you did in the God Realm, the blood debt you owe the Dragon Clan, and your attempt to interfere with the mortal realm with your divine sense just now... Now that you've fallen into my hands, we'll have to settle this score properly."

Gu Yuena raised her hand and waved it lightly. The ground suddenly trembled, and a jet-black stone pillar covered with dragon patterns rose from the soil. The pillar was surrounded by a dark purple energy halo and exuded an aura that imprisoned the soul.

"Om-"

A powerful suction force suddenly erupted from the top of the stone pillar, drawing Tang San's body uncontrollably towards it, his back pressed heavily against the pillar wall. The dragon patterns seemed to come alive, instantly spreading across his entire body, binding him tightly like chains, rendering even his fingertips immobile. Even more bizarrely, wisps of colorful mist emanated from where the pillar touched his skin, seemingly slowly seeping into and merging with his body, making it impossible for him to even muster the thought of mobilizing his remaining divine power.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with humiliation and anger, but he could only watch helplessly as he was completely imprisoned by this mysterious stone pillar and became a prisoner.

(End of this chapter)