Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

The destructive power of a strength-type Soul Master is indeed strong. Even without fighting at full strength, all the trees in this grove were destroyed, with the vast majority reduced to fragments. Some unlucky ones, located at the core of the two combatants, were even reduced to dust.

thump!

Wounded all over and with his face swollen from being hit, Zhao Wuji collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, blood streaming from his nose.

"Do you understand now? The manipulation of power?" Tang Hao withdrew his martial spirit, his face neither flushed nor out of breath, his voice still indifferent.

"Thank you very much for your guidance, Your Majesty." Zhao Wuji wanted to get up to express his gratitude, but his injuries were quite severe, and he could only stand up with the help of Flander, who was watching the show from the side.

"Take good care of Tang San. If anything happens, Shrek Academy will have no reason to exist!" Tang Hao didn't even glance at the two of them before leaping up and disappearing into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

Watching Haotian Douluo depart into the distance, Zhao Wuji and Flander finally felt relieved. "Boss, you...you're not loyal!" Zhao Wuji, his face swollen and his words slurred, looked resentfully at Flander, who was supporting him, clearly dissatisfied with the latter's desertion at the last minute.

"Old Zhao, there's no point in having another one of me. His cultivation level is what it is, and I'm not Tang Shan, I can't challenge someone of a higher level. There's no need for another person to get beaten up. Besides, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be fooled by the beating you got from Haotian Douluo, you should have gained a lot of insights into power from it, right? Isn't this a clear case of fortune and misfortune being intertwined?" Flander said innocently in the face of Zhao Wuji's resentful gaze.

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he swallowed his words halfway through. As the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth, and some things are better left unsaid.

"Old Zhao, did I say something wrong? Why do you look like you want to say something but can't?" Even though Zhao Wuji's face was swollen like a pig's head, Flander still keenly noticed the subtle change in the other's expression.

"It's nothing." With his Soul Saint physique and the healing power of his own soul force, Zhao Wuji could now speak normally. As for what he wanted to say earlier, the risks involved were considerable, and he didn't want to get hit by the Haotian Hammer again.

During the brutal beating he was receiving from Haotian Douluo, Zhao Wuji discovered something utterly absurd—Tang Hao's control over his power seemed inferior to that of Tang Shan, whom he had fought years ago. Although there was a gap between him and Tang Shan, it wasn't significant.

At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been driven mad by the Clear Sky Hammer. That was the Clear Sky Douluo, renowned for his strength. How could he possibly be inferior to a Soul Master from several years ago in terms of power control? How could the difference between him and the other party in terms of power control be so small?

However, as the one-sided battle continued, Zhao Wuji's doubts grew stronger until they became the only answer: Haotian Douluo was nothing special!

These words were indeed somewhat arrogant, but Zhao Wuji, who had personally experienced the power of Tang Hao's hammer, was not just making things up. Tang Hao had very few advantages over him, except that he was stronger and had more soul power. As for the control of power, they were evenly matched and not significant.

This statement may seem somewhat Versailles-like, but Zhao Wuji is well aware that the difference between soul power and physical strength is ultimately a limitation of talent. If he also had the talent and background of Haotian Douluo, he might very well have achieved what the other party has today.

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao! Are you alright? Should we go check on you?" Flander's shout startled Zhao Wuji from his reverie. Before he knew it, the two men had arrived in front of his house.

"It's nothing, it's nothing! I was just recalling the battle just now." Zhao Wuji made up a reason to try and get away with it. He couldn't very well say: Haotian Douluo is nothing special.

How dare you utter such arrogant words? Aren't you afraid of being stabbed in the back and forced to commit suicide?

"It's good that you're alright." Flander breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when another problem arose.

Chapter 407 The Situation in the God Realm

"You're the Dean of Shrek Academy, right?" A calm voice came from behind. The hairs on the backs of Zhao Wuji and Flander stood up at the same time. The fact that one person could evade the perception of two Soul Saints showed that his strength was unfathomable.

The two turned around with difficulty, and what came into view was an old man with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a white robe. The robe was spotless, and he had a sharp and imposing aura about him. He was tall and straight, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and his eyes flashed with sword light as he opened and closed.

"May I ask who you are, senior?" Regardless of whether the other party was good or bad, he was definitely someone Shrek Academy couldn't afford to offend. Flander and Zhao Wuji bowed again with great respect.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Chen Xin!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin's gaze swept over the two of them for a moment before finally landing on Zhao Wuji's swollen face, a look of solemnity and brilliance flashing in his eyes.

He originally intended to visit Ning Rongrong and perhaps offer a reminder to the dean of Shrek Academy, but unexpectedly witnessed Haotian Douluo brutally beating up the Immovable King. Sword Douluo was initially quite surprised by Tang Hao's appearance, but after hearing the subsequent conversation and understanding the whole story, he was left with only regret.

Then why isn't Tang San a member of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? After all, he is Ning Rongrong's future classmate, and Chen Xin has some understanding of Tang San's situation. Combining Tang San's innate soul power, martial soul, parents' identities, and the Grandmaster's theory, he naturally deduced that Tang San has twin martial souls.

Unfortunately, the other party is the son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, and there is absolutely no way he could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, is Haotian Douluo's state a bit strange? It seems that even I, who am hiding in the shadows, have not noticed him?

Chen Xin frowned slightly, keeping his doubts to himself. The reappearance of Haotian Douluo on the continent was of great significance, and he needed to return to discuss with Ning Fengzhi to see how to proceed.

"So it is His Majesty Chen Xin who has graced us with his presence. May I ask what brings Your Majesty here?" Flander recalled the student whose martial soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and had a general idea of ​​what was going on. He wondered whether his luck in recruiting students this year was good or bad. A son of the Haotian Douluo, a little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Yu Tianheng, a core disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—it was truly a gathering of heroes.

"It's nothing, just came to say hello. Rongrong is studying at your academy, please take good care of her for me!" Chen Xin paused slightly: "You can give her some appropriate training. She is quite unruly in the sect. The reason her father and I sent her to your academy is because we value your unique teaching methods and hope to temper her temperament."

Seeing that they seemed to avoid being beaten this time, Flander and Zhao Wuji felt a little relieved and quickly agreed.

"Alright, I have other matters to attend to. If you have any needs, you can contact our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School directly." Sword Douluo did not linger. He activated his soul power, took off, and flew towards the interior of Shrek Academy.

He was so focused on Haotian Douluo that he didn't have time to look at Ning Rongrong. It wouldn't be too late to go and take a look before leaving.

Watching yet another Title Douluo depart, Zhao Wuji and Flander breathed a sigh of relief and, not minding the dirt on the ground, plopped down on the floor.

"Hiss! Boss, you know what we're doing? We actually ran into two Title Douluos in one night!" Zhao Wuji carefully touched the wound on his face and couldn't help but complain to Flander beside him.

"Not only is he a Title Douluo, but he's among the most powerful Title Douluos." Flander was also somewhat doubtful about life. First, it was Haotian Douluo, then Sword Douluo. Is this normal?

……

Sword Douluo Chen Xin floated above a wooden house, his sharp gaze piercing through the many obstacles, seeing everything in the room clearly.

At the same time, a flash of blood-red light appeared on Xiao Wu's forehead as she shared a room with Ning Rongrong, and the aura of the soul beast on her body instantly disappeared into her body.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin casually glanced at the still sleeping Xiao Wu, then his gaze fell on Ning Rongrong's serene face. His sharp gaze softened slightly: "Rongrong, don't blame us. The situation on the continent is turbulent. You must grow up as soon as possible. Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Gu can protect you for a while, but they can't protect you forever."

He let out a long sigh, gazing up at the vast starry sky. The night was deep, and suddenly, an unparalleled sharp sword aura burst forth from his body. He transformed into a dazzling sword light that tore through the night, piercing the clouds and reaching the ends of the earth in the blink of an eye.

……

Spirit world

As the Asura God, who was gradually relinquishing his power, sensed a slight change in his arrangements for Xiao Wu. He frowned and was about to investigate when he was abruptly interrupted by the roar of the God of Destruction.

"Shura! What are you dawdling about! Hand over all that information about non-divine beings right now!" The voice was like thunder, booming throughout the entire divine realm, and the anger within it was clearly audible to everyone.

The God of Asura shrank back somewhat guiltily, naturally knowing the reason for the God of Destruction's anger. To be honest, even he hadn't expected that not only he wanted to run away, but the two God-Kings of Good and Evil also wanted to flee; one can imagine how complicated the handover procedures would be.

Moreover, their successors are basically required to inherit the divine position after ten days in the divine realm and ten years in the mortal realm, so time is extremely tight.

The saying that a day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth refers to the difference in the rate of time flow, not that a year on earth is equal to a day in the divine realm.

In other words, he and the two god-kings had to complete the transfer of power within a dozen days, a process so tedious and complex it was practically hellish. If the God of Destruction hadn't been somewhat of a workaholic, the Asura God was genuinely afraid he would have given up.

"Destruction, calm down, I've brought the information, haven't I?" The Asura God strode into the God Realm Committee, tapped his forehead with his fingertip, and a golden light was drawn out and pushed in front of the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction, shrouded in a purple robe, stared intently at the God of Asura for a long time before finally raising his hand to take the golden light.

Facing the gaze of the God of Destruction, the God of Asura seemed oblivious, and said cheerfully, "Destruction, relax. After we leave, the God Realm will be your domain, and no one will interfere with your decisions."

His dark purple eyes flashed briefly before returning to silence: "Ha! If it's really as you say, then that's good. The God Realm's carrying capacity is about to reach its limit. I've asked the two God Kings to expand it several times, but they just won't allow it. I really don't know what they're thinking?"

"It's still a little short, isn't it? Once it reaches its full capacity, the two God-Kings certainly won't stop your expansion proposal anymore." The God of Asura chuckled, not dwelling on the topic. The two God-Kings, Good and Evil, were a cut above him, and he didn't want to get beaten up for no reason. The God of Destruction was simply stubborn, and the fact that he and the Goddess of Life were a married couple gave him the audacity to occasionally clash with the two God-Kings.

P.S.: Ahem, the update schedule is really hard for this humble author to explain, so I can only remain silent. However, the plot is progressing, and there's no filler content.

written request for leave

As the title says, I've used up all my leave slips for this month, and will update them normally from now on.

Chapter 408 Human-Faced Demon Spider

Hahahahaha!

A sudden burst of wild laughter shattered the morning's tranquility. Tang San, who had just finished cultivating with the Purple Demon Eye, frowned slightly and looked down. He saw his roommate, Oscar, whom he had only recently met, laughing wildly with an expression of undisguised smugness.

Tang San's furrowed brows relaxed as he sensed Oscar's still-unstable soul power aura: so he had broken through.

Tang San could accept it, but Flander, who had been on tenterhooks all night and barely rested, fearing something might happen again, couldn't. The door was pushed open with a bang, and his roar echoed throughout the village: "Little Ao, what are you laughing about so early in the morning!"

After a chaotic scene, the Shrek Seven Devils reunited on the open space where they had previously tested their skills. Yes, it was still the Shrek Seven Devils, missing Zhu Zhuqing but gaining Yu Tianheng; their overall strength had actually increased.

After getting to know each other, everyone's eyes were focused on Oscar, who had woken them up, and many people looked at him with resentment.

Seemingly sensing the dangerous situation he was in, Oscar blinked his charming eyes and readily raised his hands in surrender: "Dean, and fellow brothers and sisters, I have already broken through level 30."

"You've broken through to level 30!" Flander was somewhat surprised. Although he had already seen the monstrous Tang San who was 12 years old and level 30, it did not prevent him from being astonished by Oscar's cultivation speed. After all, the cultivation speed of a food-type martial soul was evident.

When Ning Rongrong heard Oscar's age and cultivation speed, she couldn't help but show a hint of shock on her face. No one knew better than her, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the cultivation speed that an auxiliary martial soul should have. Oscar's talent was unprecedented.

"Alright, now that Oscar and Xiao Wu have both reached level 30, let's prepare to go to the Star Dou Great Forest. We'll depart at noon. You can get to know each other and make some preparations first." Upon learning of Oscar's breakthrough in soul power, Flander was very happy. His resentment dissipated, and the fatigue from staying up all night disappeared. After giving a few simple instructions, he went to find the other teachers to prepare for the trip to the Star Dou Great Forest. This generation of Shrek Seven Devils was his core, and he was determined to nurture them well so that they could shine on the continent and live up to the name of "Shrek".

……

Gu Yue's long silver hair swayed gently as she yawned, raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes, and mumbled, "Tangshan, what are we having for breakfast?" Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of confusion.

Tang Shan couldn't help but gently stroke the girl's long silver hair, his tone somewhat helpless: "We are in the Star Dou Great Forest, Gu Yue, can't you show some respect for the Star Dou Great Forest? Don't just think about eating all day long."

"Okay, where shall we go for a stroll?" Gu Yue stood up, stretched, and displayed her perfect curves to Tang Shan without any hesitation. Tang Shan didn't stand on ceremony and, after feasting his eyes, began to prepare breakfast.

The firewood was gathered together, and Gu Yue flicked his finger, sending a small fireball shooting out from his fingertip and crashing into the pile of firewood. The fire blazed up in the next instant.

"Should we ask Xiong Jun and the others to help us search for the Titan Ape?" After summoning a ball of water elemental to wash up, Gu Yue wandered around Tang Shan listlessly and asked casually.

Washing up was merely a habit she had developed; with her body modified by the divine essence, being spotless and clean was a basic ability.

"No rush, let's search slowly." Tang Shan placed the hind leg of the boar-like soul beast that he had casually killed yesterday into a large iron pot, filled it with water, and placed it on the campfire, letting the flames lick the bottom of the pot.

"But didn't you say you hoped to compete as a Soul Saint in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament? There are only two years until the start of the tournament, is it too late?" Gu Yue sat cross-legged, her cheek gently resting against Tang Shan's shoulder, and asked softly.

Tang Shan took out some seasonings with his left hand and put them into the pot, while his right hand embraced the beauty's waist. His eyes softened and he said, "There's definitely no problem. Even if we don't consider the soul power boost from the Titan Giant Ape Soul Ring, I can still improve my cultivation by refining the Soul Ring base."

"Wouldn't that affect the power of the spirit ring?" Gu Yue asked, puzzled.

"It's alright. They're all ten-thousand-year soul rings, so the effects of their soul skills don't change much. Plus, all the soul skills I have are rule-based, so keeping them just over ten thousand years old is enough."

Over the years of cultivation, Tang Shan has used his self-control, bug-level soul skill, to allow all his soul rings to reach the ten-thousand-year limit. The effects of the soul skills have not changed much. The Dharma Image Heaven and Earth soul skill seems to be too heaven-defying. Even though the limit has increased from a thousand years to ten thousand years, it has only reduced the consumption of energy, and the effect itself has not changed.

Besides, don't you have the methods for enhancing soul bones? Increasing the age of a soul bone can't possibly not increase soul power, right?

Tang Shan gently pinched the girl's nose, which displeased Gu Yue. She revealed her pearly teeth and bit down on him, but for some reason, she ended up biting Tang Shan's lips, allowing him to taste the ambergris once again.

After breakfast, the two resumed their journey, strolling through the Starry Sky Forest, feeling exceptionally relaxed.

However, at crucial moments, there are always blind prey that come knocking. Just as the two stepped out of the continuous tree-lined corridor, a dark figure descended from the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent.

It was a giant spider, about half the size of an adult human, with a pale, grotesque face on its abdomen. Its eight long, slender legs resembled eight folded spears, which silently sank into the earth, making a slight corrosive sound.

With such distinctive features, Tang Shan recognized the soul beast at a glance. Wasn't it the Human-Faced Demon Spider, the soul beast destined by our great Sea God?

squeak!

The human-faced spider was exceptionally ferocious. It started by binding the two with a spider web, then raised its legs and stabbed them.

Based on our current location within the Starry Sky Forest...

Tang Shan's expression turned strange for a moment. Could this human-faced demon spider in front of him be the one that the protagonist encountered in the original story? Although he had some guesses, Tang Shan's hands were not slow. With perfect control of his body, he instantly unleashed his inner energy in his arms.

With a forward thrust of his arm and a gentle tear, Tang Shan easily broke through the Human-Faced Demon Spider's strongest control skill.

squeak!

The human-faced spider showed no sign of retreating, letting out another sharp screech. After all, it was followed by an even more terrifying being. Judging from its aura, the creature before it was much weaker than the one chasing it.

Seeing that the human-faced spider was so ungrateful, Tang Shan's eyes narrowed, his blood and qi surged instantly, his arms swelled, his muscles bulged, covered with dark blue-black gold, his palms were like fans, and his five fingers were as thick as carrots.

Clenching his fist, he unleashed a powerful punch! The air shattered instantly, and an invisible barrier materialized before Tang Shan's fist—the sound barrier!

Chapter 409 Seeking One's Own Death

"Show mercy!" Two aged voices boomed, containing a trace of sonic power. If an ordinary soul master heard these voices, they would most likely suffer serious injuries.