Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

Chen Feng and Huo Yuhao walked slowly, step by step, their steps a little unsteady, but their steps were firm.

Just like three minutes ago when Tang San slowly walked towards Huo Yuhao in a desperate situation to take his life, the situation has now been completely reversed!

Layers of black and white chains had bound Tang San tightly to the ground, preventing him from moving even a finger. He could only watch as Huo Yuhao walked towards him step by step.

His murderous pupils reflected Huo Yuhao's weak appearance; Huo Yuhao was already standing in front of him.

The instinct in his brain to complete the task compels him to act, but the constraints on his body prevent him from doing so; he can only twitch and convulse as if stuck.

Her long, blue-gold hair rubbed against the altar, becoming as messy as a clump of weeds, with a few conspicuous specks of dust clinging to it.

The elegant and majestic Tang God King had a blank and murderous expression. Although the wounds on his body had healed under the effect of the Sea Sun, they still left behind bloodstains.

The blue outfit was badly damaged, making him look like a beggar.

The black and white chains tightened, suspending Tang San. His strength was constantly draining away, and his physical abilities were also declining. Tang San realized that he was in a bad situation, feeling like a disheveled prisoner.

But without consciousness, he could only think according to his instincts and had no idea what was about to happen.

A blade of ice formed from the condensation of ultimate ice appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand, its translucent edge flashing with a deadly arc of light, and it pressed against Tang San's face.

The sudden chill on his face calmed Tang San down a bit.

"I am the God-King Tang... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Yuhao made a cut with a blank expression, and a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wing was gently sliced ​​off.

The ice blade cut through Tang San's weakened body as easily as slicing tofu, and it felt great and was very stress-relieving. Before he knew it, Tang San had made seven or eight cuts with both his forehand and backhand.

The ice blades formed from the ultimate ice have another great advantage: they can stop bleeding and calm the nerves.

The moment the blood gushed out and the pain surged, the extreme cold froze the blood. That chill then approached the brain, and with a jolt, the sensation became even more pronounced. Even if I wanted to faint, I couldn't.

As the flesh beneath the ground gradually increased, Huo Yuhao laughed with satisfaction, a kind of smug satisfaction that came from finally getting revenge for a long-suppressed hatred.

"Tang San, you've finally met your match! Just wait, this is only the beginning. I will tear your physical body apart, and your soul will be tormented in flames for a thousand years!"

His voice was a little off-key because he was too excited, making Huo Yuhao sound more like a villain.

Chen Feng also noticed something amiss and blinked.

"You...know each other?"

Huo Yuhao then remembered that Chen Feng was standing next to him, and smiled at him apologetically.

The smile shifted to Chen Feng, instantly becoming gentle and innocent, completely devoid of the overwhelming resentment he felt towards Tang San, creating a striking contrast.

"To be honest, I have an irreconcilable hatred for this sea god. I was a bit out of line, please excuse me."

Huo Yuhao had already confessed, and Chen Feng pretended to be displeased.

"No wonder you were so decisive when I asked you to swear. I was wondering if you weren't afraid. Turns out you had already made up your mind!"

Having his clever trick exposed, Huo Yuhao lowered his head in embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong.

Fortunately, Chen Feng didn't care about these things and extended his palm towards Huo Yuhao.

"Alright, I don't care about your grudges. Anyway, whoever it is, as long as they're fighting the Sea God, I, Liangyi Chen, will definitely lend a hand! Give me a knife, I'll take a couple of strikes too."

He quickly handed over the ice blade in his hand. Huo Yuhao then conjured a new ice blade for himself. Chen Feng took it casually and deftly twirled it.

The two chuckled and began to apply the torture of being cut into a thousand pieces to Tang San.

The final blow was delivered by Huo Yuhao himself, severing Tang San's head. A flash of blue-gold light appeared, and Tang San, now severed in two and scattered in fragments, vanished instantly.

Without divine support, the space itself trembled, and everything before them began to crumble little by little.

Chen Feng casually tossed the ice blade aside, quickly crouched down, slapped the Yin-Yang Altar, and pulled Huo Yuhao into a blurry figure amidst the spinning altar.

The familiar Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire appeared before him. Huo Yuhao looked haggard. The series of battles had exhausted his energy and effort, especially the last battle, in which Tang San, with his divine power, was almost invincible.

Only the power of God can suppress and kill the gods.

The azure color had completely dissipated, and Chen Feng looked relaxed as he moved his arms and legs, though his body felt somewhat unreal.

However, the grand formation in the sky clearly relied on the immortal herb as its core, so it remained unaffected and continued to cover the entire valley as always.

"Young man, I admire you. You are worthy of my inheritance."

Chen Feng's words puzzled Huo Yuhao, who scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Haven't I already passed on the tradition? Why do I need your appreciation to receive it?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng, with a dark face, didn't make any big moves. He simply pushed out a palm, and Huo Yuhao was propelled towards Chen Feng by a gentle but irresistible force.

This move took Huo Yuhao by surprise. It had a sense of Yin and Yang, but also contained a peaceful power.

"W-what...what is this?"

Huo Yuhao was deeply moved.

Chen Feng proudly raised his chin, looked at the sky, and pretended to be an expert without saying a word.

Of course, Huo Yuhao had been dealing with Chen Feng for some time, and knowing his personality, he quickly flattered him.

"Master Chen, Immortal Master Chen! You are so magnanimous, please forgive me for questioning you. Just let me see for myself."

With his vanity satisfied, Chen Feng coughed lightly.

"You only passed through the lineage of the Yin-Yang God. This divine position has crossed planes, and many things have been destroyed. At most, you can only obtain the divine status and a portion of the power."

Taking a breath, Chen Feng continued.

"My legacy includes my understanding of Yin-Yang martial arts and my self-created Tai Chi method. Although it is only a concept, it is enough for you to use."

Huo Yuhao was deeply moved. He noticed Chen Feng's mention of dimensional travel and, combined with some previous clues, formed a conjecture in his mind.

"Are the Two Elements Gods from another dimension?"

Chen Feng patiently explained, raising his hand to send a spark of inspiration into Huo Yuhao's mind.

"Of course, it is often difficult for a god to find a successor in the same plane. Gods can travel between planes. If they are lazy, they will spread their legacy to various planes like dandelion seeds."

The vast amount of martial arts knowledge played back like a movie rewinding at dozens of times the speed, but it was only a glimpse of knowledge, not complete knowledge.

Even so, Huo Yuhao absorbed the energy for ten minutes, his head feeling swollen and bloated.

"Your mental strength is quite good, otherwise I would have had to instill it in you twice."

As soon as Huo Yuhao regained consciousness, he heard Chen Feng say from afar that he had gone to drink tea again sometime during the day, his expression lazy and casual.

Before Huo Yuhao could speak, he lost patience and casually pushed Huo Yuhao towards the Yin-Yang Stone Slab that had returned to normal.

"Go and accept your reward. My mission is complete. I won't say more; I need to save some strength to prepare a grand gift!"

The sound was faint and ethereal, and the light and shadow before Huo Yuhao's eyes had become somewhat blurred. He could only see Chen Feng, who was drinking tea, gradually turning into tiny specks of light and dissipating.

"If you don't inherit the position of the Two Elements God, remember to find me a suitable successor after you become a god."