Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

The sacred laws of the golden angels and the killing laws of the blood-red Asuras collided, intertwined, annihilated, and erupted violently.

In mid-air, golden and crimson divine light tore through the void, turbulent currents raged wildly, and the aftershocks of shattered laws swept outwards in layers.

With a single strike, it annihilated the material layer, stirred the energy layer, shook the spiritual layer, trembled the will layer, and triggered the law layer!

The high-altitude clouds were instantly cleared for hundreds of miles, and violent energy ripples swept in all directions.

The changing colors of heaven and earth, the shaking of the earth and mountains, are merely appearances.

The real clash between the two went far beyond what was visible to the naked eye.

The four spectators below were completely captivated by this epic duel.

Poseidon's gaze was fixed on the sky, his mind a jumble of emotions.

She was the only person who had witnessed their youthful glory firsthand, and knew best just how terrifying their background was.

Back then, the two were already the two pinnacles of the mainland, neck and neck.

Now, decades later, both of them have entered the ultimate realm of demigods, one wielding the righteous path of the angels of light, and the other wielding the ultimate killing power in the world.

Divinity and Asura, judgment and slaughter, invincibility in the sky and unparalleled power on the earth—two diametrically opposed supreme forces collide head-on.

Watching the two figures with their swords flashing and divine power surging, Poseidon felt a mix of emotions.

There was a sense of loss, a feeling of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion), a sense of relief, and also a faint sigh.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

A showdown that was half a lifetime too late for ordinary people has finally arrived as scheduled.

So, who will ultimately break through and become a god?

Qian Renxue's eyes were bright and full of anticipation.

Of course, it's my own grandfather!

She could see it all very clearly: every time her grandfather swung his sword, every time he parried, every time the laws clashed, he was frantically absorbing his understanding of the laws of angels.

The fateful showdown with the Tang Dynasty at its peak was the ultimate whetstone.

Grandpa's long-standing bottleneck in reaching demigodhood was broken by this extreme pressure and collision.

It is loosening, vibrating, and transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Each time the Angelic Holy Sword clashed with the Asura Demonic Sword, fragmented insights into the laws of nature flooded into the Thousand Streams of Consciousness.

The final shackles on the path to godhood are being shattered and dismantled little by little by this fateful battle.

She became increasingly certain that this battle was the greatest opportunity for her grandfather to ascend to the divine realm!

Compared to Qian Renxue's optimism, Tang Hao's expression was extremely solemn, and his fists clenched tightly involuntarily.

He considered himself to be one of the strongest in the world, having been baptized in the City of Slaughter and possessing the Domain of the God of Slaughter, he had long stood at the top of the continent.

But now, witnessing his grandfather Tang Chen's duel with Qian Daoliu, he truly understood what the pinnacle of the old era was and what the limits of mortal combat power were.

With a casual strike, the two could shake the heavens and earth, stir up mountains and seas, cause the laws to flow, and tear apart the void.

That level of power, vision, and foundation is something he can never reach now.

Even though they are all peerless Douluo, the gap between people can sometimes be greater than the gap between a person and a dog.

The frustration of being suppressed in the previous battle against Qian Renxue surged back into his heart, even more intensely.

Whether it's the legacy of his ancestors or the talent of the new generation of prodigies, he is firmly stuck in the gatekeeper position of the Peerless Douluo.

Looking at Tang Chen, who was locked in a fierce battle with Qian Daoliu and whose strength was evenly matched, Tang Hao felt both admiration and shame.

Tang San's face, however, was deathly pale, and a chill ran through him.

The more he looked, the more desperate he felt.

At his peak, Tang Chen's strength was terrifyingly powerful.

Speed, strength, laws, divine power, will—there is no flaw, no weakness.

Even if he used all the power of the sea god, activated the trident of the sea god, and revealed all his trump cards, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of such absolute power.

The eighth test, which already seemed unsolvable, was now completely sealed off.

The King of Slaughter has completely disappeared, replaced by the invincible great-grandfather Tang Chen.

Let alone killing the opponent to complete the divine test, even being able to withstand a single move from the opponent is already a luxury.

The eighth test of the Sea God was completely invalidated, and the path to godhood was completely interrupted.

The source of all this is Lu Yan, who hides behind the scenes and can easily reverse the battle and repair the foundation of the peak experts.

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness completely overwhelmed Tang San's mind.

What should he do?

What could he do?

Chapter 396 Victory, the Sword of Judgment!

On the battlefield, the fighting intensified.

A divine light, interwoven with gold and red, tore through the sky, and a chaotic torrent of laws raged across the hundred-mile expanse of sky.

The duel between Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen has now reached a fever pitch.

There were no fancy soul skills piled up, and no retreating or probing whatsoever.

After their first sword strike clashed, the two strongest warriors of the old era engaged in a frenzied battle in the purest and most domineering way.

The angelic sword shone brightly, each golden ray carrying the awe-inspiring divine power to judge all things.

The heavens trembled, the winds and clouds swirled, and the divine laws continuously suppressed all violence and brutality in the world.

The dissipated power carved deep, bottomless furrows into the earth.

The Asura Demon Sword blazed with crimson light, its dark red blade sweeping upwards. The ultimate killing intent pierced through layers of holy light, causing the earth to crack and the sky to shatter.

Pure power and destructive divine might crush all obstacles.

The sky and the earth are not limited by location.

The two figures moved at extreme speed, far exceeding the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

A single battle can stretch for tens or even hundreds of miles.

Only the constantly exploding turbulent currents and the ripples of laws that are annihilated layer by layer reveal the danger and grandeur of this epic battle.

The crowd below held their breath, no one making the slightest move, their minds completely captivated by the intense battle raging high in the sky.

In the center of the battlefield, Tang Chen, who was engaged in fierce fighting, felt his anger growing and his frustration increasing with each battle.

He possesses an invincible foundation in the earth, with unparalleled strength. His greatest strength lies in overwhelming power in close combat.

Qian Daoliu stands in the sky, wielding the speed of the six-winged angel, and enjoys the advantage of the entire sky.

In terms of mobility, attrition warfare, and long-range suppression, this is Qian Daoliu's absolute home turf.

If it were anyone else, Qian Daoliu would have used his incredible speed to maneuver and exploit the enemy's weaknesses, wearing down even the strongest opponent in close combat.

But decades have passed, and in this long-awaited final battle, Qian Daoliu is still exactly the same as he was back then.

Always abandon your greatest advantage, do not wander, do not pull, and do not dodge.

He was forced to remain suspended in mid-air, engaging in the most clumsy and head-on confrontation with him.

"Nonsense! Ridiculous!"

Tang Chen roared inwardly, his pent-up pride and resentment finally ignited.

In his view, Qian Daoliu's fighting style was never one of respect, but rather one of condescending appeasement and pity.

He is invincible on the ground and unparalleled in close combat strength, which is a universally acknowledged strength.

Despite having an absolute advantage in aerial combat that could counter him, Qian Daoliu deliberately chose not to use it, insisting on playing to his weaknesses and avoiding his strengths, and instead using his less-than-adept direct force to fight him to the death.

This seemingly fair and open confrontation, in Tang Chen's eyes, was nothing less than decades of contempt.

From beginning to end, his opponent deliberately catered to his weaknesses and fought him in close combat that best suited his strengths.

It appears fair, but in reality, it treats his wins and losses, his pride, as a game that doesn't need to be taken seriously.

"Qian Daoliu! You're still the same, arrogant and self-important!"

The blood-red lines under Tang Chen's eyes faintly reappeared, not from the resurgence of Rakshasa evil energy, but from the bloodthirsty color of killing driven by extreme anger.

The power of the Asura Demon Sword in his hand increased by three points, and the dark red sword light layered on top of each other. The Asura sword intent, which could destroy everything, frantically crushed the golden light in front of him, wishing he could cleave the sacred and upright figure in front of him with a single sword.

He wants to win!

We must defeat the Thousand Streams in a fair and square manner!

He's forcing the issue so they have no choice but to change their tactics!

He wanted the other party to know that he didn't need anyone's accommodation or pity!

The title of "Invincible Earth" is not a mere empty name bestowed upon us by anyone!

The fiercer the battle, the heavier Tang Chen's heart became, and an indescribable sense of unease quietly enveloped his mind.

His unleashed power, his incredibly fast attack speed, and his sword intent to kill everything—he fought without holding back in every battle.

But with each impact, the suppression he envisioned never materialized.

No matter how terrifyingly his power surged, Qian Daoliu's holy light remained as steadfast as a rock.

No matter how much his strength surpassed the limits of mortals, Qian Daoliu's parries were always perfectly timed and flawless.

Despite Qian Daoliu abandoning his greatest advantage of aerial maneuvering and choosing the most disadvantageous option of head-on confrontation, Tang Chen, despite his best efforts, was unable to gain the slightest advantage.

He even had a subtle feeling that he was being suppressed little by little.

This strange stalemate added a touch of disbelief and astonishment to Tang Chen's anger.

He couldn't understand how Qian Daoliu, who abandoned his advantages to fight head-on, could be so strong.

Outside the battlefield, Poseidon saw through the essence of it all, and his eyes trembled slightly.

But she clearly sensed that the essence of this battle was never about the superficial confrontation.