Chapter 182 - MASS RELEASE 2

Chapter 253 Revelation

"Chen Xuan, your sins are unforgivable, and your death is inevitable. If I, Tang San, do not kill you today, how can there be peace in this world?" Tang San's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent. Without a word, he activated both the Killing God Domain and the Blue Silver Domain, instantly doubling his combat strength.

Holding the Golden Trident, he walked step by step through the air and landed on the ground.

"The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and now you think you're invincible again?"

Chen Xuan sneered and said, "You really forget your pain once your wounds heal. Have you so quickly forgotten the painful lesson from back then?"

"I still remember it vividly—the day you begged me for mercy, crying for your parents like a wailing ghost. You weren't acting so high and mighty then, were you? Honestly, I much preferred seeing you whimper and plead."

Chen Xuan deliberately twisted the knife, exposing the past in front of so many people, leaving no room for Tang San to save face.

Sure enough, as soon as those words came out, Tang San's face darkened instantly. His blood-red eyes turned as cold as ice, showing his genuine rage.

Around him, white killing intent surged like a sharp blade, so chilling and lethal that it seemed it could tear through space itself.

Initially, the Shrek group and the Heaven Dou Army refused to believe it. Tang San was peerless, domineering, and an inspiration to them all. How could he have ever bowed to such a despicable man?

The claim was simply laughable—utterly ridiculous! Not only did the citizens of the two great empires dismiss it, but even the soldiers of the Spirit Empire found it hard to believe. Someone as powerful as Tang San, who was unmatched in his generation, begging for mercy? Impossible!

But when they saw Tang San's seething expression, his face twisted in fury, it was as if the truth was written all over him.

Seeing this, Xue Beng, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Ning Rongrong felt their minds go blank, their thoughts crashing like waves in a storm.

"How is this possible? Xiao San never mentioned anything about this!" Their minds were in turmoil. The Tang San they knew was unyielding, full of pride—how could this be?

"To put it simply, you're nothing without that divine weapon. Without it, you're just a weakling. Even Jiang Mo could crush you with one hand." Chen Xuan sneered, mercilessly adding insult to injury.

"Divine weapon?"

From the ruins of a collapsed building, Jiang Mo Douluo, covered in injuries, struggled to his feet just in time to hear these words.

In an instant, rage boiled in his heart. He had assumed he lost because of a difference in skill, but now he realized he had been defeated by underhanded tricks.

The Spirit Empire soldiers were also shaken, their faces darkening with fury. No wonder their esteemed level ninety-six Jiang Mo Douluo had lost to an eight-ringed Soul Douluo—it was all because of that weapon!

"Tang San, your victory was dishonorable! You're nothing more than a despicable coward!" Xie Yue's eyes burned with rage as he shouted in fury.

His hatred for Tang San surpassed everyone else's, not for some political reason but because the woman he loved most—his sister, Hu Liena—had been bewitched by Tang San. She thought about him day and night, unable to eat or sleep, always whispering the name "Tang Yin."

"Tang San, without that divine weapon, you're nothing! Any one of the Soul Douluo here could defeat you. If you truly consider yourself an honorable man, then throw away that weapon and fight me fairly!" Chen Xuan taunted, setting a trap for him.

It was a blatant goading tactic, a psychological trick. In this world, Shrek wasn't the only group that could manipulate narratives.

To Chen Xuan, no matter what Tang San chose to do, it would only benefit him.

If Tang San put away the divine weapon, his combat strength would plummet. If he refused, it would prove he was weak without it, confirming the accusations that he had won unfairly.

Faced with such public humiliation and mockery, Tang San remained silent, but his handsome face was so dark with anger that it looked like it could drip water.

His eyes burned red, his killing intent leaking out uncontrollably. His Killing God Domain erupted in full force, as he could no longer suppress his fury.

"Chen Xuan, go to hell!"

With a deafening explosion, the battle erupted. The building Chen Xuan stood in was obliterated in an instant, tiles and bricks flying everywhere, reduced to rubble.

Tang San's face was cold, his gaze filled with deadly intent. He was not someone who was easily provoked, yet at this moment, his killing intent surged like a tidal wave, proving just how much he loathed this man.

Chen Xuan had repeatedly dredged up his humiliating past, calling him nothing more than a weakling dependent on external power. Now, Tang San's rage had reached its breaking point.

As the chosen successor of the Sea God, favored by the divine, he was no longer the ordinary man he once was.

To Tang San, Chen Xuan's words were blasphemous. This man was asking for death—how could he tolerate such disgrace?

"Chen Xuan, do you really think I'm the same as before? You have no idea what kind of power you're facing!" Tang San roared, white killing intent surging into the Golden Trident.

Swish!

He stretched his body, unleashing a surge of power, brandishing the Golden Trident in a relentless barrage of attacks.

The divine weapon, weighing 108,000 jin, was like a mountain, like a tsunami. A single casual strike could unleash a force surpassing 100,000 jin, already at the peak of a Title Douluo's strength.

"Divine weapon? I am not afraid!" Chen Xuan shouted coldly, pulling out a Dragon Spear, its golden scales glowing as it radiated golden soul power, as if it were cast from pure gold.

Holding the Golden Dragon Spear, he did not retreat. Instead, he met the Golden Trident head-on, stabbing forward again and again without fear.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The trident gleamed, killing intent surging, divine power erupting as it clashed fiercely with Chen Xuan's Dragon Spear, shattering the air itself.

The shockwaves spread out in layers, and nearby buildings collapsed under the sheer force, bricks and tiles flying into dust.

The sheer energy was terrifying. What appeared to be sharp blade-like auras were actually waves of devastating force, making anything they touched explode into fragments.

The armies of both the two empires and the Spirit Hall instinctively withdrew, creating a safe distance—no one dared to approach the two fighters.

Even those scheming to strike at Chen Xuan hesitated. At this moment, getting too close would mean certain death.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two clashed in midair, the sound of metal ringing sharply. Divine power fluctuated wildly, making the battle more intense than ever.

The more they fought, the more uneasy Tang San became. The Golden Trident weighed 108,000 jin, yet this so-called "despicable man" was able to withstand it?

Tang San's expression grew worse. He understood too well what this meant.

The only reason he could wield the Golden Trident was because of the Sea God's inheritance and the weapon's recognition of him.

But Chen Xuan? He had no divine power at all—so how could he withstand the trident?

Tang San's face darkened further. He forced himself to focus entirely on the battle.

However, he was already distracted, his thoughts slipping, because deep down, he feared that possibility—an answer he dared not acknowledge.

Swoosh!

Chen Xuan summoned a silver flying sword, which streaked through the air like a flash of light, constantly shifting and harassing Tang San.

Soon, he found an opening.

Stowing away his spear, he suddenly accelerated, breaking the sound barrier in an instant. A swirling vortex appeared in his palm, and a massive blue orb formed, glowing with a blinding light.

"Wind Release—Super Large Rasengan!"

Tang San failed to evade in time. His back was struck, his body engulfed by the massive sphere.

Boom!

He was sent flying, crashing into the ground, shattering the street. Dirt and debris exploded into the air, dust billowing everywhere.

Chen Xuan landed lightly, walking over the ruined street, saying, "A divine weapon shouldn't be so weak in battle. You're not even using its full potential. Honestly, in your hands, it's nothing but a disgrace."

Chapter 254: Tang San's Limit

"Are you too weak, or is this spear too strong?" Chen Xuan muttered to himself, starting to doubt.

The dragon spear in his hand felt heavy, its surface shimmering with golden scales, as if it were forged from pure gold.

Chen Xuan was well aware that the spear weighed just over two thousand jin. Even when he wielded it with full force, the weight only reached around ten to twenty thousand jin, far from the level of a hundred thousand jin.

"Seems like you're no ordinary weapon either." He twirled the dragon spear a few times, its golden radiance exuding an undeniable quality.

If it could clash head-on with a divine weapon without breaking, there was no way it was just a common artifact. At the very least, it had to be of divine weapon quality.

"Chen Xuan!"

From the pit, Tang San roared furiously, pushing off the ground and leaping out. He bared his teeth and claws, looking like a spider.

Only now did people notice that eight purplish-gold spider legs had extended from his back, razor-sharp like drill bits, with droplets of liquid seeping from the tips—clearly highly toxic.

Chen Xuan observed the changes in Tang San's Eight Spider Lances. Both their color and texture had transformed, likely having evolved and were now in the process of becoming a divine weapon.

Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had only suffered minor injuries. At the last moment, he had deployed his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, to block most of the damage from the colossal Jade Rasengan, mitigating its impact.

Otherwise, even a body at the level of a Titled Douluo wouldn't have escaped unscathed from a direct hit.

"Xiao San!"

"Third Brother!"

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, and Bai Chenxiang were filled with worry. At the same time, they struggled to comprehend how Chen Xuan, merely at the Soul Saint level, could not only fight Tang San but even suppress him. It made no sense at all.

After all, Tang San had inherited the legacy of the Sea God, wielded a divine weapon, and had cultivated his soul power to rank ninety. In some ways, he was already considered a Titled Douluo.

Everyone was watching this battle intently. The people of both empires were deeply shaken. The Tang San they admired, the one they saw as invincible, was actually getting beaten down by someone of a lower cultivation level.

They found this difficult to accept. Tang San should have been overwhelming his opponent with ease, just as he had effortlessly defeated the Subduing Demon Douluo.

But the reality was the opposite of what they had hoped for. Their revered Tang San was the one being suppressed, the one who had been injured by an opponent of lower cultivation.

"Chen Xuan, I'll kill you!" Tang San howled. Being humiliated in front of so many people completely enraged him.

With his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, fully deployed, his attack, defense, and speed attributes were boosted by fifty percent. Stacking that with the Blue Silver Domain and the Killing God Domain, he had now reached a terrifying level of strength, seemingly invincible.

Tang San's gaze was ice-cold, his fury reaching a boiling point. Even his voice turned hoarse. "Chen Xuan, forcing me to this point—you're dead!"

However, Chen Xuan didn't wait for him to finish his threats. He acted immediately, activating his spatial ability.

Tang San's expression froze. He glanced down and saw a kunai embedded in the ground at his feet—the medium for his opponent's soul skill.

Realizing something was wrong, he tried to retreat instantly, but it was already too late. Chen Xuan had traversed space and appeared right in front of him.

At that moment, Chen Xuan leaped into the air, soaring like a celestial steed. With a loud bam, he delivered a powerful kick to Tang San's face!

Pfft!

Tang San's face twisted in agony. Two of his pristine white teeth, coated in blood, flew out.

Just as he had managed to get up, he was kicked away once more. With several loud crashes, he was sent smashing through multiple walls, nearly causing the buildings to collapse, before finally landing in a large water vat.

Tang San emerged soaking wet, his hair in complete disarray, missing a front tooth, looking utterly miserable.

The Heaven Dou Empire's people were in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing. The figure they revered had once again been humiliated, looking pitiful. His once mighty and indomitable image crumbled in their hearts.

"What the hell?"

Chen Xuan was startled. The force behind his kick was immense—it could shatter boulders—yet all it did was knock out two of Tang San's teeth.

Just how thick was his skin?

Chen Xuan mused that if it were used as a fortress wall, no amount of artillery fire could penetrate it. It was practically an indestructible divine artifact.

After all, any other soul master would have had their skull shattered at the very least. Those with weaker defenses might have had their heads explode entirely.

In the distance, Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet, completely drenched.

"Chen Xuan, I'll kill you!" He roared, his voice shaking the heavens, his hair flying wildly, looking like a mad demon.

As the inheritor of the Sea God's legacy, he was noble and extraordinary. Yet, in front of so many people, he had been kicked in the face, losing his teeth—a humiliation beyond words.

Tang San threw his head back and roared in fury. He had lost all composure. The footprint on his face was a burning insult, piercing straight into his soul, making it impossible for him to remain calm.

Even a clay figurine would have a temper, let alone him, the inheritor of the Sea God's legacy. He had been desecrated, disgraced—this was the greatest humiliation of his life.

"Chen Xuan, you've humiliated me over and over again! If I don't kill you, I am no longer Tang San!" His rage reached its peak, his hair whipping about wildly as his mind teetered on the brink of madness. The shame he felt reminded him of past humiliations, ones he could not endure.

He had to kill Chen Xuan. Only the other's blood could wash away his disgrace!

With a deafening explosion, Tang San charged forward. The Eight Spider Lances on his back glowed brilliantly. He no longer cared about soul power consumption, pushing both the Killing God Domain and the Blue Silver Domain to their absolute limits. He had lost all restraint, becoming completely unhinged.

The divine power coursing through his body was limited, but at this moment, he stopped worrying about wasting it and channeled everything into the Sea God Trident. He wasn't thinking about anything else—his sole desire was to slaughter the man he despised.

"You want me dead? I've heard that line at least ten times already!" Chen Xuan sneered. To him, this was nothing more than the futile rage of a dying man.

Today, Tang San would die. No one could save him.

Chen Xuan no longer held back, unleashing the purest form of natural energy—stronger than any immortal technique.

In an instant, lightning crackled around his body, and a fine mist seeped from his pores, swirling like ethereal vapor. This was a power drawn from the sacred tree growing in the world behind his heart.

Boom!

The next moment, he erupted with speed beyond comprehension, streaking across the battlefield like a lightning bolt. He and the wild-haired Tang San clashed once more.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In mere seconds, their weapons collided dozens of times, moving so fast that only afterimages remained, impossible to track with the naked eye.

Chen Xuan spun, swinging his spear, pouring natural energy into it. The dragon spear clashed violently with the golden trident, sending dazzling sparks flying as soul power rippled chaotically. Blades of energy erupted in all directions.

Boom!

The ground collapsed beneath them, unable to withstand their immense power.

Rumble!

It was as if the world itself was being torn apart. The soul power shockwaves were too violent, too overwhelming. Buildings within a hundred meters were torn from the ground, disintegrating midair before their remnants rained down.

"Is… is this really a battle between Contras?" The people of both empires were dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

Even from two hundred meters away, they could feel the shockwaves. Their clothes and hair whipped in the wind, and they nearly got blown away.

"Third Brother…" The Shrek group was filled with worry, their hands clenched into fists.

They had seen Tang San unleash his divine powers, yet he still couldn't end the fight immediately. If his divine power ran out, he would be in grave danger.

Chapter 255: No More Mercy

In Xilu City, the battle between the two raged with unprecedented ferocity, unleashing a storm of soul power that devastated everything within a hundred-meter radius.

People watched in horror as a two-story building was lifted clean off the ground before being caught in the turbulent shockwave. It exploded midair, disintegrating into rubble that scattered across the ground.

The sheer spectacle of destruction was overwhelming, a rarity even among battles between Titled Douluo.

The gathered spectators were frozen in shock, unable to process what they were witnessing. Could this really be a fight between a Contra and a Soul Saint?

The citizens of the two empires were filled with complex emotions, a bitter mix of disbelief and humiliation. Tang San, whom they revered as their empire's greatest hope, had been beaten so badly that he lost teeth, left in a wretched state.

This outcome felt like an invisible slap across their faces, filling them with shame and frustration.

They had hoped to witness their mighty and godlike Tang San overpower the treacherous Chen Xuan, crushing him in vengeance for Emperor Xue Ye.

But reality was cruel. Their hopes were destined to shatter—because the divine power Tang San wielded was not truly his own. Eventually, it would be depleted.

In the sky, the two fighters clashed again, moving at lightning speed, sparks and thunder trailing behind them. The echoes of their battle roared across the battlefield.

After exchanging hundreds of blows, Tang San's expression grew increasingly grim. His hands trembled from the force of the collisions, his grip on the divine weapon weakening, pain radiating from his palms. The recoil was simply too much.

He couldn't comprehend it—couldn't accept it. He had already unleashed every technique he possessed, even using divine power and his Eight Spider Lances. Yet he still couldn't kill Chen Xuan!

Could it be that even with the inheritance of the Sea God, with the potential to become a deity, he still wasn't Chen Xuan's match?

"Impossible! This is impossible! I am the strongest!" Tang San howled at the sky. He was convinced that he was the most talented of all, and no one had the right to shatter his confidence. Anyone who did—must die!

His eyes turned bloodshot as he swung the Golden Trident furiously, his Eight Spider Lances stabbing wildly in a frenzied assault.

Whoosh!

Chen Xuan summoned a silver flying sword, infused with lightning. A silver-blue arc streaked forward at terrifying speed, flashing like lightning from the clouds, its cold radiance piercing through the air.

Slash!

Three of the Eight Spider Lances thrust forward, exuding deadly venom. But in an instant, the flying sword severed three of them, splattering the ground with purplish blood.

"ARGH—!"

Tang San screamed in agony, his voice filled with raw, piercing pain.

Though the Eight Spider Lances were an external soul bone, they had long since fused with his body, making them indistinguishable from his own limbs.

Losing three of them was as painful as having his own bones hacked off. His nerves burned, his consciousness blurred—he felt as though he were dying.

"Xiao San!"

From a distance, Dai Mubai gasped, his heart leaping into his throat.

Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Bai Chenxiang, and the others were overwhelmed with anxiety, desperately wishing they could rush forward to save their third brother.

"Go!"

Chen Xuan didn't let the opportunity slip away. He always struck when his enemy was at their weakest—there was no need for hesitation.

Whoosh!

The silver flying sword streaked through the air like a divine lightning bolt, blinding in its brilliance, its sharp edge cutting through everything in its path.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

At the last moment, Tang San gritted his teeth and folded his Eight Spider Lances together, trying to shield himself.

The result—every single one of his eight legs was severed. Purple blood gushed as the dismembered limbs crashed to the ground.

"AHHHH—!"

Tang San shrieked in sheer agony, his vision swimming. The excruciating pain nearly caused him to lose consciousness.

At the same time, Chen Xuan lunged forward, channeling the purest natural energy into his dragon spear.

The spear glowed intensely, white mist and crackling lightning enveloping its form. Without hesitation, he thrust it forward, causing ripples to spread through space itself. The sheer force of the attack was terrifying.

Clang!

A sharp impact echoed.

No blood spilled. Tang San, despite his agony, had desperately infused the last of his divine power into the Golden Trident, using it as a shield against the fatal strike.

Even so, he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through a residential district. Buildings crumbled as he plowed through them, leaving behind a massive dust cloud.

"It still didn't pierce through?"

Chen Xuan frowned. If not for the divine weapon, Tang San would have died long ago. At his current level, even with rank ninety soul power, he should have perished multiple times over.

If he had wielded a top-tier martial spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer instead, that spear strike would have penetrated straight through him and the weapon alike.

"Nine Treasures has a name! First, Strength! Second, Speed! Third, Soul! Fourth, Defense! Fifth, Power! Sixth, Attribute!"

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong summoned her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and activated six consecutive soul skills, aiming to interfere in the battle.

Flash!

Six radiant beams of divine light surged forward, each infused with enhancement abilities, merging into Tang San's body.

In an instant, he received an extreme full-attribute boost.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the strongest auxiliary martial spirit on the continent. Even compared to the Seven Treasure Pagoda, it was overwhelmingly superior. A ninety-percent buff was no joke.

Chen Xuan's gaze darkened.

The battle was reaching its conclusion. He was about to secure victory—yet a support-type soul master had intervened, disrupting the fairness of the duel.

Though there were no explicit rules against it, Ning Rongrong's actions ignited a deep fury within him.

Every time he neared the decisive moment, someone would always interfere. Chen Xuan's heart grew cold. He no longer wanted to speak. This entire world filled him with hostility.

"Even if the Sea God himself descends today, Tang San must die. No one can save him. That is my decree!"

His rage burned—not just at Tang San, but at the entire world and its so-called gods.

In that instant, he unleashed his full power, deploying his deadliest technique.

Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of kunai shot out, filling the sky with countless black dots, spreading across a thousand-meter radius.

"Xiao San, fly into the sky!" Dai Mubai shouted, realizing that the air above was clear of kunai—an apparent safe zone.

But in the very next moment, a flash of gold streaked before his eyes.

Chen Xuan had warped through space, appearing right in front of him, dragon spear in hand.

Slash!

A cold gleam flashed.

Blood splattered in an arc.

An arm flew through the air before landing in a distant bonfire.

"AHHHH!"

Dai Mubai let out an anguished scream, clutching his severed left arm, blood pouring onto the ground.

His face turned deathly pale. Staggering back, he gritted his teeth against the pain, retreating to avoid a fatal strike.

"Chen Xuan, you monster! How could you do this to Boss Dai?!"

Oscar bellowed in fury, his voice shaking. He had witnessed everything—too brutal, too cruel. How could someone do this to them? Was Chen Xuan even human?!

"Has no one ever told you… you're really annoying?"

Chen Xuan raised his silver flying sword.

In that moment, he cast aside any lingering sentiment from their shared past.

Whoosh!

The silver blade merged with lightning, nearly materializing as a bolt itself, striking at blinding speed.

Slash!

A single stroke cleaved through Oscar's waist.

Blood gushed. Intestines spilled onto the ground.

"Ahhh—!"

Oscar screamed, eyes wide in disbelief.

Chen Xuan—who was once gentle—had truly been this ruthless all along? He had actually dared to kill him?

"N-no… I don't want to die!"

Oscar sobbed, life rapidly slipping away. He had so much left undone.

He had never kissed Ning Rongrong. He had never experienced being a real man. He wanted a child.

But there was no more time.

Chen Xuan, expressionless, strode forward with his dragon spear, already setting his sights on the next target.

It had all happened too fast.

Before Tang San and the others could react, Oscar had been cleaved in two, his corpse lying in a pool of blood.

"Xiao Ao!"

Ning Rongrong's scream was hysterical, her mind breaking apart in despair.

Chapter 256 Who Comes Won't Matter

The battlefield was ever-changing; no one could predict what would happen in the next moment.

In just the blink of an eye, Dai Mubai had his arm severed, losing his ability to fight. Oscar met an even more gruesome fate—his body was cut in half at the waist, his intestines and internal organs spilling out in a horrifying sight that defied description.

The only food-type Soul Master on the continent with the potential to become a Titled Douluo had fallen into a pool of blood, never to rise again.

"No, Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong rushed madly to Oscar's corpse. Staring at his bisected body, her face turned deathly pale as she froze in place, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Her eyes were lifeless, devoid of color, and her entire face was bloodless. No matter how others called out to her, she did not respond.

"No… this isn't real…" Ning Rongrong clutched at her hair in despair, unwilling to accept that this was truly happening.

She had spent ten years with Oscar. Even if she hadn't liked him at first, over time, she had grown fond of him, developing genuine feelings. But now, Xiao Ao had died right before her eyes, never to be by her side again.

"Chen Xuan! Why did you kill Xiao Ao?!"

Chen Xuan, carrying his dragon spear, walked away, facing the others without paying them any attention.

"Chen Xuan, I'm asking you! Why did you kill Xiao Ao?!" Ning Rongrong's roar came from behind, filled with fury.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly and turned back, seeing her bloodshot eyes and a slightly contorted face twisted with rage.

"Do I need to explain to you who I kill?" He felt nothing toward anyone at this moment—his only goal was to eliminate Tang San. If anyone dared to stand in his way, they would die.

His heart burned with frustration. Why was it that every time he was about to achieve something, someone would interfere? It was as if fate was toying with him.

Overcome with anger, Ning Rongrong ignored all warnings and charged at him, swinging her fists and kicking wildly in an attempt to avenge Oscar.

Unfortunately, she was merely a support-type Soul Master with no real combat ability. She could not inflict any substantial harm on him.

"Rongrong, come back!" Tang San shouted from above, still hovering in the air.

He wasn't sure if this was part of Chen Xuan's plan—to use Ning Rongrong as bait to lure him down.

On the ground, black kunai were scattered everywhere, each inscribed with symbols. These marked the range of Chen Xuan's martial soul ability, which allowed him to teleport through these objects.

His ability had already been analyzed by both the Pope and Flender and made public knowledge. Some had initially failed to recognize him, but upon witnessing his eerie spatial techniques, nearly all Soul Saints and Soul Douluos instantly identified him.

Even the people of the Spirit Hall recognized him—Chen Xuan, the man who had once been wanted by the Pope himself.

However, despite knowing the nature of his abilities, none of the high-level combatants on the battlefield dared to move recklessly, fearing that they would be the next to die.

Each of them stood within an area littered with kunai, leaving no safe place to escape.

"Cowards." Chen Xuan sneered, his contempt for the Heaven Dou Empire's people growing stronger.

There were at least a hundred Soul Douluos and Soul Saints present, yet not a single one dared to step forward. They were all too frightened.

"Rongrong, get back here!" Bai Chenxiang called out.

But Ning Rongrong, consumed by rage, ignored everything, continuing her futile assault on Chen Xuan.

"Annoying." Chen Xuan was getting impatient.

With a single kick to her abdomen, he sent her flying. Blood sprayed from her mouth as her womb ruptured on the spot. The pain was so intense that she blacked out midair before being caught by the people of Heaven Dou.

At this moment, he had no patience for sentimentality.

"You should be grateful that you're one of Xiao Wu's few close friends. Otherwise, you'd be dead." Chen Xuan cast a brief glance at the unconscious Ning Rongrong before shifting his focus to Tang San in the sky.

With Ning Rongrong down, the amplification effect of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished. Now, no one dared to help him.

At the mention of Xiao Wu, Tang San clenched his teeth, his face dark and stormy. Old emotions surged up once more. It was this man—Chen Xuan—who had taken Xiao Wu away, making her someone else's wife, separating her from him forever.

How could he not be furious? How could he not be resentful? Because of Chen Xuan, all of his plans had been ruined. If he had never existed, no one could have outshined him. He would have been the brightest star.

And Xiao Wu would still be his beloved Xiao Wu. She wouldn't have left him.

If Chen Xuan didn't exist, then Xiao Wu would have long since become his hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

"If anyone dares to move, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Chen Xuan's gaze was icy as he swept his eyes over the two empires' forces. If another fool like Ning Rongrong appeared, he would slaughter them all, regardless of whether there were innocent bystanders among them.

Tang San gripped the Golden Trident tightly, pointing it downward. "Chen Xuan, do you really think you're untouchable? That no one can bring you down?"

Chen Xuan didn't answer. He merely glanced at him indifferently.

Boom!

A deafening sonic boom exploded through the air. Before Tang San could even finish speaking, Chen Xuan had already leaped a hundred meters into the sky, dragon spear in hand, charging toward him.

Tang San hastily defended, summoning divine power and wielding the Golden Trident in response.

In the sky, a fierce battle erupted. The two figures clashed at high speed, weapons colliding, creating shockwaves that seemed to tear apart space itself. The intensity was overwhelming.

As time passed, Tang San's expression grew darker. He was merely an inheritor, not a true Sea God. His divine power was limited and was running out.

Without divine power, his combat ability would plummet. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that once his divine power was depleted, he wouldn't be able to withstand Chen Xuan's onslaught.

He… might really die.

Chen Xuan was fully unleashed, holding nothing back. He had no more words to spare—only killing intent remained in his eyes. His dragon spear was like a divine weapon, striking with unparalleled force.

Swish!

A silver chain shot out, crackling with lightning as it slashed toward Tang San with extreme speed. It moved so fast that it was impossible to follow.

Clang! With a muffled groan, Tang San's entire body trembled violently. His divine power was exhausted, and he could no longer withstand the ferocious attack. The Golden Trident was knocked from his hands, flying into the distance.

"No… no!" His face twisted in terror. He knew exactly what would happen next.

Swish!

A silver flying sword streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for Tang San's head.

Yet, as someone chosen by the gods, the inheritor of the Sea God, how could he die so easily?

At the last moment, a triangular blue crystal shot out from his chest—the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud.

Boom! The silver flying sword was repelled, unable to land the fatal blow.

"Native, it's you again!" From within the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, a booming voice rang out, filled with anger.

Once more, Poseidon manifested. His colossal form materialized, radiating divine power. He loomed like a mountain, dwarfing even the tallest buildings in Silu City.

The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud glowed, enveloping Tang San, attempting to take him away.

Chen Xuan merely smirked, having already anticipated interference. What they didn't know was that the body here was merely one of his shadow clones.

"I said it before—no one is saving Tang San today." His lips curled into a confident smile. Everything was going exactly as planned.

He had long known that Poseidon had left a safeguard on Tang San. But that was exactly what he wanted. Once the Sea God appeared, there would be no one left to save Tang San.

"Native! What are you trying to do?!" Poseidon's expression shifted. Seeing Chen Xuan's smile, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

Chapter 257: Digging Out the Heart

The Vast Ocean Universe Cover, also known as the Heart of the Ocean, was as sturdy as any weapon spirit.

Now, this treasure was sent flying by a single punch from Chen Xuan. No matter how powerful it was, it could no longer exert its might.

"Native, let go of Tang San. Do you hear me?" Poseidon, the Sea God, spoke coldly, issuing a command to Chen Xuan with the tone of a superior.

His brows furrowed, and his presence alone exuded an innate authority, making him appear extraordinarily dignified.

On the ground, the people of the two great empires saw the Sea God. Even though he was merely an energy projection, his majestic and towering image was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

For some reason, just by standing there, the Sea God made them feel an instinctive urge to kneel in worship.

"Native, I told you to release Tang San. Do you not understand? Do you truly believe that if you kill him, you'll still be able to walk away alive?" Poseidon spoke again, his eyes turning cold. This insignificant bug's actions had thoroughly enraged him.

He reached out his hand, summoning spatial divine power. In the distance, the Sea God's Trident shot towards him in a flash, landing in his grasp at an incredible speed.

He was displaying his strength—before a god, all were mere ants. This was his way of intimidating Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan remained unmoved, his grip still firmly around Tang San's throat.

"Native, I advise you to think carefully. If you kill Tang San, you will be opposing the entire Divine Realm. Do you truly believe that with your pitiful speed, you can escape from here alive?" Poseidon warned, his killing intent becoming palpable.

At this moment, he was merely a projection and couldn't exert his full strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to confront this insignificant native. If his true body were here, he could have beheaded Chen Xuan the moment he made a move.

"Old bastard, do you really think you represent the entire Divine Realm? Your skin is thick." Chen Xuan sneered. At the end of the day, Poseidon was merely a First-Class God, still far from reaching the level of a God-King. Not to mention, this was only a secondary body, not his true form.

He refused to believe that if he wanted to leave, anyone here could stop him.

Poseidon's expression darkened as he said coldly, "Native, you are too arrogant. You should understand that beneath the gods, all are ants. Do you really think that the abilities you brought from another plane can contend with us? If so, you are a fool."

"Let me tell you this—your so-called soul skills and abilities are nothing before a god. Without divine power, no matter how strong your techniques are, they cannot harm me."

"Are you threatening me?" Chen Xuan asked indifferently.

He naturally had ways to deal with gods, though they were not yet perfected.

Poseidon glared at him and said, "It's not a threat. I'm simply making you recognize your place. If you kill Tang San for momentary satisfaction, you will bring disaster upon yourself and suffer divine punishment. If you release him, I can overlook everything that has happened so far."

Chen Xuan's killing intent surged as he sneered, "Sorry, I don't take threats lightly."

Crack!

Right in front of Poseidon, Chen Xuan twisted Tang San's neck with a single motion. The latter didn't even get a chance to make a sound before his life was extinguished.

"You insolent brat, how dare you?!" Poseidon roared in fury, divine power erupting like a storm, shaking the void and causing terrifying phenomena to appear.

His wrath was boundless. A mere native dared to defy him and slaughter his heir.

When a god is enraged, the heavens collapse, and all suffer!

Chen Xuan tossed Tang San's corpse into the air, then swiftly reached out with his hand.

With a squelching sound, blood splattered in all directions, raining down from above.

His hand was soaked in blood, and in his grasp was a still-beating heart—strong and vigorous, brimming with the breath of life.

"I expected this." Chen Xuan sneered, having torn out Tang San's powerful heart with one strike.

"Brat, put it down!" Poseidon could no longer remain calm. He erupted completely, unleashing a deadly assault.

He activated his divine techniques. The golden trident in his grasp seemed to gain a soul as he casually waved it, releasing golden light. Three golden rings shot toward Chen Xuan.

This was Poseidon's divine technique—the first move of the Golden Thirteen Halberds: Indeterminate Storm!

It was the strongest control-type divine ability. Anyone struck by Indeterminate Storm would be immobilized for eight seconds. Even for gods, the effect would last at least three seconds.

Divine techniques surpassed the constraints of laws. No one could break free from them.

Snap!

However, Chen Xuan was faster. He crushed Tang San's heart in his palm, causing an enormous surge of lifeblood to gush out, dyeing his entire body red.

He did not dodge.

The three golden rings struck him, locking him in place. With a sharp clang, a silver dagger flew out like a bolt of lightning, slashing toward Tang San's corpse.

Slash!

At such close range, there was no suspense—Tang San was cut in half at the waist. His intestines and organs spilled out. At that moment, a thick bolt of lightning struck down with a deafening roar, reducing his body to ashes, leaving no trace of blood behind.

The only imperfection was that traces of divinity remained in his corpse. Though consumed by the lightning, his remains were not completely destroyed. They were merely charred black.

Thus, Tang San was utterly dead. His heart destroyed, his body severed, and reduced to cinders by divine lightning. Any hope of resurrection was completely severed.

Boom!

The three golden rings hit Chen Xuan, locking him in place. A divine technique had landed—unless one operated above the laws, there was no escaping it.

He activated his natural ability, attempting to struggle. However, he felt a divine force outside restricting him, as if space itself had been sealed, binding him so tightly that he couldn't even move a finger.

"Native, you dare to kill my heir? Today, you will die. You will not escape!" Poseidon's expression turned ice-cold as he gazed at Chen Xuan like he was already a dead man.

He reversed his grip on the trident and pointed it at Chen Xuan. Divine power surged into the golden trident in endless streams.

Chen Xuan, however, remained indifferent. Tang San was dead—he had won this battle.

Now, what he needed to consider was how to leave.

Though struck by Indeterminate Storm, his soul power was suppressed, and the space around him felt like an unbreakable mountain pressing down on him, making movement impossible.

But Chen Xuan was not in despair. He was surprised to find that his natural ability remained unaffected—it was not restrained by divine power at all. It seemed to be an energy of the same level, or perhaps even higher.

"In that case…"

He closed his eyes and sensed the coordinates of his kunai—it was possible!

"Native, dying like this is too easy for you."

At that moment, the golden trident was fully charged with Poseidon's divine power, aimed directly at Chen Xuan.

"Golden Thirteen Halberds—Third Move: No Return!"

Whoosh!

In the next instant, the air exploded. The golden trident shot out like a meteor, twisting space and piercing through everything in its path. It was unstoppable!

This was the most lethal single-target move in the Golden Thirteen Halberds. Even a First-Class God wouldn't dare take it head-on.

Watching the incoming trident, Chen Xuan knew that even if he activated his full-body Susanoo, he wouldn't be able to withstand this divine technique.

After all, in the original timeline, even a half-step deity like Bibi Dong had perished instantly upon being struck.

However, Chen Xuan had never intended to face it head-on. If it couldn't be blocked, he would simply dodge it.

"Everyone, see you next time."

He activated Flying Thunder God. In an instant, he vanished, taking Indeterminate Storm's golden rings with him, disappearing completely from the city.

Boom!

Divine power erupted, causing a massive explosion. Streets and houses were obliterated, leaving behind a bottomless pit and sending massive stones flying into the air. The scene was horrifying!

Chapter 258: Crushing Defeat

The war in Xilu City was originally a sudden conflict between the two great empires and the Martial Soul Empire. However, the intervention of Tang San and the four Shrek monsters disrupted the balance and stability of the battlefield.

As a result, the war concluded with Tang San's death and a heavy price paid by the Shrek group.

Among them, the one who grieved the most was the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong. The reason was that Oscar, who had always followed behind her, had perished—gone forever.

She wept uncontrollably, her heart filled with sorrow. Half of her tears were for Tang San, but even more were shed for Oscar.

Meanwhile, the true culprit behind this tragedy, Chen Xuan, not only escaped unscathed but also remained at large, evading both the Heaven Dou army and the Sea God's pursuit.

"Sigh..." Poseidon let out a heavy sigh. Even though he was a high and mighty god, his expression carried a trace of sorrow, his face clouded with disappointment.

After waiting for over a thousand years, the most suitable successor for his legacy had finally appeared. He had believed that he could finally pass on the position of Sea God. Yet today, his chosen inheritor, Tang San, had met a tragic end here—fate had played a cruel joke on him.

The Sea God waved his hand, retrieving the Golden Trident and putting it away. He sighed again, filled with both helplessness and frustration.

He had never imagined that a mere native, someone who had not even cultivated to the rank of Title Douluo, could escape even after being struck by the Uncertain Storm. It was unbelievable—yet it was the truth.

The Sea God's emotions were in turmoil. Over his near-thousand-year lifespan, he had experienced countless battles, and never once had anyone broken free from his most powerful control technique, the Uncertain Storm. Yet today, a mere human had managed to escape it.

That native was outrageously arrogant. He had killed Tang San right in front of the Sea God's eyes, a blatant provocation and challenge to divine authority, stepping over the ultimate boundary.

The Sea God's expression darkened, his heart brimming with murderous intent, yet he had nowhere to vent it. If not for the divine realm's restrictions preventing him from interfering in the affairs of the mortal world, he would have already descended in his true form to slaughter Chen Xuan on the spot.

"Lord Sea God, what should we do next?" Bai Chenxiang stepped forward and respectfully asked for his guidance.

Dai Mubai had lost an arm, Oscar had been sliced in half at the waist, and their leader, Tang San, was gone—his body reduced to little more than two pieces of charred remains.

This battle had nearly wiped out the Shrek group. Only Bai Chenxiang and Ma Hongjun had survived unscathed.

The Sea God, Poseidon, scanned the surroundings with a solemn gaze. After the intense battles, the entire city was in ruins, with fire raging in every direction. Not a single building remained intact.

The armies of Heaven Dou and Star Luo had acted swiftly. By this point, they had already finished clearing the battlefield and were preparing to withdraw from Xilu City.

After the chaos, the Martial Soul Empire had lost its will to fight and had quietly retreated, taking the severely injured Demon Subduing Douluo with them.

With a soft sigh, the Sea God turned to Dai Mubai and Bai Chenxiang and said, "Pick up your severed arm and head to Seagod Island. Someone there can help you recover."

Emperor Xue Beng had already retrieved Dai Mubai's arm earlier, but unfortunately, it had fallen into the fire and was severely burned beyond recognition. It was uncertain whether it could still be used.

"It's fine. Just find a suitable soul bone replacement." The Sea God waved his hand dismissively, as if such matters were insignificant.

Xue Beng's expression was sorrowful as he glanced at Tang San's lifeless body. "Lord Sea God, is there any chance that my teacher can be revived?"

Upon hearing this, the others all looked toward the Sea God with expectant eyes.

Poseidon shook his head and sighed. "If Tang San had only had his heart destroyed, I might have been able to bring him back to life. But in his current state, even if the Nine-Colored Goddess and the God of Food intervened, the chances of success would be less than ten percent."

At those words, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, their faces turning solemn with grief.

All of this was caused by that vile man, Chen Xuan. His ruthlessness knew no bounds. He had first snapped Tang San's neck, ensuring he was already dead, yet he did not stop there. He proceeded to rip out Tang San's heart and crush it, then utterly obliterated his body, erasing all hope of resurrection. His methods were beyond cruel.

"Take Tang San's remains with you to Seagod Island and present them to High Priest Bo Saixi. When the time comes, I will personally guide his spirit to the Divine Realm and discuss this matter with the other gods." The Sea God spoke, his energy form already beginning to dissipate.

The only small consolation was that Tang San had received a fragment of the Sea God's divine power, allowing a part of his soul to evolve into a divine spirit. At this level, true death was not so easily achieved. Though his body was destroyed, his divine soul would not immediately dissipate.

That native, no matter how powerful he was, lacked the means to attack a divine soul. This was why the Sea God had always claimed that "all beings below gods are mere ants."

No matter how formidable Chen Xuan was, he could never truly kill a complete god. The strongest gods could reconstruct their physical bodies even after destruction. This was the insurmountable gap between deities and soul masters.

The Sea God shook his head, beginning to doubt himself. He had lowered the requirements of the divine trials, allowing Tang San to barely pass the first eight tests. However, the results had fallen far short of expectations.

"Did I... choose the wrong successor after all?"

With a heavy sigh, the massive form of the Sea God suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless radiant particles that dispersed into the heavens and earth.

The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud glowed, enveloping Ma Hongjun, Bai Chenxiang, Ning Rongrong, and the others before soaring into the sky, speeding toward Seagod Island.

Xue Beng wished to accompany them, but as the emperor of Heaven Dou, he had to remain behind to manage the upcoming war. He had no choice but to stay.

Under his leadership, the Heaven Dou army began withdrawing, leaving the ruined city behind and returning to the Heaven Dou Empire.

By contrast, the emperor of Star Luo had been far more pragmatic. Under the protection of his elite soldiers, he had fled Xilu City at the first sign of danger.

Thus, the war concluded with heavy casualties on both the Heaven Dou and Star Luo sides, the defeat of the Martial Soul Empire, and no true victors.

…

Meanwhile, after leaving Xilu City, the divine energy surrounding Chen Xuan reached its limit and dissipated completely.

Instead of turning back, he departed immediately, using Flying Thunder God to vanish from the battlefield.

This battle had drained him significantly, and he was exhausted with little energy left. Furthermore, in his current condition, he had no confidence in defeating the Sea God.

Earlier, he had forcefully pushed himself to break through six times the speed of sound, which had inflicted injuries on his body—his flesh had been torn, and he had suffered multiple gashes across his limbs.

Against an opponent capable of single-handedly challenging a God-King, Chen Xuan dared not be reckless. He had to give his all. He couldn't afford to be intercepted at five times the speed of sound by such a seasoned fighter.

However, the outcome remained unchanged. Tang San was dead—completely and utterly. With his body destroyed, any chance of resurrection had been cut off.

Several hours later, as the red sun sank beneath the horizon and the sky was bathed in crimson, night gradually descended…

That evening, instead of heading directly to the city controlled by Qian Renxue, Chen Xuan chose the nearest town to rest and recover.

Entering the world within his heart, he allowed the nourishment of the sacred tree to heal his wounds. Before long, his injuries were completely gone—his torn flesh, gashes, and even scars had vanished without a trace.

Initially, he had considered using the Rinnegan's healing ability, but that power had limitations. It required the absorption of life energy to store as fuel.

"Looks like I really need to find some immortal herbs."

After recuperating in the small town for a few days, Chen Xuan set off once again—returning to the city under Qian Renxue's command.

Chapter 259: Xiao Wu and Zhuqing's Return

At night, Chen Xuan arrived at a remote city—the same one that Qian Renxue had conquered, now fortified with a significant soul master presence.

Outside the city, an army of a hundred thousand had set up camp, ensuring absolute security. Anyone within its walls was completely safe.

Chen Xuan returned to the grand estate built by Qian Renxue. The mansion had many rooms and two large courtyards, serving as the residence for him, Yiyi, and their daughter.

Originally, he didn't intend to disturb his family, but as soon as he entered the courtyard, a familiar presence alerted Qian Renxue and Jiang Zhu.

"Ah Xuan, you're finally back." Jiang Zhu stepped out of the house, dressed in a loose, sky-blue nightgown that accentuated her increasingly voluptuous figure.

Chen Xuan's eyes lit up. Time had truly changed her. Compared to before, Jiang Zhu had grown even more beautiful, her figure more curvaceous—a true beauty in the making.

"Daddy!"

A delicate, childlike voice rang out as Chen Yiyi walked over, holding little Qiu'er's hand.

Little Qiu'er ran forward, tilting her head as she looked up at Chen Xuan. "Daddy, when are we going to find Mommy?"

Her big, bright eyes sparkled with anticipation. It had been too long since she had last seen Xiao Wu, and she missed her mother dearly.

Chen Xuan immediately lifted her up, raising her high into the air, and laughed. "In a few days, we'll go find Mommy."

"It's getting late. Yiyi, Jiang Zhu, you should both get some rest." He turned to them.

Chen Yiyi yawned. If not for little Qiu'er being so energetic, she wouldn't have wanted to get out of bed in this cold weather.

"Brother, since you're back, you can take care of Qiu'er yourself." She left behind this remark before swiftly retreating to her room, not lingering for even a moment.

"Qiu'er can sleep with me tonight." Jiang Zhu smiled, taking Qiu'er's little hand and leading her back inside.

Once the three of them had left, Qian Renxue extended an invitation. "Would you like to sit with me for a while?"

Chen Xuan naturally didn't refuse and followed the golden-haired beauty into her bedroom.

Qian Renxue's room was of standard size, simply furnished but impeccably neat. The floor and bed were spotless, with no scattered clothes in sight.

"Chen Xuan, I heard you killed Tang San. That was unexpected." Qian Renxue's cool voice filled the room as she picked up a teapot. Her slender hands poured a cup of tea.

The battle in Xilu City had taken place days ago, and its outcome was no secret. The news had already spread widely.

Moreover, as Qian Renxue controlled an army of hundreds of thousands and had elite spies at her disposal, she naturally had access to firsthand intelligence.

"Yes." Chen Xuan nodded, neither confirming nor denying anything further. He was thirsty anyway, so he picked up the teacup and drank without hesitation.

Qian Renxue reached out again, her snow-white hands pouring him another cup. "The Sea God's powers are vast, comparable to the Angel God that backs me. A chosen inheritor is difficult to kill, and even if they die, resurrection is still possible."

"That shouldn't be possible." Chen Xuan frowned, recounting the details of Tang San's demise. He wasn't entirely familiar with divine abilities, and hearing Qian Renxue's words unsettled him.

After all, Tang San's body and heart had been completely destroyed. Logically speaking, resurrection should have been impossible.

"I see…" Qian Renxue lightly touched her chin, pondering for a while before saying, "If that's the case, then even if a God-King intervenes, the chances of revival are nearly nonexistent."

"That's good to hear."

Chen Xuan relaxed. Since Qian Renxue, as the Angel God's successor, was more knowledgeable about divine matters, he trusted her judgment.

"By the way, you have a wide network. Can you help me find out if there's been any news about Xiao Wu and Zhuqing?" He changed the topic, asking for a favor.

"Sure." Qian Renxue lifted her snow-white chin. This was a simple matter for her, so she agreed without hesitation.

Then, she fell silent, her beautiful face devoid of emotion as she simply stared at Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan was baffled. He looked at her with confusion, unsure of her intentions.

Without a word, Qian Renxue continued pouring tea into his cup until the liquid overflowed and spilled onto the table.

"What are you doing?" Chen Xuan finally asked, puzzled.

Qian Renxue calmly sat back, her posture elegant. "Exactly what it looks like. I'm getting ready to rest. Are you planning to stay the night?"

"Uh…" Chen Xuan rolled his eyes, feeling utterly speechless. She was quite literally using tea to shoo him away.

With no other choice, he left Qian Renxue's room and returned to his own.

Time passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.

During this time, Chen Xuan fully embraced his fatherly duties, taking his daughter out for strolls, shopping, and sightseeing. Sometimes, he even ventured beyond the city to explore scenic natural landscapes, letting Chen Qiu'er immerse herself in the beauty of nature.

Chen Yiyi and Jiang Zhu mostly stayed within the city, rarely traveling far. These past few days had been a rare opportunity for them to experience adventure, and they had thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

For Yiyi, being confined at home for so long had been stifling. Now that she was free to explore, she cherished every moment—whether or not the scenery was breathtaking hardly mattered.

After several days of travel, their little excursion came to an end, and Chen Xuan led them back to the remote city.

However, the abrupt return to normal life after so much fun left them feeling somewhat empty and unaccustomed.

One day, Qian Renxue brought unexpected news that nearly caused Chen Xuan to fall off the roof.

"I've found information on the people you're looking for," she informed him.

Chen Xuan's expression changed instantly, his excitement barely contained. "Where are they?"

That was his daughter's mother—his partner. He hadn't seen Xiao Wu in two or three years, and he missed her dearly. How could he not be eager? At that moment, he wished he could rush to her side immediately.

"Star Luo Empire, but not in the royal city." Qian Renxue provided a general location, stating that the last reported sighting of Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing was in a city near Star Luo City.

She added that the information had been gathered some time ago, so their current whereabouts might have changed, and Chen Xuan would need to track them down himself.

"Thanks!"

That was all he needed. After expressing his gratitude, he tore open a spatial rift and stepped inside, vanishing in an instant.

He hadn't brought his daughter along—such a long journey would be too much for a child. It was better for Qiu'er to stay home with Yiyi and Jiang Zhu, playing in a safe environment.

Outside the city, the void twisted, and a spatial fissure split open as Chen Xuan emerged. He threw a kunai into the air, and in a flash, he was gone once again.

This was an ability he had discovered within his martial soul—a form of spatial teleportation that allowed him to traverse distances instantaneously, bypassing all obstacles.

However, it required predetermined coordinates. Without them, one could become lost in the vast sea of space-time, unable to find an exit.

So far, he had only marked coordinates within a hundred miles of his location.

In a sense, this spatial jump was even faster than Flying Thunder God, though it consumed several times more soul power. Additionally, as the distance increased, the soul power expenditure multiplied exponentially.

For now, the simpler Flying Thunder God was still the more practical choice for travel.

Chen Xuan opened his map. His current location allowed him to reach Star Luo City with a direct flight path, avoiding the Heaven Dou Empire entirely.

Accelerating sharply, he threw a kunai that broke the sound barrier, reaching three times the speed of sound. Though the soul power cost was immense, it was a price worth paying.

At this speed, even the fastest users of Flying Thunder God in Naruto would struggle to match him. In just one day, he reached the Star Luo Empire and descended into the city where Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had last been seen.

Chapter 260 Selection of a Husband

The grand city had lost its former splendor, yet towering buildings still stood tall. The architecture was a mix of ancient and modern styles, with bustling streets filled with people coming and going, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

Chen Xuan extended his perception, covering an area of nearly twenty miles as he wandered through the city, using the most straightforward yet effective method to search for Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

An hour passed, and he had almost traversed the entire city, but he returned empty-handed, finding no trace of the two.

As expected, just as Qian Renxue had predicted, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu had only passed through this place and had no reason to stay long—they had left long ago.

"Forget it, I'll rest for a day first." Since he had arrived in Star Luo, Chen Xuan felt at ease and wasn't too worried.

He had traveled at three times the speed of sound along the way, hardly stopping for a break. No matter how abundant his soul power was, it was nearly depleted.

Upon reflection, he realized he had made quite a stir recently. First, he had killed the Tiandou Emperor Xue Ye, and then, right in front of the Sea God, he had slain Tang San. His reputation had spread far and wide—though entirely in a negative light.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing might have heard of his deeds. Perhaps they were even searching for him and would appear at his residence in a few days.

"Uh..." Thinking of this, Chen Xuan felt he was being too naive. In the entire continent, apart from Qian Renxue, no one knew where he lived.

He found a hotel and settled in, planning to set off again the next day. The most important thing right now was to rest.

In his room, as he recovered his soul power, he pondered. The continent was vast—trying to guess Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's whereabouts was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Asking around? He had considered it but felt it wouldn't work. Even if he got some information, by the time he reached the location, chances were they would have already left. It would be pointless.

His situation was akin to fishing in the ocean, but it wasn't entirely without hope.

"If I were Zhuqing..." Chen Xuan put himself in their shoes. Upon returning to the continent, no matter how important their business was, they would surely revisit the place they had initially lived in... which meant Star Luo City.

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Perhaps at this very moment, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were still in Star Luo City.

Chen Xuan made up his mind. Once his soul power recovered, he would head to Star Luo City to investigate.

The night passed without incident, and soon, the next day arrived.

Chen Xuan set off, activating Flying Thunder God and soaring through the sky, crossing half the horizon as he left the city behind, heading toward Star Luo City, which was over two hundred miles away.

Though he hadn't broken the sound barrier, his speed remained astonishingly fast. It took him only about an hour to reach his destination.

Star Luo City, the largest city of the Star Luo Empire, dwarfed the one he had just left. That city was nothing more than a small town by comparison.

To be precise, Star Luo City was a fusion of several large cities, covering a vast area spanning hundreds of miles.

At the city gate, an enormous city wall loomed over a hundred meters high, grand and imposing. In reality, it was comparable in scale to the fourth stage of Susanoo.

Star Luo City housed the most powerful figures—the nobility, the royal family, and major clans. The noble class dominated the city, and security was tight, with guards stationed everywhere—several times more than in ordinary cities.

And sure enough, the moment Chen Xuan landed and barely stepped into the city, he was spotted.

A squad of ten knights rushed forward, clad in iron armor and armed with weapons, swiftly surrounding him.

A burly general with the stature of a bear locked eyes with him, his gaze wary. There was a look of familiarity in his eyes.

"You are... Chen Xuan!" The Star Luo general recognized him, his face turning pale as a chill ran down his spine.

The other knights trembled upon hearing the name, instinctively stepping back a few paces as they watched him warily.

Chen Xuan glanced at the general and recognized him. This was the same man who had once led troops to protect Davis and Zhu Zhuyun in Xilu City, standing against formidable enemies.

However, at the time, they had been on a different battlefield—away from his duel with Tang San.

"Chen Xuan, what brings you here?" The Star Luo general cautiously inquired, though deep down, he was filled with unease.

This man had once saved the crown prince and princess, but his ruthless nature was well-known.

He was deeply concerned—this was the man who had killed Tiandou Emperor Xue Ye. If he had now come to Star Luo City, could he be here to assassinate the emperor?

Star Luo had no Titled Douluo—no one could stop this man if he decided to strike.

"Relax. I'm only here to find someone. As long as no one provokes me, I won't cause trouble," Chen Xuan stated plainly. As long as no one actively sought trouble with him, he had no intention of going on a rampage.

The Star Luo general heaved a sigh of relief and clasped his hands together. "Of course, we wouldn't dare, Brother Chen. Although my status in Star Luo City is not as high as the nobles, I still hold some influence in the military. Who are you looking for? Perhaps we can assist you."

He was extending goodwill, deliberately lowering his stance—he had no desire to provoke this demon.

"Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing. She was once the prince consort of the third prince," Chen Xuan stated.

"The third prince?" The soldiers were stunned, some struggling to recall the name.

It had been years since anyone had mentioned that title. On the other hand, Zhu Zhuqing's name was frequently heard these days—so much so that it was ingrained in their memories.

The Star Luo general's expression changed slightly. He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak, his face full of uncertainty. After a long silence, he finally asked cautiously, "Brother Chen, may I ask—what is your relationship with them?"

"Just get to the point. Nothing has happened to them, right?" Chen Xuan was eager for information.

At the same time, he was relieved—Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were indeed still in Star Luo City and had not left.

"Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu are both well, their beauty dazzling. His Majesty and the Zhu family care deeply for them. Recently, they have returned, and the Zhu family is currently selecting husbands for them," the Star Luo general explained.

He elaborated, stating that the two were unmatched in beauty, breathtaking and otherworldly, the most stunning women in Star Luo City. Because of this, the nobility and major clan disciples referred to them as "fairies"—not a title he had given them.

"Motherfucker!" Chen Xuan was instantly enraged, his killing intent surging. These bastards were coveting his wives? They must have had enough of living!

A young knight, puzzled, asked, "Brother Chen, why are you so agitated? They are strong and beautiful beyond compare. If they marry a powerful soul master, their children will surely be gifted, invincible in the future. It would greatly benefit the Star Luo Empire—just like that little girl, Chen Qiuer, who emerged out of nowhere and dominated her peers..."

Before he could finish, Chen Xuan slapped him across the forehead. The knight saw stars as he was sent flying, crashing into a wall and embedding into it.

Had the blow been any stronger, his skull would have cracked, killing him on the spot.

The Star Luo general's eyes sharpened as he lowered his voice. "Brother Chen, what do you mean by this? My subordinate meant no offense."

"Chen Qiuer is my daughter. Xiao Wu is my child's mother. What do you think?" Chen Xuan stated darkly, barely restraining his fury.

"What?!"

Everyone froze on the spot, their minds reeling. Even the Star Luo general stood there, stunned into silence, unable to process the revelation.

The legendary girl, Chen Qiuer, who had once taken the world by storm—her father was Chen Xuan? And that peerlessly beautiful Xiao Wu was his wife?

The soldiers were shaken to their core, unable to remain calm. At the same time, they felt a deep sense of dread. Fortunately, they had not said too much earlier, or they would have courted death.

Now, they no longer pitied their comrade who had been slapped into the wall. His words had been the equivalent of dancing on the demon's head. If anything, Chen Xuan had already shown great restraint.

Chapter 261 Still Coveting Them

Star Luo City.

After understanding the situation, the soldiers no longer dared to speak recklessly and obediently shut their mouths.

Chen Xuan was not unreasonable. Though he was furious, he did not make things difficult for them.

"Where are Davis and Zhu Zhuyun? They knew about this and didn't stop the Zhu family and the Star Luo Emperor? Or… did they actually agree to this?"

He was enraged. Back in Xilu City, he had saved them from the hands of a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall. Even if they didn't repay him, was this how they repaid his kindness—by disgusting him like this?

"Brother Chen, here's the situation: The current Spirit Empire has launched wars in multiple regions. His Highness the Crown Prince and Her Highness were dispatched by the Emperor to handle military affairs. Ever since the battle in Xilu City, they haven't returned to Star Luo City," the Star Luo General explained, detailing the challenges Davis and Zhu Zhuyun faced.

Chen Xuan's anger slightly subsided. If things were as he suspected, then this was a dark world indeed.

"Davis was sent away?" He immediately sensed a conspiracy brewing.

It was highly possible that the Star Luo Emperor, fully aware of Zhu Zhuyun's friendship with Zhu Zhuqing, had deliberately sent them away. That way, the Crown Prince wouldn't be able to stop this arranged marriage.

Chen Xuan shook his head, hoping he was just overthinking it. Otherwise, things would be far uglier than he imagined. It would push him to slaughter without hesitation.

"I want to see who's courting death!" His gaze turned icy, killing intent rising. Originally, he had no intention of killing anyone—he only wanted to take Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing away quietly. But things had spiraled beyond his control. They were forcing his hand.

"Brother Chen, let me lead the way," the Star Luo General said. There were fast horses nearby, and he would guide Chen Xuan forward.

Two fine steeds carried them into the city, galloping at full speed.

Only after the two had left did the knights finally breathe a sigh of relief, the shadow of fear gradually dissipating. One of them muttered under his breath, "That demon seems desperate… slipped up and admitted it. He clearly wants to take both of them. How greedy..."

Before he could finish, a cold gleam flashed past, skimming his scalp. With a sharp thud, a pitch-black kunai embedded itself into the wooden wall behind him.

The knight shivered, hastily covering his mouth with both hands, not daring to utter another word.

The Star Luo General rode at the front, leading the way. Their speed was as swift as the wind, and they soon arrived at Zhu Zhuqing's residence.

After bringing Chen Xuan to the location, the general excused himself, stating that he had pressing military duties and could not stay any longer.

Ahead was Zhu Zhuqing's estate—a luxurious manor with over a dozen buildings, multiple courtyards, and several small ponds. The property spanned nearly twenty acres.

As soon as Chen Xuan stepped onto the grounds, he saw that the place was packed with people. Nobles, royals, marquises, prodigies, and disciples from powerful sects—every single one was a figure of status and influence.

Despite the estate's vast size, it was completely congested with these aristocrats. The crowd was loud and restless, numbering no less than three hundred.

Of course, many were bodyguards accompanying their young masters, ensuring their safety.

Chen Xuan observed that every one of these nobles and high-status individuals carried generous betrothal gifts, waiting outside the estate—they were here for the husband selection!

"Motherfucker!" He gritted his teeth in rage. The open space was close enough that even if he didn't try, he could still hear the conversations around him.

Among them, several wealthy heirs were gathered together, discussing Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's beauty in the filthiest, most vulgar ways imaginable. Their words were utterly revolting.

Chen Xuan clenched his fists. He could not tolerate it in the slightest. Under normal circumstances, he would have acted immediately. However, this was Zhu Zhuqing's residence—he didn't want to sully this place with blood.

He expanded his perception, sweeping it across the estate. Sure enough, he detected two very familiar auras.

By the lotus pond, a stunning woman was scattering fish food. Dressed in a flowing pink robe, she exuded an ethereal beauty, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens.

As if sensing something, she turned her head and gazed toward the sky—toward the direction of the estate entrance. She murmured softly, "Chen Xuan?"

Outside, they were well aware of the nobles and prodigies arriving with betrothal gifts, but they had paid them no mind.

Inside the house, Zhu Zhuqing's parents had arrived, trying to persuade her to find a suitable husband and settle down. After all, she was no longer young—it was time for marriage.

"Zhuqing, it's not that your mother is trying to pressure you, but His Majesty has already spoken. The entire Star Luo Empire's eligible bachelors are yours to choose from. They're waiting outside—how is that not enough?"

"Zhuqing, you've always been an obedient child. What's gotten into you now?"

No matter how much they tried to convince her, Zhu Zhuqing's expression remained calm, unmoved.

Then, a deep, commanding voice spoke up. "Zhuqing, don't set your standards too high. Look at the reality of the situation. The young lord of the White Tiger Mansion is a perfect match for you. He may not be the Crown Prince, but his talent is exceptional. If you marry him, your child will surely be extraordinary."

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't even be negotiating. As parents, they would simply issue an order, expecting obedience.

But now, things were different. They could no longer dictate her actions—because their daughter had climbed to an unfathomable height, surpassing everything they had achieved in their lifetimes. She was already a supreme powerhouse.

Zhu Zhuqing remained indifferent, her posture cold and composed.

But in the next moment, a ripple of emotion flickered in her icy gaze. She murmured softly, "You've arrived…"

She stepped outside and exchanged a glance with Xiao Wu. Then, she called for the servants and instructed, "Open the gates."

Inside, her father and mother were overjoyed, thinking she had finally relented and agreed to choose a husband.

The two of them immediately stood up and strode toward the entrance, personally preparing to welcome the esteemed guests.

Outside, the massive open space could accommodate over a thousand people, so it didn't feel cramped despite the crowd.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze, for the surrounding people were already staring at him with hostility, their eyes filled with animosity.

He hadn't fully restrained his killing intent. Even the slightest hint of it was immediately noticed—after all, there were no weaklings here.

Some faces darkened; they were here for the marriage selection, and this man was here to ruin their plans.

"Who is this guy? Why does he look so unfamiliar?" Some of them eyed him suspiciously. His plain attire didn't resemble that of a noble, prompting them to scrutinize him further.

Through whispers and exchanges, they reached a consensus—they had never seen him before in noble circles. He was likely a commoner.

The realization that Chen Xuan might be a mere commoner soul master made their expressions turn cold. Some even released killing intent, preparing to strike.

Clearly, none of them recognized him. They were all prestigious figures, born into wealth and privilege, living sheltered lives. Most of them had never fought in real battles, let alone ventured beyond the Star Luo Empire.

Perhaps they had heard of the name "Chen Xuan," but none had ever seen him in person. They would never have imagined that the infamous Demon of the Battlefield would appear in Star Luo City.

Thinking he was just a lowly commoner daring to covet their women, the crowd's expressions turned hostile. Some even revealed murderous intent.

"So, another lowly mongrel trying to defile the goddesses Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. Does he even know his own worth?"

"Some people just don't know their place. Trying to leap through the dragon gate? He'll only end up crushed to dust!"

The young nobles openly mocked him, speaking loudly so he would hear.

They didn't see him as a threat. A commoner soul master barely in his twenties? At best, he might be a Soul Emperor. They had Soul Douluo-level bodyguards with them.

Chen Xuan's expression turned ice-cold. He didn't want unnecessary bloodshed here—but that didn't mean he feared these arrogant bastards.

"You lowly scum dare look at me like that? You're courting death!" One noble exploded in anger and drew his bow, activating his fifth soul skill.

Five arrows shot out like beams of deadly light, aimed directly at Chen Xuan's vital points—his forehead, heart, and more, showing no mercy.

"Die!"

Chen Xuan's Rinnegan flared, and with a wave of his hand, he caught all five arrows mid-air—then hurled them back.

Splatter!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

The arrogant noble was instantly pierced through. His head and heart exploded, his body collapsing lifelessly.

Chapter 262 Reunion

The bloody scene made many people's pupils contract, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

Or rather, they had never expected that someone they regarded as lowly would be so ruthless, daring to strike against them—nobles.

A young expert at the Soul King level, with five soul rings, had his chest and head blown apart. Brain matter, blood, and bone fragments splattered everywhere, dyeing the green grass a vivid red. It was a gruesome sight.

He was the direct descendant of a noble household, blessed with great talent. Yet today, he had died by his own soul skill—what a tragic fate.

Everyone present understood that this commoner, daring to compete for marriage here, must have had some strength. However, no one expected him to be this formidable—capable of catching an opponent's soul skill with his bare hands and counter-killing a Soul King!

But even so, no one believed he could reign supreme. They assumed his cultivation was, at best, approaching level seventy. And among them were Soul Douluo—top-tier experts in the Star Luo Empire.

"Who else wants to die?" Chen Xuan swept his gaze across nearly three hundred people present, showing no fear of anyone.

His eyes were indifferent, never once looking at the fallen noble youth. Since the man had tried to kill him, there was nothing to say—he would simply stomp him out.

There was no turning back. If worst came to worst, he would just go on a killing spree. If he slaughtered enough of them, they'd eventually learn to fear him.

"A mere commoner—what are you being so arrogant for? Do you really think that just because you killed a Soul King, you can dominate us? Do you think you alone can stand against all of us?" A noble youth scoffed, pointing out that Chen Xuan was young and ignorant, living in his own little world.

Most people laughed at him mockingly. They knew this was Star Luo City, where laws were strict. Killing a noble's son wouldn't even require the intervention of the noble family—the Royal Knights alone could take him down.

They were proud and aloof. As long as their interests weren't threatened, they wouldn't dirty their hands dealing with a savage—doing so would lower their status.

"You've gone too far. He only wanted to test your strength, to befriend you through battle—just a little joke. But you killed him on the spot. Your bloodthirsty nature will shorten your life."

A man in white robes spoke, lightly waving his folding fan as he stepped forward leisurely. His demeanor was refined, his presence as pure as jade.

He appeared gentle, but his arrogance was evident. He lectured Chen Xuan from a superior position, as if imparting wisdom to an inferior.

Almost everyone present recognized him and knew the depth of his family's influence—on par with the Zhu family. They controlled military power and had three Soul Douluo protecting them. Today, he had even brought one as his bodyguard.

By all logic, someone of his status had no reason to participate in this marriage selection. Many suspected that he wasn't here to compete but rather to take the two stunning beauties for himself.

Some grew eager. Seeing such a figure taking a stance, the crowd stirred, and voices of opposition erupted.

"He's right! This savage is ruthless. If he dares to commit murder in front of so many people today, tomorrow he'll invade the royal palace, and the day after, he'll assassinate the emperor. He's a threat to the entire Star Luo Empire!"

Someone shouted, fabricating accusations against Chen Xuan without hesitation.

"Exactly! We can't let such a person roam free—he must be severely punished!"

"Yes, punish him!"

"This is an insult to the imperial family's authority. I propose immediate execution!"

These people were of noble status, masters of manipulation and political maneuvering.

A noble disciple roared, "Where is the Royal Knights? What are they doing? Arrest this murderer at once!"

Someone informed him that messengers had already been sent. They would receive word soon.

Chen Xuan, however, remained calm, gazing at them with indifference. "If you want to kill me, come and do it yourselves. Why wait for someone else? Or are you all just loud-mouthed cowards with no real strength?"

Against these aristocrats, self-defense meant nothing. The only way to make them submit was through overwhelming power.

"What an arrogant fool! A savage will always be a savage!"

"Commoner, you are far too insolent!"

Some people growled, itching to order their bodyguards to kill him.

"Who dares touch him?"

At that moment, the manor's grand gates swung open, revealing two breathtakingly beautiful women stepping forward. Their stunning appearances were mesmerizing.

The head of the Zhu family and a noblewoman rushed out ahead of them, reaching the open space outside the manor and facing the gathered elites.

"All of you are our honored guests. Please, come inside," he said, inviting everyone into the estate. The marriage selection could now proceed.

The two hosts were clearly afraid that Zhu Zhuqing might change her mind, so they quickly ushered the suitors inside to avoid wasting time.

Excitement spread through the crowd. With Zhu Zhuqing's parents personally extending the invitation, it meant that she and Xiao Wu had agreed to the selection. Every man here had a chance.

Opportunities like this were once in a lifetime. Each of them straightened up, determined to seize it.

"Consider yourself lucky, brat!" Some of those who had been ready to attack now shot Chen Xuan cold glares before following the nobles inside.

The manor soon bustled with activity, as the number of marriage candidates was not small. Since Zhu Zhuqing's parents had given their approval, the estate had been arranged with numerous stone tables and chairs, along with fruits and fine wine to entertain the guests.

As for their bodyguards, some followed inside while others remained outside.

Outside the manor, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu did not enter. They stood on the grass, their elegant figures swaying gently in the breeze, forming a picturesque sight.

Xiao Wu, in particular, looked like an ethereal fairy. Dressed in pink, with sheer silk draping her slender frame, her long, snow-white legs adorned with crystal high heels, she was simply breathtaking. Just standing there, she could steal a man's soul.

Chen Xuan saw that they were safe and sound. Their two beautiful faces carried joy, their skin fair and glowing. Since their last meeting, they had become even more stunning.

"Zhuqing, it's been a long time." He gazed at the cool and elegant woman in leather, feeling endless emotions. It had been nearly ten years since they parted in Spirit City.

Zhu Zhuqing, cold and aloof like an ice queen, felt ripples in her gaze upon seeing Chen Xuan, whom she had thought dead. Her emotions were complicated, with so much left unsaid.

After so long, there were many questions between them. Both Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu wanted to ask him—how was Xiao Qiu? How had he been all these years?

There was no need for restraint at a time like this. Chen Xuan strode forward and extended his arms, pulling both women into an embrace, expressing his joy at their reunion.

Seeing him hugging them both, Xiao Wu frowned slightly, feeling displeased. She was convinced this bastard had been scheming all along, using this reunion as an excuse to carry out his wicked plans.

Zhu Zhuqing, usually as cold as ice, felt her heart pounding. A blush crept onto her face as she leaned against Chen Xuan briefly before quickly pulling away, maintaining some distance.

She had deep feelings for him, but with her close friend Xiao Wu present, such an intimate act made her feel shy and uncomfortable.

Had the other suitors been here to witness Chen Xuan holding both women, they would have flown into a rage and torn him apart.

In the distance, a few servants exchanged glances before discreetly retreating into the manor, ready to report the situation to their masters.

"You two! Right in front of me? You're not even being subtle anymore?!" Xiao Wu fumed, hands on her hips, nearly exploding with frustration.

She had been watching them closely. Seeing her best friend's reaction now made her grind her teeth in fury—she knew it! These two were more than just friends!

Chen Xuan chuckled sheepishly and swiftly changed the subject. "Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, where have you been all these years?"