Chapter 393: Battle of the Gods (Part 1)
As Tang San stepped out of the black sphere, the entire sky and earth seemed to change. Radiant light illuminated the heavens, much like when Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong ascended to godhood. However, this light was laced with an ominous black aura.
Tang San emerged slowly, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, which now resembled a divine artifact, exuding overwhelming power. Black energy surrounded him, making him appear like a malevolent god.
The Silver Dragon King stepped back, her earlier battle with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue seemingly a mere distraction. She retreated to the background as if her purpose was only to delay the two.
Bibi Dong's expression darkened. "Silver Dragon King, what's the meaning of this? After all that fighting, now you're just standing down?"
The Silver Dragon King smiled faintly. "Apologies, my sole intent was to protect Tang San. I never intended to interfere in your human conflicts. Now that he has ascended to godhood, you can continue your battle."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Nonsense! You're up to no good. If we were to kill Tang San, you'd undoubtedly intervene."
The Silver Dragon King didn't respond, her silence confirming Bibi Dong's suspicion. This made both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue tense.
Tang San, now standing tall, pointed his Clear Sky Hammer at Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. "Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, the atrocities you committed against my Clear Sky Clan will now be repaid in blood. I will destroy the Spirit Empire and erase this evil from the world."
With that, Tang San leapt forward, swinging his Clear Sky Hammer at Bibi Dong. Despite being a simple strike, it carried immense power.
Bibi Dong sneered. "A mere human traitor dares to speak such words? No matter what happens today, you'll always remain the disgrace of humanity."
She wielded the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and countered Tang San's hammer with a powerful strike.
Qian Renxue, without hesitation, joined in, her Angelic Sacred Sword slashing toward Tang San.
In an instant, the Angelic Sacred Sword, Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and Clear Sky Hammer collided. The resulting impact was earth-shattering, forcing all three combatants back thousands of meters.
In terms of sheer power, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, now a divine artifact, exceeded both the Angelic Sacred Sword and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Furthermore, its nine spirit rings were on par with those of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. The additional amplification from becoming a divine weapon made the Clear Sky Hammer an overwhelming force, showcasing the unique advantage of tool spirits.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged glances and launched a coordinated assault on Tang San, each strike more ferocious than the last. There was no room for hesitation.
Tang San's hammer swings became even more wild, enhanced by his mastery of the Clear Sky Clan's Nine Absolutes of the Clear Sky and Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. His attacks were swift and fluid, surpassing even Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue in technique.
The three clashed countless times in mere moments, neither side gaining the upper hand.
Over time, however, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue began to synchronize their attacks, putting aside their differences. Their newfound cooperation made their moves seamless, giving them a distinct advantage in speed over Tang San.
Qian Renxue, with her Six-Winged Angel martial spirit, had unmatched agility, flitting through the air like a golden streak of light, making her almost impossible to track.
Tang San relied on the Clear Sky Hammer's durability and gradually adapted to wielding his divine power, holding his ground against their combined assault.
His greatest edge, however, lay in his Dark Blue Silver Grass, which had evolved and could now be used in tandem with the Clear Sky Hammer. Whenever his speed faltered, the grass would surge forth, overwhelming Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong with its sheer volume and regenerative speed.
The tide turned when Tang San swung a devastating strike at Bibi Dong. The hammer's tremor force destabilized her, sending her staggering back. Even her divine power seemed momentarily disrupted.
At the same time, his Dark Blue Silver Grass extended to ensnare Qian Renxue. The grass, now imbued with a devouring attribute, was even capable of absorbing divine power. Though Qian Renxue's sword cut through it, the grass regrew faster than she could slash it away.
Gritting her teeth, Qian Renxue activated all ten of her spirit rings, unleashing the full brilliance of the Angelic Sacred Sword. The blade expanded exponentially, radiating both black and white energy that carried a judgmental force.
This was the Angelic God's ultimate divine skill: Angel's Judgment.
With one swing, the Dark Blue Silver Grass disintegrated into ash. The strike cleaved the heavens, splitting the sky in two, and its power bore down on Tang San with apocalyptic force.
Tang San let out a cold snort. The Clear Sky Hammer, emanating a murderous aura, now glowed blood-red. He met the strike head-on with the Clear Sky Clan's ultimate technique, the Killing Word Style.
The impact left even Qian Renxue momentarily shaken, a testament to Tang San's overwhelming killing intent.
However, relying on a soul master's technique to counter a god's ultimate ability came at a cost. Tang San spat a mouthful of blood from the backlash, his expression fierce.
Instead of retreating, Tang San licked the blood from his lips and laughed maniacally. "Qian Renxue, so this is your ultimate skill? Your strike only makes me stronger and angrier."
His hammer surged with energy, growing colossal as he swung it with devastating momentum.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance, silently agreeing. Gripping their divine weapons tightly, they launched themselves at Tang San with everything they had. This was a battle with no retreat, no mercy.
While the heavens above Wuhun City roared with divine fury, far away within a volcano, Yang Potian's transformation was nearing completion.
His entire body seemed to integrate with his soul bones, which turned blood-red. Even those of different attributes were now infused with a chilling aura of slaughter.
The Asura Demonic Sword in his hand gradually fused with his being, while his body, enveloped by the Golden Tree of Life, absorbed boundless vitality.
Yang Potian's consciousness expanded immeasurably, reaching out as though it were becoming one with the ancient tree itself.
Somewhere deep within his mind, he felt a voice calling—a presence akin to a mother's embrace, summoning him to his destiny.
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