Chapter 395: The Battle of the Gods (Part 3, Double Chapter)
As Yang Potian appeared on the battlefield, the bond-like aura he sensed grew increasingly distinct. It faintly connected to Qian Renxue's abdomen, and in that moment, he finally realized that Qian Renxue was pregnant.
In both his past life and present one, Yang Potian had spent half his life alone, without a wife or children. Now, for the first time, he felt the emotions of being a father.
But this was no time for sentimentality; standing in the midst of a battlefield, Yang Potian cast a cold glance at Tang San and the Silver Dragon King before turning his gaze to Di Tian, who had ceased fighting. His expression hardened.
"Di Tian, Tang San, to launch such a large-scale war, disregarding the safety of both humanity and the soul beasts—was it because I was too lenient with you before? Did you think that humanity was easy to manipulate, that I was easy to bully?"
For the first time, the Silver Dragon King's usually composed expression wavered. He had always been the master of the battlefield, confident in his ability to crush any opponent, including the gods of Douluo Continent. Yet, in Yang Potian, he now saw something enigmatic, something forbidden, deep and immeasurable.
Di Tian's voice was cold as he retorted, "Your human race killed our Star Dou Forest's Sacred Beast. Wasn't that a deliberate provocation of war? And now you have the nerve to speak such hypocritical words?"
Yang Potian let out a frosty snort. "Sacred Beast or not, anyone who threatens my people won't be leaving here alive."
Di Tian's expression darkened. As the strongest being on Douluo Star, he wasn't accustomed to being treated with such disdain. But before he could respond, Yang Potian turned his attention to Tang San.
"Tang San, I don't know why you've turned into what you are now, why you've chosen this path, but as a traitor to humanity, you must die."
Tang San burst into crazed laughter. "Yang Potian, what right do you have to say such things? Back in Tianxing Academy, you struck down my father and uncle, watching as my Clear Sky Clan was annihilated. You have no right to speak of righteousness."
Yang Potian sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't deny the truth. In some ways, he had indeed pushed Tang San to this point, shaping him into what he had become.
In his previous life, Yang Potian had admired Tang San while reading the original story—an unforgettable protagonist with a strong personality. But as he lived through this world, he saw how Tang San's extreme tendencies made him less like a hero and more like a villain.
Now, standing in the chaos of this war, Yang Potian knew there was no more time for reflection. The situation demanded resolution, and the risk of leaving Tang San alive was too great.
With a cold snort, Yang Potian declared, "Whatever happens today, neither of you will leave this place alive."
Yang Potian shot into the air, his body surrounded by ten soul rings: nine red and one gold, their brilliance dazzling to all who looked on. He moved like a flash of golden light, reaching out with a hand toward Tang San.
This simple grasp seemed to contain boundless divine power. The air rippled, and the five fingers of his hand loomed like celestial pillars, trapping Tang San with no chance of escape.
Tang San gritted his teeth, pouring all his energy into the blackened Clear Sky Hammer. Swinging it with all his might, he aimed to counterattack, but the hammer felt as though it had struck an immovable mountain. In an instant, Tang San and his weapon were swatted aside, his body sent hurtling through the air.
As blood dripped from his lips, Tang San's face filled with disbelief. "How can this be? We're both newly ascended gods—how could the gap between us be so vast? It's impossible!"
Yang Potian had no time for explanations. His golden eyes glinted with a killing intent that left no room for mercy. He stepped forward, intent on delivering the final blow.
Tang San roared in rage, his voice trembling with madness. "Yang Potian, I am the God of Destruction, under the Evil God King himself! How dare you act so arrogantly before me?"
With his declaration, dark divine energy surged, and countless tendrils of dark-blue grass erupted, covering the sky like a swarm of serpents, ready to engulf the world.
But Yang Potian merely sneered. "The Evil God King? A supposed god who interferes with Douluo Star—perhaps it's time I paid him a visit and questioned his actions. As for you, Tang San, accept the judgment of humanity."
With a flick of his fingers, golden sword lights burst forth in a dazzling cascade, slicing through the dark-blue vines with precision. The air itself seemed to split apart, and an immense golden sword aura descended toward Tang San, aiming to cleave him in two.
Tang San gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of his divine energy into the Clear Sky Hammer. The world turned pitch-black, as though consumed by apocalyptic darkness. This was his ultimate move: the Kill Command, an all-out strike fueled by his shattered soul rings.
The darkness surged, the Clear Sky Hammer swelling to titanic proportions, its weight threatening to crush the heavens themselves.
But Yang Potian remained unfazed. He activated his seventh soul ring, and his golden form expanded, transforming into a colossal celestial giant. This was his True Martial Soul Form, enhanced by his divine status. His body radiated golden light, its size and strength amplifying in proportion to the divine energy infused within it.
The giant reached out, grabbing the massive hammer in its hand. The sheer power of its grip caused the hammer to tremble before it began to disintegrate, its dark energy dissipating into nothingness. The sky cleared, and peace returned, as though the battle had never occurred.
Tang San's body crashed into the ground, creating a massive crater. He lay there battered and broken, his divine energy completely drained. His once-oppressive dark aura had all but vanished, his body riddled with cracks as though he were a shattered porcelain doll.
Yang Potian prepared to strike the final blow, but a figure suddenly appeared before him, standing small yet resolute against his towering form.
It was the Silver Dragon King, her voice icy and unfeeling. "That's enough. Tang San is already defeated. He may be a god of the soul beasts, but he is also one of Douluo Star's gods. When he ascends to the God Realm, he will still have a role to play in its balance."
Yang Potian snorted coldly. "So, you're the turtle hiding in the Star Dou Forest? I don't care what schemes you're plotting, nor what connection you have with Tang San. All I know is this—he is a traitor to humanity, and he deserves to die."
The Silver Dragon King's fury erupted instantly. "Audacious! Do not think that just because you've ascended to godhood, you can act recklessly before me. I am the Silver Dragon King, someone even the God Kings of the Divine Realm dare not underestimate. What gives you the right to spout such nonsense in front of me?"
Yang Potian sneered. "You're nothing more than a beaten dog. Ever since the Divine Realm War, your soul beast race has been in ruins—or should I say, the Dragon God has been in ruins. For all these years, you've been cowering in the Star Dou Forest. Do you really think the world hasn't changed? Do you honestly believe your soul beast race still has the leverage to act arrogantly?"
Mentioning the Dragon God and the war in the Divine Realm touched the Silver Dragon King's reverse scale—a taboo she could not tolerate. Her body trembled with rage.
"How dare you! Do you truly believe I wouldn't dare make a move against you?"
Yang Potian chuckled, shaking his head. "Has hiding for so long dulled your mind? The gods of Douluo Star have already emerged—four in total, myself included, as the successor of the Asura God and future law enforcer of the Divine Realm. Do you really think the God Kings of the Divine Realm wouldn't be paying close attention to this battlefield?"
"I'd wager the five God Kings are watching us right now. If they haven't acted against you, the remnant of the previous era, do you think it's out of kindness? Or is it because they're plotting something?"
The Silver Dragon King's expression darkened, her confidence shaken. "Impossible! They are bound by the rules of Douluo Star. If they dared to descend here, they wouldn't stand a chance against me. Their inaction is due to fear, nothing else!"
Yang Potian laughed derisively. "You really are hopeless. As the so-called leader of the soul beasts, the fragment of the Dragon God itself, you're nothing but a fool. Still convincing yourself with such excuses? With intelligence like yours, no wonder the Divine Realm crushed you and led to the decline of the dragon race."
"Here's a hint: while ordinary gods or even first-level gods might be suppressed by Douluo Star's rules, do you truly believe the rulers of the Divine Realm wouldn't prepare contingency plans to bypass such restrictions?"
The Silver Dragon King's face paled. She finally realized that her every action over the years had likely been under the watchful eyes of the Divine Realm. Their inaction wasn't due to sentimentality for the Dragon God but because they had their own motives.
And what could the God Kings possibly covet? Aside from herself and the sealed Golden Dragon King, there was only one other target—the complete eradication of the soul beast race.
Her plans, painstakingly laid out over the years, now seemed laughable—a clown's act performed before a knowing audience.
Seeing the Silver Dragon King momentarily dazed, Yang Potian shook his head and prepared to strike Tang San once more.
The Silver Dragon King's eyes reddened, her resolve hardening. "No! Even if they have their schemes, I refuse to let this happen! If it's a fight to the death they want, then so be it. But if you wish to kill Tang San, you'll have to get through me first!"
Yang Potian ignored her, raising his massive celestial hand to crush the battered Tang San below.
The Silver Dragon King, unwilling to back down, summoned the power of countless elements. A colossal silver dragon claw materialized, tearing through the heavens as if it could rend stars themselves.
Yang Potian's celestial hand clashed with the dragon claw, the impact splitting the sky apart. The two powers canceled each other out, leaving no trace of their clash except a fractured void.
The dragon claw was a legacy skill of the Dragon God—Dragon God's Claw. While Di Tian had used it before, its strength was like comparing a firefly to the moon when wielded by the Silver Dragon King herself. After all, one was a soul beast, and the other was a divine incarnation.
Though Yang Potian's power was formidable, he was still a newly ascended god. Against the Silver Dragon King, a fragment of the Dragon God who could potentially reach a quasi-God King level of 149, his strength was not yet enough to secure victory.
But retreat was not in Yang Potian's nature. In his hand, a blood-red spear appeared—the Soul-Piercing Spear, its nine red and one golden soul rings gleaming brightly. With both martial souls active, he unleashed his full strength.
Yang Potian thrust the spear downward, its tip imbued with boundless divine energy. The ground quaked as the spear threatened to pierce through the very earth itself.
The Silver Dragon King didn't dare underestimate the attack. She summoned her own divine weapon—the Silver Dragon Spear, a relic of the Dragon God. In an instant, her petite figure transformed into a towering goddess, gripping the spear as she met Yang Potian's strike head-on.
The two spears collided, and both combatants were forced back dozens of miles.
Yang Potian couldn't help but scoff internally. The Dragon God sure left behind plenty of treasures. Too bad someone as foolish as the Silver Dragon King has wasted them all, handing them over to the Tang family for nothing.
But this was no time for sarcasm. The battle continued, and Yang Potian knew he couldn't let the Silver Dragon King's interference deter him from eliminating Tang San. Any hesitation now would only lead to greater chaos in the future.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm, the gods watched the titanic struggle on Douluo Star with rapt attention.
The Silver Dragon King's power was expected, but what truly astonished them was Yang Potian's combat prowess.
"How is this possible?" one god muttered. "The Silver Dragon King has the advantage of heritage and experience. Yang Potian has only just ascended to godhood—how is he able to hold his ground?"
Another added, "This isn't normal. Could it be that Yang Potian's potential exceeds what we anticipated?"
Yet, amidst their curiosity, an unsettling thought lingered: if Yang Potian could hold his own now, what would happen when his power matured fully?
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