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Seeing Tang San use the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to execute the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique of the Hao Tian Hammer, especially with its final strike, the entire Rakshasa Demon Scythe resembled a black dragon, exuding an overwhelming force as if it could shatter the heavens and split the earth.
Tang San roared: "Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, Ninefold Unification! Yang Xiong, perish!"
Yang Xiong's expression turned cold, not expecting that Tang San still had such a move up his sleeve.
However, Yang Xiong appeared utterly defiant, his eyes brimming with killing intent. He sheathed his longsword, and his aura surged higher by the moment. In an instant, he drew his sword fully and unleashed a powerful slash forward with all his might.
A terrifying sword qi directly met Tang San's lethal attack head-on. At this moment, Yang Xiong infused all his soul power and momentum into the longsword. The moment he drew the Asura Demon Sword, he brought his swordsmanship to its peak. This technique was named Heaven-Cleaving Sword Draw.
Under their full-force attacks, both Yang Xiong's sword qi and the black dragon formed by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe shattered in an instant.
Yang Xiong was sent flying back dozens of meters, while Tang San, who had been controlling the Rakshasa Demon Scythe remotely, also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, retreating violently.
In this exchange of ultimate techniques, neither Yang Xiong's Heaven-Cleaving Sword Draw nor Tang San's Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique gained any advantage. The two were evenly matched.
Tang San suddenly laughed maniacally: "Yang Xiong, you're nothing special after all. No matter how strong you are, the gap between gods and humans is insurmountable. Even if you're stronger, you can't truly suppress me. The ultimate victory will belong to me."
As Tang San said, he was a god, while Yang Xiong was merely a Limit Douluo. There was still a significant gap in their soul power levels, let alone the fact that divine power recovered far faster than ordinary soul power.
Yang Xiong's eyes hardened. His third, fourth, and ninth soul rings flashed simultaneously, activating three enhancement skills: the third soul skill, Tyrant Dragon's Fury; the fourth soul skill, Dragon-Elephant Indestructible Body; and the ninth soul skill, Demon Whale Fury Dragon Transformation. Combined with his already active seventh soul skill, Asura True Body, these four top-tier enhancement skills were used simultaneously. Especially the final Demon Whale Fury Dragon Transformation, which was a million-year-level enhancement skill.
After activating these four skills, all the muscles in Yang Xiong's body expanded dramatically. His body emitted an overwhelmingly ferocious aura, resembling a colossal beast.
This was the difference between beast martial souls and weapon martial souls. Whether it was Tang San's Blue Silver Grass or Hao Tian Hammer, they were both weapon martial souls, which focused more on offensive capabilities. Especially in the later stages, their attacks became more diverse. In the world of soul masters, it was widely acknowledged that after reaching the Soul Sage level, weapon martial souls of the same rank were stronger than beast martial souls.
However, in comparison, beast martial souls placed greater emphasis on enhancement abilities, and individuals with beast martial souls often had superior physical attributes and more enhancement-type soul skills.
At this moment, Yang Xiong's speed, strength, defense, and endurance had all increased exponentially. He was now in a state of reckless abandon.
Yang Xiong once again transformed into a streak of blood-red light, charging toward Tang San. Tang San, aware of Yang Xiong's immense power, gripped the Hao Tian Hammer in one hand and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in the other, attempting to block Yang Xiong's attack.
Unfortunately, Yang Xiong was even more brutal than before. Even though Tang San had already ascended to godhood, the terrifying force emanating from the Asura Demon Sword far exceeded Tang San's expectations. Tang San was sent flying.
Even as Tang San's face filled with astonishment, he furiously swung his weapons, attempting to counterattack Yang Xiong.
But Yang Xiong was now in an extremely enraged state. Even though Tang San had become a god, he couldn't stop him.
After only a few exchanges, Tang San had been knocked flying multiple times. His body even bore several sword marks, inflicted by Yang Xiong's Asura Demon Sword.
Tang San's eyes brimmed with disbelief. He hadn't expected Yang Xiong to still have such a move, nor had he anticipated that Yang Xiong's physical strength could increase so drastically.
"This is impossible! Yang Xiong, you can't be this strong. I am a God—I will never lose to you!"
Tang San gritted his teeth, and his divine power seemed to boil over in an instant. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand gathered all his energy, even channeling the scythe's power into his body. A blinding light enveloped the entire world.
Even Yang Xiong was caught off guard, finding himself trapped in a bizarre miniature world. This world was filled with darkness and brimming with malevolent energy.
"Yang Xiong, no matter how strong you are, once you enter the Rakshasa Prison, you'll have no chance of survival."
Yang Xiong's expression shifted slightly. It seemed that Tang San had unleashed a spatial and mental-type soul skill, trapping his enemy in a miniature world. If one's mental strength was insufficient, they would ultimately be at the mercy of their opponent.
At this moment, a massive shadow appeared within this miniature world—it was Tang San. It seemed that the entire miniature world was under his control, and Yang Xiong's mental strength was being suppressed in an instant.
Seeing the shadow about to attack, especially the countless malevolent energies attempting to invade his body, Yang Xiong let out a faint cold laugh: "Interesting. Tang San, though you're a god, your divine soul may not surpass mine."
Yang Xiong closed his eyes, carefully sensing his surroundings. His head radiated a blood-red glow, and even with his eyes closed, his killing intent couldn't be concealed.
Following this, his head soul bone activated fully, and his mental strength surged like an endless ocean.
Yang Xiong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a terrifying roar. A blood-red light shot skyward, transforming into a colossal figure that seemed to pierce through the entire miniature world.
This was Yang Xiong's self-created soul skill, Asura Divine Light. In this strike, not only did he unleash his mental strength to its peak, but his head soul bone was also pushed to its limits.
Under this strike, the previously dark world was instantly dyed crimson. The blood-red figure pierced through the entire miniature world, causing it to collapse in an instant. A sharp, piercing scream echoed through the air.
When calm was restored, Tang San, far away, clutched his head, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. It was clear that his mental strength had suffered severe damage, leaving him in immense pain.
Tang San, now somewhat deranged, shouted: "Yang Xiong, this is impossible! I am a god, and you're just an ordinary mortal. My soul has long since evolved into a divine soul, which holds absolute dominance over ordinary soul masters!"
Yang Xiong shook his head: "Tang San, you've underestimated me. My martial soul is my body—my brain, my eyes, everything is part of my body. Over the years, I've broken through my limits countless times, and my soul has already evolved into a divine soul."
"Besides, I owe all of this to you. If it weren't for the Purple Extreme Demon Eye you traded to me, I wouldn't have been able to master my mental strength to this extent."
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood: "Yang Xiong, don't think you've won. I am still a God. Even if we continue to fight until the end, the one who loses will definitely be you. Your soul power recovery is far inferior to my divine power."
Yang Xiong ignored Tang San's words. Only he knew that after such a prolonged battle and using so many soul skills, his soul power consumption was indeed enormous. However, the two soul cores within his body were now rapidly absorbing energy from the air, restoring his soul power at an incredible speed.
In terms of actual consumption, Yang Xiong's expenditure was greater than Tang San's, but his recovery ability was by no means weaker.
"Tang San, if this is all you've got, then there's no need for you to leave here alive today. Whether you're a god or not, I'm going to slay a god today."
Yang Xiong's aura surged higher and higher. His martial soul, Asura Body, had transformed into a blood-red figure surrounded by crimson lightning—this was the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning of his second martial soul.
As the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning appeared, the sky darkened with storm clouds, as if the entire world were enveloped in blood-red lightning. Space itself seemed on the verge of collapse. Even Tang San, as the Rakshasa God, could sense the extraordinary nature of this Heavenly Tribulation Lightning.
The shadow behind Yang Xiong stood like a hundred-meter-tall giant, completely enveloped in blood-red lightning. Especially his hands, where countless bolts of crimson lightning converged, resembling the descent of a thunder god.
This was Yang Xiong's self-created soul skill, Asura Divine Lightning. By combining his Asura martial soul with his second martial soul's Heavenly Tribulation Lightning, he created an attack of unparalleled destructive power.
Tang San's face paled. He was well aware of the devastating power of Yang Xiong's technique. If he allowed Yang Xiong to continue unleashing it, his life would undoubtedly be in danger.
Tang San gripped the Hao Tian Hammer tightly. The first nine soul rings on the hammer suddenly exploded, releasing an incredibly terrifying energy. All of this energy rapidly merged into the Hao Tian Hammer.
After absorbing the energy, the Hao Tian Hammer rapidly expanded. Originally less than two meters in length, it now grew to an immense size, resembling a towering mountain.
Tang San was now going all-in, detonating a full nine soul rings. Even as a god, his body seemed unable to withstand the strain.
Ignoring the consequences, Tang San swung the hammer with all his might. The Hao Tian Hammer crashed toward Yang Xiong, exerting extreme gravitational pressure that caused the surrounding space to warp. The ground began to crack, and the entire world seemed to be under immense suppression.
Yang Xiong showed no fear, instead appearing ecstatic. The blood-red figure in his hands wielded the lightning, which had taken the shape of a massive hammer, and slammed it directly into Tang San's Great Sumeru Hammer.
In an instant, the two colossal hammers collided in the sky. Yang Xiong's hammer, formed from the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning, was blood-red, while Tang San's Hao Tian Hammer remained pitch-black.
Compared to Tang San's explosive ring detonation, which seemed to possess infinite power, Yang Xiong's Asura Divine Lightning seemed to contain a unique force. It was as if, in that moment, he had taken control of the entire Douluo Star, embodying the rules of the Douluo world itself.
After this clash, Yang Xiong was struck by a tremendous force, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
However, Tang San's condition was infinitely worse. His body lay in a massive crater, blood streaming from his seven orifices. His vitality was nearly extinguished, and countless bones were broken. It appeared he was no longer capable of continuing the fight.
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