Chapter 93: Tang Chen's Confidence, Angel God's Killing Strike
"Hao'er, you've suffered so much these past years!"
Tang Chen gently stroked Tang Hao's head, sighing deeply.
Although he wasn't entirely clear about what had happened outside, from Tang Hao's appearance, it was clear he had experienced a lot in these years.
Tang Hao forced a bitter smile.
"Grandpa, as long as you return, our Clear Sky Sect can regain its former glory."
Tang Hao now had his backbone!
Tang Chen nodded, though he still wanted to ask more questions.
But this was not the place for that.
Slaughter City was a chaotic mess, and Tang Chen had long since wanted to leave there.
Once he returned to the Sect, he would gradually learn about the changes on the continent over the years.
As for Bo Saixi, he planned to go to her himself after reorganizing the Sect.
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"Your Majesty… Tang San has run away!"
The Hell Messenger had intended to capture Tang San and present him to the Slaughter King.
But unexpectedly, when she went to find him, he was already gone.
Initially, the Hell Messenger wasn't 100% sure that the person was Tang San.
But with his escape, her certainty was absolute.
If he wasn't guilty, how could he have disappeared?
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"Seeking death!"
Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.
Before the envoy could continue speaking, he swung and crushed her to death in one blow.
It was the Slaughter King who wanted to kill Tang San; it had nothing to do with Tang Chen.
In terms of seniority, Tang San was his great-grandson.
How could Tang Chen allow anything to happen to him?
"Xiao San is hiding?"
"That's good too — it saves me from wasting more time searching for him."
"With his abilities, as long as he's cautious from now on, he should be able to survive in Slaughter City."
"Grandpa, let's go back!"
Tang Hao was not overly concerned about Tang San at this moment.
What mattered more was welcoming Tang Chen back.
As long as they returned to the Sect together, the entire Sect would forgive his past mistakes.
He would regain his status as a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect.
Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on Tang Hao's face.
"Hao'er, let's go!"
"Tell me everything that's happened over these years along the way."
Tang Chen and Tang Hao left together.
Tang Hao recounted everything that had happened over the years, like a bitter complaint, sharing every detail.
"Qian Daoliu, long time no see!"
A majestic voice echoed for a thousand meters around.
Qian Daoliu was bathed in golden light, standing tall in the sky like a towering angel.
Qian Daoliu saw Tang Chen again.
The battle intent in his heart had long since boiled over.
"Qian Daoliu, you've come looking for me yourself!"
Tang Chen looked up, his gaze meeting Qian Daoliu's, and an invisible tension filled the air.
"Your Spirit Hall has gone too far, forcing my Clear Sky Sect into seclusion for years."
"Today, I will kill you to avenge this grudge."
Tang Chen had learned all the past events from Tang Hao.
He was furious.
His once mighty number-one sect had fallen into seclusion, and countless disciples had died at the hands of Spirit Hall.
Tang Chen had to make Spirit Hall pay.
"Tang Chen, I am now a god!"
"How can you be my opponent?"
Qian Daoliu's tone was calm, but beneath it was pride and arrogance.
He had become a god, one step ahead of Tang Chen.
He couldn't help but feel smug.
He had given up hope of becoming a god before, but the appearance of the Sky Curtain had given him a chance.
Tang Chen looked disdainful.
"So what if you're a god?"
"I, Tang Chen, will still kill you!"
His confidence was unwavering.
He refused to bow even half an inch—especially in front of a god.
Tang Hao's heart trembled.
He couldn't remain as calm as Tang Chen.
For a mortal facing a god, not kneeling was already a brave act.
The divine might emanating from Qian Daoliu was utterly terrifying.
Tang Hao's internal injuries hadn't healed entirely.
He could only circulate his soul power to maintain his composure, fearing loss of face.
Qian Daoliu laughed heartily.
"It's truly you!"
"After all these years, your temper hasn't changed."
"Since that's the case, let's fight to the death!"
Qian Daoliu had come today with the intent to kill Tang Chen.
Although they had once been friends, their current standpoints left no room for mercy—they had to decide who would live and who would die.
If Qian Daoliu wanted to act against the Clear Sky Sect, he had to kill Tang Chen first.
Only then would he not violate their agreement.
"Hao'er, step back!"
"This is a fight between him and me!"
Tang Chen's aura was fierce.
Facing the Angel God, Qian Daoliu, a surge of killing intent erupted from him.
Although there was a gap of one level between level 99 and level 100,
Tang Chen was a prodigy with numerous methods to bridge that gap.
Even if it meant detonating all nine of his soul rings today, Tang Chen would kill Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu had only recently become a god, less than half a year ago.
He hadn't yet fully unleashed the power of a first-level god.
This was Tang Chen's chance.
If he faced a true first-level god, Tang Chen probably wouldn't last ten rounds.
"Oh no!"
"Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen are fighting!"
Bo Saixi, from afar, saw Qian Daoliu's majestic figure.
The golden light lit up the entire sky.
She quickened her pace, rushing toward the battlefield.
Bo Saixi cared deeply for Tang Chen—she didn't want him to fall just after regaining consciousness.
And Qian Daoliu, she liked him now too—because he had become a god.
According to their agreement, Bo Saixi had to be with Qian Daoliu.
But she also wanted both of them.
She wanted to mediate!
She wished for everyone to live peacefully—just like on Sea God Island, where everyone was harmonious.
Meanwhile, Lu Yu remained unaware that the two strongest men on the continent were about to face a life-and-death battle.
He looked at the 400,000-year soul ring rewarded by the System, full of excitement and joy.
"Woohoo!"
"The sixth soul ring is finally here!"
Lu Yu was determined to become stronger.
He didn't care what was happening outside for now.
He absorbed the soul ring.
The soul power within him surged rapidly, like a gushing spring.
The amplification from the 400,000-year soul ring was significant—even at the Soul Emperor level.
Levels 61, 62, 63, 64, 65—he rose five levels in succession!
Finally, Lu Yu's soul power stabilized.
He stirred his mind and received two new Soul Skills:
- Yin Wind Roar: Waving the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can release Yin Wind from Hell. Wherever the wind passes, it quickly erodes all life force and mental power, leaving only withered bones.
- Yin Fire Boiling: Releases Yin Fire from Hell, burning everything in its path. The maximum range can cover ten thousand meters in all directions.
Lu Yu could only describe these soul skills as "awesome."
He could now easily crush a Soul Douluo.
Even against a weaker Titled Douluo, like Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, he would have the strength to fight.
Few beings could threaten him now.
Lu Yu only needed to work a little harder to stand at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world!
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