Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

In the Douluo God Realm, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and divine light overflowed.

Beside the white jade table in the Sea God Temple, Tang San, dressed in a blue robe, held a Biluochun teacup between his fingers, the fragrant aroma of tea lingering in the hall.

Looking at the man who slowly stepped into the hall, he raised his eyes and smiled lightly, his tone calm: "Your presence is an honor, God King of Destruction. Do you have a moment to have a cup of tea?"

The newcomer was none other than the God of Destruction, surrounded by a chilling aura of destruction, his brows and eyes filled with unyielding resolve, showing no intention of exchanging pleasantries.

As soon as he landed, he said in a deep voice, "Tang San, where did you go just now?"

These words carried an undisguised question, causing Tang San's heart to sink slightly, and a trace of displeasure quietly swept over him.

But he still wore a gentle smile, put down his teacup, and calmly replied, "Destruction God King, there is an invasion of foreign gods on the Douluo Continent."

"As the former chosen one of Douluo Star, is it reasonable for me to step in and protect my home planet?"

"Foreign gods?!"

The God of Destruction's pupils suddenly contracted, his tone abruptly turning serious, and he immediately pressed, "Do you have any evidence?"

"look."

Tang San raised his hand and waved, and a wisp of pale golden divine soul floated out from his palm, hovering between the two of them.

Within his soul, there was a faint, unfamiliar pressure—an aura that did not belong to any god in the Douluo God Realm, carrying with it the vastness and sharpness of the universe.

The God of Destruction reached out and grabbed, his brows furrowing the instant his fingertips touched the soul.

He could clearly sense that this power was of an extremely high level, far beyond what a lower-level soul master could possess; it was indeed the aura of an alien deity.

"I understand." The God of Destruction released his grip, his divine soul drifting back into Tang San's palm. He gave Tang San a deep look and said in a serious tone, "Everything has its limits. Don't break the rules of the God Realm."

"I know my limits," Tang San nodded in agreement, his smile remaining gentle.

As the God of Destruction turned and left, the aroma of tea in the hall seemed to instantly turn cold.

The smile on Tang San's face slowly faded, and a cold, calculating glint flashed in his eyes.

He rubbed the divine soul in his palm, and with a slight pressure from his fingertips, that wisp of divine soul transformed into specks of golden light and merged into his body.

The power of a foreign deity... the chosen one of destiny in this era of Douluo Continent...

Two thoughts intertwined in his mind, stirring up ripples of ambition.

If he can devour these two things, his strength will definitely reach a new level.

At that time, let alone the God of Destruction, even the God of Life might not be able to catch his eye!

The undercurrents of the divine realm surged unnoticed, while at this moment, Seagod Island was a living hell.

Crimson blood stained the golden sands, and the broken remains of the Poseidon Pillar lay scattered on the ground. The once sacred island was now littered with corpses, and the stench of blood mixed with the smell of burning flesh was nauseating.

Poseidon leaned on his broken trident, covered in blood.

His silver hair was stuck to his cheeks with blood, his once noble sea god priest robe was now tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with wounds of varying depths. Every breath he took brought excruciating pain to his internal organs.

Another evil spirit master roared and pounced, his bone claws glowing with a black, poisonous light.

A cold glint flashed in Poseidon's eyes as he used the last bit of his soul power to hurl the trident.

The trident pierced through the evil spirit master's chest and embedded itself in the reef behind him, splattering blood everywhere.

Before he could catch his breath, several more dark figures darted out from the shadows, like a persistent leech, and pounced on him.

So what if he's a Limit Douluo? Under the relentless onslaught of these evil soul masters, he was already exhausted and on his last legs.

"You really are pathetic, Priest of the Sea God."

A cold female voice rang out, filled with sarcasm.

Poseidon suddenly looked up, and through his blood-blurred vision, he saw the figure of a woman in a black dress.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, yet her eyes held a morbid madness, and the evil soul power surrounding her was almost tangible. It was the Demon Emperor!
Poseidon's eyes instantly turned sharp. He gritted his teeth and his voice was hoarse: "Ha... Back then, the Sea God spared you and your mother, but now you repay kindness with enmity. It's as if the Sea God was blind!"

"Shh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a black soul force blade suddenly flashed past.

Poseidon felt a sharp pain in his right arm. Looking down, he saw that his entire arm had been severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the sand beneath his feet red.

He endured the excruciating pain, staring intently at the Demon Emperor, his eyes filled with hatred.

The Demon Emperor slowly approached, his cold gaze falling on the man's mutilated body, his tone tinged with amusement: "You're wrong."

Your great sea god didn't even discover the existence of my mother and me back then.

Or rather, at that moment, all he saw was my husband's million-year-old spirit ring.

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Poseidon's heart.

"Pfft-"

Another soul force blade flashed past, and Poseidon's legs were severed cleanly.

He lost his footing and crashed heavily onto the beach, leaving only half his body and a head, yet he still stared intently at the Demon Emperor, refusing to yield.

The Demon Emperor crouched down, his fingertips tracing Poseidon's blood-stained cheek, and he laughed morbidly: "Will your sea god, seeing you like this, come to avenge you?"

"You madman!" Poseidon roared with all his might, his voice filled with anger and resentment, "The Sea God will not let you get away with this!"

"Is that so?" The Demon Emperor chuckled, his eyes full of disdain. "Then I'll wait for him to come."

On the rocks not far away, Gad stood with his hands behind his back, like a gentleman.

He didn't interfere at all, but just watched quietly as the Demon Emperor vented the hatred that had been building up for ten thousand years.

To him, the Demon Emperor's revenge was nothing more than an insignificant interlude.

His real goal has arrived.

Gard's gaze passed over the corpse-strewn beach and looked toward the distant horizon.

There, a small fishing boat was slowly approaching, and a familiar figure stood on the bow.

Tang San!

Tang San, on the small boat, was rubbing his wounds with great frustration.

He had just escaped from the Haotian Sect in a sorry state and felt extremely unlucky, but he was completely unaware that he had just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

Little did he know that the flames of war on the Douluo Continent had already begun to rage in places he could not see.

Smoke billows over the borders of the Star Luo Empire.

Dai Hao, who was secretly plotting to lure his generals into Xingluo City to launch a mutiny, suddenly received an urgent report from the border—the army of the Sun Moon Empire had crossed the border without warning and was launching a fierce attack on Xingluo City!

Dai Hao was shocked and, disregarding his mutiny plan, led his personal guards back to the border overnight.

But when he rode his horse to the front line and saw the commander of the Sun Moon Empire's army, he froze on the spot.

The two figures standing side by side, one handsome and tall, the other charming and spirited, bore a striking resemblance to him in their features.

It was Huo Yuhao and Huo Yutong, brother and sister!
Holding the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao exuded a chilling aura, his gaze as sharp as an ice-cold blade, fixed intently on Dai Hao.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice filled with deep hatred: "Oh—we meet again, General White Tiger!"

This border battle was something he specifically requested to do from his teacher.

All for the sake of killing the biological father in front of him, the one who had caused him and his sister to suffer for more than a decade!

...(End of chapter)