Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 342 is too heavy, I can't lift it.

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The entire Wuhun City fell into a deathly silence.

Whether it was the soldiers patrolling the city walls, the soul masters walking on the streets, or the spies hiding in the shadows, everyone stared in disbelief at the thousand-meter-high mountain outside the city that had been split in two and was slowly collapsing!

Fear! Unparalleled fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed everyone's heart!
What terrifying power this is! Is this the power of a mortal?! This is practically the wrath of the gods!
One strike! Just one strike! And it cleaved a thousand-meter-high mountain in two!
If this attack were to land in Wuhun City... the consequences would be unimaginable! The entire Wuhun City would likely be reduced to dust in an instant!
thump! thump!
On the city wall, some soldiers with weaker mental fortitude collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way beneath them, their faces ashen.

In the streets, countless Soul Masters trembled in fear, and some even lost control of their bladders on the spot, filling the air with a foul stench.

Those spies from the Heavenly Dou and Star Luo Empires hiding in the shadows were terrified and their souls nearly left their bodies! They had thought they had overestimated the strength of the Spirit Empire, but what they saw before them completely shattered all their preconceived notions and wishful thinking!
This is not a matter of military force! This is divine punishment!

Bibi Dong stared at the mountain peak that had been split in two in the distance, her purple eyes filled with shock. She finally understood what Xuanming meant by "stabilizing the situation."

With the power of this strike, let alone one or two years, even ten or eight years, no one will dare to act recklessly in the Martial Soul Empire!
However, after the initial shock came intense bewilderment.

How could Xuanming's power be so terrifying?
“Great efforts can create miracles,” Gu Yuena said softly.

"His attack was actually about as powerful as yours, but the quantity was different."

"If the soul power of an ordinary peerless Douluo is ten, then he has at least one hundred."

Bibi Dong's expression froze. "Ten times?"

"This is just a conservative estimate," Gu Yuena said.

"In his area of ​​talent, ever since he began to control that power, he has never relaxed for more than ten years. Especially after obtaining the complete transformation of the dragon soul and dragon bone, his soul power and physical strength have far exceeded the limits of humans. Even among pure-blooded true dragons, he is considered extremely exaggerated."

"Although his body has not been modified by divine power, in terms of strength, it is in no way inferior to that of a demigod, and may even rival that of a god!"

Xuanming used a special method to transform every part of his body into a container to store and compress a large amount of soul power.

Especially after obtaining the torso bone of the million-year-old Abyss Dragon Emperor, his body has completely transformed, and he is now the Dragon King!
Even if Xuanming were to directly face the Heavenly Tribulation and forcibly become a god, his success rate would be over 90%!

But he continued to accumulate and compress until he reached his limit.

Accumulate but gain little.

Whoosh whoosh!
Just as the entire city fell into a deathly silence, several powerful auras suddenly shot into the sky from the direction of the Hall of Worship.

Led by Qian Daoliu, several other elders appeared, their faces solemn as they gazed at Xuanming in the sky.

The earth-shattering power fluctuation just now made even these long-inexperienced worshippers feel their hearts pound with fear!

"Xuanming! What do you want to do?" Qian Daoliu questioned in a deep voice.

His gaze swept over the blood-red spear in Xuanming's hand, then looked at the terrifying scene outside the city, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

How long has this kid been away from Spirit City? His strength has increased to such an unbelievable level?! The power of that attack just now far exceeded the range of an ordinary Peerless Douluo!

Moreover, his spirit rings are six black and two red!

This kid also passed the Divine Test?

But how could it be so fast?
Xuanming did not respond. He flipped his wrist and took out the golden trident of the sea god, which was radiating a vast and powerful aura.

Then, to the astonishment of Qian Daoliu and the other elders, he suddenly swung his arm!
Om-! ! !
The Trident of Poseidon transformed into a golden streak of light, accompanied by a piercing whistle and terrifying weight. It was not aimed at anyone, but was hurled directly at the plaza in front of the temple gate!
"Insolence!" Qian Daoliu's expression changed, thinking that Xuanming was about to attack the Hall of Worship. His body was instantly filled with angelic holy light, and he appeared in front of the Hall of Worship in a flash. He pushed his hands forward, and the vast holy energy transformed into a huge light shield, trying to intercept the golden trident!

boom--! ! ! !

Poseidon's trident crashed heavily against the angel's light shield!
A deafeningly loud bang exploded! The holy light around Qian Daoliu flickered violently, and he groaned as he was slid backward dozens of meters by the terrifying force before barely managing to regain his footing! The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch!
The trident of Poseidon, after shattering most of the power of the angel's light shield, slowed its advance slightly, but still carried unparalleled power as it was fiercely planted in the center of the square directly in front of the temple gate!
Boom!

The entire plaza of the sacrificial hall trembled violently! Centered on the point where the trident struck, the hard stone slabs were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks that spread for nearly a hundred meters!
The golden halberd was deeply embedded in the ground, trembling slightly and emitting a deep and majestic hum. A vast and sacred aura and heavy pressure spread out, making it difficult for any Soul Master who approached to breathe!
Qian Daoliu's expression turned extremely ugly as he looked at the golden trident that was so close to him and exuded a chilling aura.

Although he acted hastily, he still used seventy or eighty percent of his strength, and he almost failed to completely block it?! Just what is the origin of this weapon?! Its weight and the divine power it contains are terrifying beyond imagination!

"Xuanming! What do you mean by this?!" Qian Daoliu suddenly looked up at Xuanming in the air, his voice filled with suppressed anger and confusion.

He could tell that Xuanming's throw wasn't truly intended to attack the Hall of Worship; otherwise, it wouldn't have been at that angle and with that force. But throwing a weapon right in front of someone else's doorstep was undoubtedly a huge provocation!

All the worshippers were on high alert, their soul power surging as they nervously watched Xuanming.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Xuanming slowly sheathed his blood spear, calmly looked at Qian Daoliu, and spoke softly:
"This harpoon is too heavy, I can't lift it."

"I'll leave it with you for a while."

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the entire Wuhun City.

Qian Daoliu's angry expression froze, the expressions of the other elders were stunned, and even the countless Soul Masters below who were looking up had their mouths agape, thinking they had misheard.

Too heavy? Can't lift it? Should we put it down for now?
What... what kind of outrageous reason is this?!
That thing almost knocked the High Priest back! You're telling me you couldn't lift it?! Did it look like you couldn't lift it when you threw it?!

This is clearly a blatant and utterly perfunctory provocation!
Qian Daoliu's eyes twitched violently a few times, his chest heaving. He suppressed his almost bursting anger and stared intently at Xuan Ming: "Xuan Ming! Do you take me for a three-year-old child?!"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself," Xuanming said calmly.

"Look how heavy it is."

Qian Daoliu stared at the golden trident that was deeply embedded in the ground and exuded a vast and powerful aura, his eyes shifting with uncertainty.

He naturally didn't believe Xuanming's nonsense about "not being able to lift it," but the aura emanating from this divine weapon did indeed make him feel uneasy.

As a level 99 peerless Douluo and the guardian of the Angel God, his perception of divine artifacts far surpasses that of ordinary people.

This golden trident is a divine weapon!
Moreover, does this seem familiar?
Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, took a step forward, and arrived in front of the Trident of Poseidon. He took a deep breath, and the holy light of the angels around him shone brightly again, even more dazzling than before! He stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the golden halberd shaft.

It feels cold to the touch and heavy to the touch.

Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed, and his powerful soul force erupted from his body. His arm muscles bulged, and he pulled upwards with force!
Om-!
The Trident of Poseidon trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, but... it remained completely still!
Qian Daoliu's expression changed slightly, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes. Although he hadn't used his full strength, he had still exerted seven or eight tenths of his power—enough to shake mountains and sever rivers! Yet he couldn't budge this trident even an inch?!
"Drink!" Qian Daoliu shouted, no longer holding back, pouring his terrifying soul power—the power of a level 99 Peerless Douluo—into his arms without reservation! Brilliant angelic light completely enveloped him, and a sacred and majestic aura swept across the entire plaza!

The veins on his arms bulged, and the ground beneath his feet cracked and collapsed again due to the immense force!
however--

The trident of Poseidon remained firmly embedded in the earth, as if it had taken root there, without even the slightest tremor!

"This...how is this possible?!" Qian Daoliu finally exclaimed in shock, his old face filled with horror and disbelief! He had exerted all his strength, and he really...couldn't lift it?!
The surrounding Light Feather Douluo and other enshrined figures were also dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances with eyes full of astonishment and doubt.

They knew the Grand Elder's strength all too well, yet he couldn't even lift a single weapon?!
Xuanming was also puzzled by this scene.

Although the Trident of Poseidon weighs 108,000 jin, surely it's not so heavy that Qian Daoliu couldn't lift it even if he went all out?
"..."

"What are you looking at me doing?"

In the realm of gods, within the temple.

The gods all turned their gazes toward Poseidon.

“He’s just a servant of an angel god. If I let him actually lift my trident, wouldn’t I have no shame?” Poseidon said irritably.

One hundred and eight thousand catties! This is not merely a simple weight, but also contains the divine power and will of the sea god! Those not approved by the sea god, even with immense strength, cannot budge it in the slightest!
Xuanming was able to lift this thing by brute force because he had fused with the Heart of the Sea God, and he did not stop him.

Others? Do they really think this sea god has no pride?
The fact that Poseidon's Trident didn't unleash a counterattack was already out of respect for the Angel God!
Otherwise, how could just anyone touch the divine artifact of the Sea God?

(End of this chapter)