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

Chapter 359 Tang Chen's Death
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"With this crippled body... and this final blow from this old man..." Tang Chen slowly raised his right hand. In the palm that once held the Clear Sky Hammer and defeated all the heroes under heaven, the extremely condensed Asura God Power, his own life's worth of soul power, and the last power provided by the burning origin of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King began to converge wildly!
"Sending you...on your way!!"

A massive, dark red hammer, spanning the heavens and earth, condensed above his head, carrying the energy of judgment and destruction!
This attack combined all the remaining strength of Tang Chen and the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, representing the final burning of their life and will, and its power had already transcended the boundaries of the mortal world!

"Send me on my way?" Xuanming slowly stood up and looked at the devastating Haotian's true form in the sky.

"You too?"

"Blood Spear!"

With a low shout, the dark red spear in his hand suddenly erupted with an unprecedented ferocious aura!
A dark red light shot into the sky, as if a primordial beast, thoroughly enraged, had awakened!

Om-! ! !
The blood spear trembled violently, and the dark red patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, transforming into countless tiny blood-red dragon shadows that roared silently! An abyssal aura, deeper and purer than the Killing Domain, suddenly erupted!
At the same time, the million-year-old Abyss Dragon Emperor's torso bone inside his body suddenly trembled! Deep, dark purple dragon patterns rapidly spread and materialized on his body, transforming into a dark purple dragon king armor that covered his entire body, with a ferocious shape and exuding primordial dragon might—the Abyss Dragon Emperor's Body!

Below, in the ruins of the Slaughter City, which had been completely destroyed by divine lightning, the vast blood energy, resentment, and the purest killing essence energy, formed from the annihilation of countless fallen lives and souls, which had permeated the air and soaked the earth, seemed to be summoned by a king. They transformed into visible dark red torrents, flowing madly towards Xuan Ming and the blood spear in his hand, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea!
Before the energy that had just been destroyed could completely dissipate, it was forcibly plundered and absorbed by Xuanming using the devouring properties of the Abyss Dragon Emperor!
His soul power, which had been nearly depleted due to the infusion of divine lightning, was rapidly restored and replenished at a visible speed under the infusion of this massive blood energy, becoming even more turbulent than before!
The blood spear hummed and trembled, its shaft becoming even darker and deeper red, as if it had drunk its fill of blood, radiating a ferocious power that could freeze one's soul!
"Slaughtering Soul!"

Xuanming's dark red seventh soul ring—the Killing Ring—suddenly shone brightly!
Om-!
A dark red killing spirit, hundreds of meters tall, instantly materialized, majestic and chilling, like a killing god or demon descending to earth!
On the surface of this killing war spirit, the dark purple dragon king armor, manifested from the torso bones of the Abyss Dragon Emperor, was also covered, adding endless antiquity and domineering power!

Immediately afterwards, Xuanming fully activated the original skill inherent in the Abyss Dragon Emperor's torso bones—Dragon Emperor Devouring the World!
boom! ! !
Centered on Xuanming, it was as if an invisible black hole had appeared. The energy in the surrounding world, whether it was the remaining power of thunder, the dissipated blood energy, or even the pervasive destructive fluctuations, all rushed towards the hundred-meter-tall battle spirit like crazy, without any restraint or violence!

With such a massive influx of energy, the Killing Soul's body solidified at an astonishing speed, and its aura soared wildly like a rocket, instantly breaking through the limit of the mortal realm and briefly, yet undeniably, stepping into that mysterious and profound realm—the God level!
At this moment, Xuanming transformed into a hundred-meter-tall killing dragon emperor battle spirit, clad in abyss dragon armor, wielding a ferocious blood spear, surrounded by a violent energy vortex, his aura having reached the god-level!
Although it was only a temporary boost from external forces, its power already surpassed Tang Chen's life-burning strike!
"Roar--!!"

Tang Chen's remaining will roared in unwillingness and despair, and he slammed the dark red Haotian True Body, which contained all the power of him and the parasite, down fiercely towards Xuan Ming!

This hammer blow was his final act, his last stand against the injustice of fate!
Faced with this earth-shattering hammer blow, the Killing Dragon Emperor Battle Soul that Xuanming had transformed into simply and without any fancy moves thrust out the huge blood spear in his hand, which had devoured endless blood and expanded to match the size of the battle soul, straight at the Haotian Hammer!

There are no techniques, no dodging, only the purest and most extreme power colliding with the very essence of killing!

Spear tip against hammer tip!
boom--!!!!!!

An indescribable roar erupted! Dark red energy shockwaves swept outwards like a tsunami, plowing through the already ravaged valley once more, tearing up layers of the ground and violently distorting space!

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

The next moment, in Tang Chen's incredulous gaze, his Haotian True Body, which had accumulated his life's cultivation and life force, shattered and disintegrated inch by inch from the center of the collision with the blood spear, just like broken glass!
Meanwhile, Xuanming's blood spear, carrying an unstoppable killing intent and divine power, pierced through the collapsing Haotian's true form with overwhelming force, its momentum undiminished, instantly bridging the distance between them—

*Thud!* The blood spear pierced Tang Chen's barely repaired, yet already riddled-with-holes chest with precision and ruthlessness!
"Ugh...!" Tang Chen let out a short, painful groan, his eyes quickly losing their sparkle.

He could feel that the immense Asura divine power, the source of slaughter, and even his own life essence within his body were being frantically drawn out and devoured by the blood spear inserted into his body!
On the blood spear, the crimson dragon shadows seemed to come alive, emitting greedy hisses and frantically sucking up all the energy within the body!
Tang Chen's body withered and shriveled at a visible rate. His eyes, which had just regained their clarity, were filled with endless pain, resentment, and a trace of... bewilderment at finally being free.

Decades of decline and endless torment finally... came to an end in this way.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

Once hailed as the invincible Haotian Douluo, a powerful figure who dominated an era, ultimately met his end in this way above the ruins he considered a prison and a place of shame, even his power becoming nourishment for his enemies.

Within a few breaths, Tang Chen's body completely turned into a withered, dried corpse, which then turned to ashes in the breeze and vanished without a trace.

After absorbing such a massive amount of energy, the blood spear's dark red light became even deeper and more restrained, and the pressure it exuded even made Bibi Dong and Gu Yuena, who were standing nearby, feel a sense of unease.

Xuanming deactivated his killing spirit state and slowly returned to the ground.

He did not immediately adjust his breathing, but instead frowned slightly, feeling the surging, cold and domineering Asura divine power within the blood spear, while his gaze fell on the place where Tang Chen had just disappeared.

There, a giant sword, over two meters long, entirely blood-red, and with an ancient and ferocious design, lay silently in the scorched ground, emanating a chilling aura of slaughter and a faint divine artifact aura.

It is the Asura Demon Sword!

“Strange…” Xuanming muttered to himself, a hint of confusion flashing in his icy blue eyes, “Why didn’t he use this sword just now?”

He had just gone to great lengths to forcefully elevate himself to godhood by invoking the Dragon Emperor's Devouring Realm, primarily to guard against the sharpness of this legendary divine artifact—the Asura Demon Sword.

If Tang Chen were to unleash the power of the Asura Demon Sword at its peak, its power would far surpass that of the Haotian True Body he had just condensed.

If Tang Chen were to use this sword, he knew that even if he could win, it would not be so easy. He would have to pay a much higher price and might even be seriously injured.

But Tang Chen deliberately abandoned this strongest weapon and chose to confront it head-on with Haotian's true form... This is illogical.

Moreover, Xuanming clearly remembered that when the blood spear pierced Tang Chen's body, the physical strength he felt was much stronger than that of an ordinary Title Douluo, but it was far from the "demigod's body" he knew, and far inferior to the body of Poseidon on Seagod Island that had been tempered by the light of the sea god.

(End of this chapter)