Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 94 Tang Hao? He doesn't deserve the name Haotian Douluo! Poseidon: Sea God? Disgusting!
The scene changes, the camera suddenly zooms out, piercing through layers of clouds and reaching the highest heavens.

There, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Wei Tianchen stood in the void, his clothes fluttering. There were no earth-shattering soul rings shining around him, only a faint purple-gold halo that seemed to transcend heaven and earth.

Wei Tianchen's gaze was indifferent as ice. Holding the seemingly ordinary but exuding an aura of destruction and annihilation, he looked down at the Douluo Continent below as if he were looking at a group of ants.

At Wei Tianchen's fingertips, a wisp of purple-gold light was slowly dissipating.

That was the source of the "purple meteor" that had just fallen toward Poseidon.

Soul Masters and ordinary people across the entire continent were stunned the moment they saw this face.

After a brief silence, there was a gasp of disbelief.

"This...isn't this Wei Tianchen?!"

"That's right!
That's Wei Tianchen, the one who defeated Haotian Douluo Tang Hao before!

This guy looks even stronger than before!
Also, isn't he on Poseidon Island?
What is he doing in Douluo Continent?!

"What Haotian Douluo? I heard that after Tang Hao left the Sky Arena, his cultivation level dropped to the Soul Douluo level. Now he's just a piece of trash!"

"After Tang Hao lost an arm, his strength was greatly reduced."

He's just an ordinary Contra player now.

Tang Xiao is even learning the Haotian Techniques, preparing to become the new Haotian Douluo.

Tang Hao?

He's just a piece of trash now!

The spies from the Spirit Hall who had infiltrated the Clear Sky Sect scoffed inwardly.

"What does Wei Tianchen want? Did he come to find Poseidon to duel with her?"

The murderous intent emanating from Wei Tianchen's indifferent eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone who looked at him through the screen.

……

Haotian Sect, a place shrouded in mystery.

A biting wind howls atop a treacherous peak, perpetually covered in snow.

Two imposing figures stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, gazing up at the sky.

One of them was tall and had a resolute face; it was Tang Xiao.

Beside Tang Xiao was a one-armed man wearing a tattered black robe, with a stubble beard, looking somewhat dejected.

It was Tang Hao.

The moment Wei Tianchen's indifferent face clearly came into Tang Hao's view.

Tang Hao's body, which was originally as stable as a rock, suddenly trembled violently!
"Well!!"

A muffled groan escaped from deep in his throat.

Tang Hao's face turned deathly pale instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Tang Hao instinctively covered his severed left arm, which was now only a small section, with his right arm.

There, the old wounds, fueled by fear and agitation, were frantically attacking his meridians.

A sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat, almost spurting out, but Tang Hao gritted his teeth and swallowed it back.

That face...

That look...

Although separated by a screen and thousands of miles, Tang Hao still felt a chill that came from the depths of his soul, as if he had returned to the arena that day, feeling a sense of powerlessness that arose from the bottom of his heart.

He felt even more powerless and suffocated than when facing the combined attack of Qian Xunji and several titled Douluo.

It wasn't just because of the power Wei Tianchen displayed, but also because his face was slowly merging with the face of "Wei Yuan" from the previous analysis of Tianmu.

It was a suppression from the very source of one's bloodline, an instinctive fear akin to a mouse seeing a cat.

"Second brother! What's wrong?!"

Tang Xiao, standing nearby, was shocked and quickly supported the swaying Tang Hao, rapidly channeling his powerful soul energy into Tang Hao's body to help suppress his turbulent blood and qi. "How could your injuries suddenly worsen so drastically?"

Is the injury not yet fully under control? ..."

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao's pale face, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Tang Hao took a deep breath and, with the help of Tang Xiao's soul power, barely managed to calm the turbulent blood and qi within his body.

Tang Hao slowly raised his head, avoiding the figure in the sky, his voice hoarse:

"No...it's nothing, big brother."

Tang Hao wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering, but he did not reveal his true fear.

"It's just that... seeing such a powerful person stimulated me a bit, causing my blood to churn and my body to react."

Tang Hao lied.

He didn't dare to say.

The feeling was too strange, as if the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit that he was so proud of was emitting a mournful cry of "submission" the moment he saw that man.

"Stimulate?"

Tang Xiao frowned, looked up at Wei Tianchen in the sky, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"Wei Tianchen seems even stronger than before. His visit to Poseidon this time is clearly ill-intentioned. We can just sit back and watch the two tigers fight!"

"Second brother, you mustn't get angry again. Your injuries..."

Tang Hao waved his hand to indicate that he was alright, but the hand hidden under the sleeve of his black robe was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Above the sky, as if to match the world's shock, golden light particles rapidly converged beside Wei Tianchen's proud figure, transforming into a huge, semi-transparent information box that clearly floated in the sky.

Every word struck like a heavy hammer into everyone's hearts:
Name: Wei Tianchen

[Cultivation Level: Level 99 Limit Douluo (Demigod Realm)]

[Weapon: Dragon Halberd of Annihilation (Super Artifact)]

[Overall Combat Strength Assessment: Quasi-God]

"A demigod?! A quasi-god?!"

Are you kidding me? When did it become possible to cultivate this level of soul power so quickly?!
I remember, Wei Tianchen was only level 97 just a few days ago, wasn't he?

Even a Soul Master who hasn't reached level ten couldn't possibly cultivate this fast!

"Super artifact?!
What level of weapon is that?

It sounds countless times more terrifying than the Clear Sky Hammer!

On the continent, countless Soul Masters gasped in shock.

For most people, being a Title Douluo is the pinnacle, being a Level 99 Limit Douluo is legendary, and the word "god" is an unattainable taboo.

Today, these two words are so blatantly labeled on a young man.

The once azure sky was tinged with an eerie and domineering purplish-gold hue because of Wei Tianchen's appearance.

Poseidon slowly walked out of the tavern, feeling slightly depressed.

Poseidon could clearly sense that Wei Tianchen's mental power had locked onto her.

This undisguised aggression terrified her.

"Damn..."

Poseidon gritted her teeth, a surge of indescribable frustration and resentment welling up inside her.

She was unwilling to use the power that the sea god had given her.

But now, at this critical juncture of life and death, she has no choice but to once again rely on the power of that deity who disgusts her.

"Sea God... Martial Soul, manifest!"

Poseidon gave a low shout, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and determination.

(End of this chapter)