Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

This angel lady probably doesn't know that the more aloof she is, the more likely she is to arouse others' desire to conquer her?

Fortunately, I was still quite clear-headed, otherwise I would have been fooled by her cold demeanor.

Tang Shan secretly rejoiced, but his momentary silence led Golden Crocodile Douluo to completely misunderstand, taking it as his tacit agreement.

"Kid, many of our people are that girl's elders. If you perform well, you might actually succeed."

Golden Crocodile Douluo wore a bright smile.

"No, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, I'm not..."

Tang Shan suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly explained loudly, but Golden Crocodile Douluo interrupted him with a smile: "It's okay, I understand. Everyone loves beauty, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Alright, we've arrived. Show your best later, especially your internal martial arts, you'd better give it a good demonstration."

Tangshan?! How did Golden Crocodile Douluo become like this? Wasn't he the most senior person in the Spirit Hall? He was always serious and rigid, how did he become such an disrespectful old man?

The flight speed gradually decreased, and a valley slowly appeared before Tangshan...

Chapter 246 Offering or Elder, the Lion Douluo's Trial

This is a vast and boundless valley, where clouds and mist surge and swirl, layer upon layer, blurring the sky and earth into a hazy hue.

Tang Shan was somewhat surprised. He had originally thought that Golden Crocodile Douluo would definitely take him to the Hall of Worship, but now that he was here, it was clear that he had overestimated things.

"This is where we often practice, and it is also a special training ground for cultivating some of the Spirit Hall's genius soul masters."

Although the conditions were somewhat harsh, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still quite abundant.

Upon hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's reminder, Tang Shan subconsciously opened his senses to feel the concentration of the spiritual energy in this area.

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo said, the spiritual energy here is indeed much more abundant than in other places. Wisps of spiritual energy surround the body, and even inhaling them feels refreshing and mellow.

"Of course, I just brought you here today to take a look. Whether the environment is harsh or not has little to do with you."

As the words fell, the two figures slowly descended. Jagged rocks came into Tangshan's view one after another. The ravines and cliffs were as if carved by a knife and axe. The deep swamps shimmered with a dark green light. Only a rusty iron chain spanned the two mountains, connecting a rickety suspension bridge. In the distance, thick black smoke billowed from the crater, and scorching waves of heat rushed towards them...

Even without seeing the specific training programs, Tang Shan could already imagine the terrifying trials that the geniuses of the Spirit Hall would endure here.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures were about to reach the ground. Tang Shan looked up and saw six figures lined up in the open space, their postures upright, their gazes fixed on him and Golden Crocodile Douluo as they slowly descended.

The middle-aged man leading the group was someone Tang Shan recognized—he had met him once when Golden Crocodile Douluo took him back with the Golden Behemoth Soul Ring. Based on his guess, this man should be Qian Renxue's grandfather, Qian Daoliu, the High Priest of the Angel God.

Beside him stood five elderly men of varying heights and builds, each with their own unique aura, all gazing intently at Tang Shan as they scrutinized him from head to toe, as if trying to see through him inside and out.

Facing the gazes of five titled Douluo of at least level 96, even without any release of pressure, Tang Shan still felt an immense pressure, as heavy as a mountain, silently enveloping him.

Fortunately, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo did not exert any pressure on him, which eased the suffocating heaviness and allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

despair!

Golden Crocodile Douluo landed steadily with Tang Shan on his back. The playful smile he had shown when teasing Tang Shan earlier had vanished, replaced by a calm and stern expression.

Apart from Qian Daoliu, the other five elders all withdrew their gazes from Tang Shan, stepped forward, and bowed slightly to Golden Crocodile Douluo, showing their respect.

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly, then turned to Qian Daoliu and bowed slightly as well. Qian Daoliu swayed and easily dodged the bow.

"Second Elder, your cultivation is now on par with mine, why perform such a grand ceremony?"

Qian Daoliu said this to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

As for why they were called "Second Elder" instead of "Second Venerable," it was to prevent Tang Shan from associating the word "Venerable" with the Hall of Venerables. So, in front of Tang Shan, they simply addressed each other as "Elders" for the time being. After all, there were already quite a few elders in the Spirit Hall, so a few more or less wouldn't make a difference.

"You are the Grand Elder, and proper etiquette must not be disregarded."

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke in a deep voice, his tone respectful yet composed.

After speaking, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Tang Shan, and began to introduce the elders in front of him to Tang Shan.

"Tangshan, this is the Grand Elder. He is extremely powerful and is the backbone of our force."

Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed at Qian Daoliu and said this.

"Greetings, Grand Elder."

Tang Shan bowed respectfully, displaying a humble demeanor.

"This is the Third Elder, you can also call him Elder Qingluan."

Elder Qingluan was an elderly man with a perfectly proportioned physique, neither too tall nor too fat, neither too short nor too thin. His aura was peaceful, giving people a sense of natural harmony. However, his sharp, eagle-like eyes were the most eye-catching. His gaze was piercing, as if he could see through people's hearts and see through all illusions and falsehoods.

"This is the Fourth Elder, Elder Lion."

The Lion Douluo was extremely imposing, with thick, fiery red hair and beard, each hair standing upright like an inextinguishable flame, resembling the majestic mane of a lion. Even before moving, he exuded a fierce and domineering aura. He possessed a body as developed and powerful as an iron tower, with large, thick hands and clearly defined knuckles, his entire being radiating an awe-inspiring presence.

"This is the Fifth Elder, Elder Guangling."

Guangling Douluo has a slender and upright figure, and his body is not burly, but the muscle lines of his arms are very smooth and obvious. They are not knotted with explosive power like those of the Lion Douluo, but coordinated and flexible, sharp and agile, revealing hidden explosive power.

He has a pair of eyes as clear as glass. If the eyes of the Azure Phoenix Douluo are like those of a sharp divine bird, then the eyes of the Light Feather Douluo are like a clear and spotless mirror, seemingly peaceful, yet able to reflect all things in the world.

"This is the Sixth Elder, Qianjun, and this is the Seventh Elder, Jiangmo. They are twin brothers."

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo have completely identical figures and appearances. Both are of medium build and have a reserved temperament. The only way to distinguish between the two is to see which hand they hold the Martial Soul Coiling Dragon Staff.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo holds it in his left hand, while the Demon-Slaying Douluo holds it in his right hand.

They were the two most ordinary-looking and unassuming among the worshippers, but their upright backs and bright, spirited eyes highlighted their extraordinary qualities.

Tang Shan greeted these worshippers one by one. In his view, these were all top pioneers on the path of martial spirit cultivation, worthy of his respect. Perhaps his future cultivation path would rely heavily on these worshippers.

Azure Phoenix Douluo and Light Feather Douluo merely nodded slightly in greeting, their expressions indifferent, revealing no specific emotions. Lion Douluo, on the other hand, circled around Tang Shan, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a searching look in his eyes.

The two Douluo, Qianjun and Jiangmo, watched Tang Shan walk, sit, and lie down with curiosity, their eyes fixed on his shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen, seemingly very curious about his unique method of generating internal force.

The calm on the field was broken first by Lion Douluo. He stepped forward, his aura filled with oppressive force, his gaze fixed intently on Tang Shan, his voice old yet loud as a bell: "Are you Tang Shan?"

"I am Tangshan."

Tang Shan smiled, remained calm, and answered with neither arrogance nor servility.

"I heard you fought a Soul Master against a Soul Saint and won?"

Lion Douluo continued to ask questions, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Just lucky."

Tangshan answered modestly.

"lucky?"

Lion Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze scrutinizing Tang Shan: "There's no such thing as luck when it comes to strength. I know that Soul Saint, a little bear, the Immovable King, is definitely not weak."

Hey kid, you seem to be in pretty good shape. How about we have a spar?

"I have the same physical attributes and the same soul power as you. I can awaken my martial soul and use self-created soul skills, but I won't use soul rings. How about that?"

Tang Shan never expected that the Lion Douluo's test would come so soon after he arrived. He felt a chill in his heart and turned his questioning gaze to the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice transmission rang in Tang Shan's ears at just the right moment: "Kid, just accept it without worry, there will be no danger."

Upon hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, Tang Shan felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He immediately turned to Lion Douluo, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Then please give me your guidance, senior."

The Lion Douluo snorted coldly, and his body was instantly engulfed in blazing red flames. The flames leaped and shot forward, and his body expanded rapidly at a visible speed. His already strong muscles became even more bulging and prominent, each muscle as solid as refined iron. The burning flames were scorching hot, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted by the heat. Clearly, the Martial Soul, the Fiery Lion, had possessed him.

Tang Shan's expression turned serious. After all, Lion Douluo was a level 97 Title Douluo. Even if he didn't use his spirit rings, his physical attributes were on the same level as Tang Shan's. However, the opponent's combat experience and fighting skills accumulated over many years were not so easy to deal with. What followed was likely to be a fierce and head-on battle.

Splash!

A clear, surging sound of blood flowing emanated from Tang Shan's body. The powerful qi and blood throughout his body flowed like rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converging towards his dantian. At the Shangqu acupoint, it suddenly collapsed inward, condensing to its extreme like a cosmic singularity.

Boom!

A deep, muffled sound exploded from Tang Shan's body, like the beginning of creation or the explosion of the universe. Terrifying power burst forth from the singularity, and the power, so abundant that it reached its limit, instantly swept through his limbs and bones, filling every muscle in his body.

Click!

The sounds of bones popping and cracking were continuous and crisp. His tendons and bones stretched like a bow, and his muscles contracted and tightened rapidly. Taking advantage of the explosive state of his dantian, Tang Shan's body also expanded and grew taller rapidly, and his aura rose steadily.

His five fingers grew thicker and thicker, the knuckles protruding like steel. His burly body was as steady as a mountain, containing immense power capable of overturning rivers and seas. His hands clenched into fists, and his bones cracked again.

His arms were like iron spears, powerful and unmatched, and his thighs were like iron-cast stone pillars, as steady as Mount Tai. Although the battle had not yet officially begun, a fierce aura was already emanating from Tang Shan, which was in stark contrast to the fiery and domineering Lion Douluo.

……

The black gate was luxurious and ancient, its mottled marks revealing its long history.

A pair of delicate hands rested on the dark and heavy door, paused for a moment, and then slowly opened it.

Although the door was heavy, it opened silently, allowing a sliver of sunlight to shine into the gloomy and dimly lit hall.

The luxurious carpet and the burning lights made the exquisite and majestic figure at the end of the field of vision appear even more noble.

Qian Renxue walked calmly into the Papal Palace, her feet making a soft sound as they scraped against the ground.

The door behind him closed silently, and the dignified figure who had been lost in thought finally raised his head.

"You've arrived?"

Bibi Dong looked at the stunningly beautiful figure standing quietly at the door, a fleeting, indescribable emotion flashing in her eyes before finally settling into calm. Though she was asking a question, her expression remained completely undisturbed.

"I am coming."

Qian Renxue's answer was equally brief.

"You shouldn't have come."

Bibi Dong clenched her fists slightly, her tone remaining indifferent.

"But I still came."

Qian Renxue raised her head and met the gaze directly into the eyes of the figure on the throne, dressed in a magnificent papal robe, without flinching.

Instinctively, Bibi Dong subconsciously avoided that sharp gaze, her voice slightly trembling: "You've changed so much?"

"People are always changing, or rather, do you think you know me very well?"

Xue Qinghe walked slowly forward, approaching step by step, his voice as calm as possible.

Bibi Dong clearly couldn't answer Qian Renxue's question. She remained silent for a moment before finally speaking, "What brings you here?"

Why target Tangshan?

Qian Renxue got straight to the point from the very beginning.

"I just want to see what makes the Soul Venerable and Soul Saint so exceptionally talented, and whether their battle record is fabricated."

Bibi Dong's reason was very high-sounding, but it made Qian Renxue sneer.

"Tch! You claim to have fabricated battle records? Ning Fengzhi and I witnessed this with our own eyes. Tell me how you could fabricate them? Bibi Dong, your reason is not convincing at all, you know?"