Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 378 Tang San's Trembling (4000)

Tang San has virtually no control over space; he cannot move freely like Fang Ling.

In order not to get lost in the endless void, they could only return to the mainland through a few exits of the City of Slaughter.

Tang San took the passage closer to the Star Luo Empire.

Using his divine sense to perceive the situation in the world, he rapidly headed towards Xingluo City, the capital of the Xingluo Empire, where the most stubborn resistance was concentrated.

Above Xingluo City, a streak of blood-red light came to a halt before everyone's eyes.

As the light faded, one could see that the newcomer's eyes were mostly red, and the divine armor covered with spikes was adorned with extremely intricate killing runes.

He held a blood-red greatsword that gleamed with a chilling light in his hand.

Eight scarlet wings fluttered behind him; these were the Asura Eight Wings, transformed from the divine-level soul bone, the Eight Spider Spears.

The liquid blood was too viscous and flowed irregularly, appearing somewhat ferocious and bloody, giving people a sense of brutality and terror, inspiring awe.

The moment Tang San arrived, a black and red halo accompanied by a fierce killing intent spread out.

He directly activated the Asura Divine Domain, his eyes blazing like fire, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Ling.

Upon its appearance, it displayed an arrogant and domineering attitude, intending to overwhelm everything with its absolute power and wipe out all the troops and soul masters of the Martial Soul Empire in the area.

"You have no martial ethics, Tang San." Fang Ling saw through his sinister intentions.

A faint light flickered in his eyes, and a gray-gold deathly aura spread out, blocking the murderous aura that had condensed into a blood tiger, transformed into a Rakshasa, and formed bloody spikes like sharp sword blades.

At the same time, the glaring malice was also blocked.

"If I'm not mistaken, you inherited a pure Asura Godhood?" Fang Ling feigned confusion. "Then what is this black thing?"

The gray mist condensed into a hand, which it swung away, then restrained a wisp of swirling, leaping black mist.

The black mist is not mist; it is the embodiment of Tang San's resentment and has nothing to do with the Asura God's position.

"This severely hinders the effectiveness of the Asura God's position! How unwise!"

Fang Ling was openly mocking him.

"You bastard!" Tang San scolded, attempting to use the Asura God Domain and Fang Ling's attack to counter the Death God Domain.

However, he had only just become a priest, and his divine realm had only reached Lv10.

If fully empowered by the God-King Law, it can be upgraded to Lv11.

Unfortunately, hatred weighed him down, binding him like iron chains, making it difficult for the laws he released through his divine position to fully unleash their power, greatly diminishing their effectiveness.

They could resist Qian Renxue's Sun God Domain, but how could they withstand Fang Ling's Lv11 Death God Domain?

Under the expectant gazes of countless people in the Star Luo Empire, the crimson radiance was crushed almost instantly upon colliding with the gray-gold light.

The light, like the brilliance in Tang San's eyes, flickered uncertainly, as if it were about to collapse.

"How could we have suffered such a crushing defeat?" he asked, his expression one of shock and horror.

The divine headband on his forehead continued to shine, and his divine thoughts and power poured out like a waterfall, barely managing to stop the precarious situation.

Even so, the Asura God Realm was forcibly compressed to one-tenth of its original size.

If it weren't for the surge in divine power after becoming a god that allowed him to control his facial expression, he probably would have made a fool of himself.

Tang San didn't care; his mind raced.

"Not bad, Tang San," Fang Ling praised.

For him, it was nothing more than using a level 11 domain to crush a level 10 domain.

It was something that came easily to me.

It would be amazing if Tang San could withstand it.

Even if the laws of the divine position cannot be fully utilized, one still possesses such abilities, demonstrating exceptional talent and deserving to be included in my Netherworld God Kingdom.

Tang San didn't care; the Star Luo Empire was above all else.

They were stunned into silence as the red light dissipated.

This includes Tang Xiao, Tang San's uncle and the sect leader of the Haotian Sect, who is closest to him; Yu Xiaogang, whose body is already three-quarters buried in the ground and who is about to die; Tang Yuehua, Tang San's aunt with a gentle temperament and a haggard face; Dai Mubai, the crown prince of the Star Luo Empire; and so on.

Everyone's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Tang San's performance suggested he was about to lose.

Isn't he the God King?

Isn't the Asura God a god-king?

The people of the Star Luo Empire, who had persevered with unwavering enthusiasm, were nearly suffocating, their only hope being that Tang San would turn the tide.

Their knees buckled instantly, as if a sharp knife had suddenly been plunged into their livers, and waves of near-death sensations permeated their helpless hearts.

"Fang Ling, don't be so smug! You've only benefited from becoming a god ahead of time. How dare you act so arrogantly here?" Tang San hypnotized himself, thinking that as long as he defeated Fang Ling, everything would be fine.

Then he said fiercely.

"The strength of a domain doesn't mean anything; everything should be judged by combat power!"

"Well said!" Fang Ling praised, looking at Tang San who was always ready to strike. "In this world, might makes right."

He glanced at Ah Yin, who had come to witness Tang San's death after transforming into human form, and his tone was filled with emotion.

"It's been far too long for you to become a god!"

"Seeing the deep hatred and murderous intent you harbor towards me, then use all your strength to please me!"

What Tang San found most intolerable was Fang Ling's consistently arrogant attitude and domineering manner.

Before becoming a god, this was the case, no doubt about it; back then, he couldn't beat them either.

However, if you continue like this after becoming a god, then I've wasted my time becoming a god.

"Fang Ling, I have ascended to godhood!" Tang San's chilling voice echoed across the sky.

At the same time, he rapidly reviewed all the skills passed down in his mind.

He had no time to chat with Fang Ling; driven by hatred, he was ready to strike at any moment.

This is merely a temporary measure to lower Fang Ling's guard and prepare for a surprise attack.

"I know, I know, you don't need to emphasize it like a naughty child." Fang Ling coaxed him like a child, taking in all the changes in Tang San's body's energy.

This is one of the few opportunities for Tang San to shine.

With a 100% chance of winning and a series of underhanded skills, Fang Ling knew all of Tang San's trump cards and didn't care about the weak's helpless cries.

"You deserve to die, Fang Ling!" Tang San was so angry at this nonchalant attitude that his three corpses jumped up in a rage.

Am I so worthless that I'm completely unworthy of your attention?

We can't wait any longer, not even a second longer!

That bastard's words are infuriating.

Having already mastered the skills that a Shura God should possess, it's time to test my skills on Fang Ling!

Enraged, Tang San's spirit surged, and his pupils, which were neither black nor red, shone with a sinister light.

In an instant, his dark red eyes shot out two jets of resentment as black as ink.

Driven by divine will, the mental impact is mixed with intense emotions that only a god could give birth to, and it strikes without warning, zero frames away, which is a fatal blow to anyone below the level of a god.

"Such powerful strength!" Qian Daoliu, the Necromancer of the Martial Soul Empire, couldn't help but exclaim.

Anyone who has cultivated to the level of a Title Douluo is terrified of this.

Tang San's mental attack was aimed directly at Fang Ling, but even the slightest leak of his aura was enough to plunge someone into a dreamlike state of being torn to pieces and subjected to a bloody storm.

Resentment weakened Tang San's control over the Asura God's position, but it also corrupted his divine sense.

If Qian Renxue hadn't promptly unleashed the holy light of the sun to purify the situation, all the spectators from the Martial Soul Empire would have suffered severe injuries from that attack.

"Watch out!" someone exclaimed from the side.

"You don't need to worry about your husband!" Qian Renxue carefully observed the attack and curled her lip in disdain.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he commented:

"It looks impressive, but it's actually just so-so."

"This move shouldn't be a legacy from the Asura God, but rather originates from a head-shaped soul bone skill, and is therefore greatly limited!"

God's vision is different from that of ordinary people; He can see the world clearly, understand all things, and comprehend more from a high vantage point.

Tang San's move is essentially an improvement on the head-bone skill, Spiritual Fire.

One must concentrate and use the erroneously evolved Purple Demon Eye to unleash a mental shock with amplified power.

Qian Renxue parted her lips slightly: "Gods have divine armor, and judging from the strength and explosive energy of this skill, the head soul bone that makes up one of Tang San's Shura Divine Armor should just be an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul bone."

"For ordinary soul masters, suppressing them with divine sense would be a sure kill, but my husband's strength is beyond what ordinary people can imagine."

In other words, you have enough skill and control, but your burst damage is too weak. You can beat noobs, but you're trash at the same level.

"How do I compare to you?" Dugu Yan asked.

"My spirit is lacking, and I'm afraid I can't defeat Tang San in terms of overall strength," Qian Renxue said, her eyes slightly narrowed, without reservation.

Even if Tang San is weakened, the laws he follows are those of the God King, while the Sun Angel God still lacks in terms of laws.

They can fight and won't be instantly killed, but victory is difficult.

If Tang San were to use his Divine Ring to detonate his rings, Qian Renxue would definitely be no match for him.

As for Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God, it goes without saying that he is naturally countered by her.

Even if Tang San is this weak, Rakshasa God is still destined to lose.

Perhaps a two-on-one fight between him and his daughter Qian Renxue could put them to a stand against Tang San?

Against the azure sky, watching the overwhelming spiritual impact, Fang Ling's lips curled into a contemptuous smile, his eyes also blazing with an intense, concentrated force.

With the support of a million-year-old head soul bone and several million-year-old soul rings, plus countless undead undergoing transformation within the Undead God Kingdom.

His mental strength is now undoubtedly the strongest; no one can compete with him in terms of spiritual power!

The Silver Dragon King is a soul beast and an old relic from the past, so it doesn't count.

The red and black intertwined resentful light and the gray and gold light collided. Tang San's performance was extremely poor. He didn't even have a moment to resist. The black and red intertwined divine sense impact was directly pierced through by Fang Ling's powerful divine sense!

The Annihilation Impact struck Tang San squarely on the forehead with lightning speed, beyond his ability to react.

boom--!

In an instant, Tang San's brain roared, and his mental sea trembled violently.

Amidst the intense, tearing pain, he vaguely heard a shattering sound.

"How is that possible?"

Only one thought remained in my mind.

His consciousness was scattered and seemed to explode. Tang San almost had his head blown off by a divine thought attack and died on the spot.

When he woke up, his mind was blank, as if he were in a void of chaos, as if everything in the world was just an illusion, and everything around him was extremely unreal.

Once again recalling the illusion he experienced when receiving the divine inheritance, an unprecedented terror seized his mind, and Tang San struggled desperately in fear.

Having already become a god, how could he possibly be trapped in such an illusion!

Are we going to be tortured by Fang Ling like a dead dog again?

His consciousness suddenly contracted, and Tang San regained his senses, his divine sense instantly sweeping across his mental sea.

There was no sign of rupture; only the waves of his divine sense were gently undulating.

It turned out to be just an illusion.

With his tension eased slightly, only a moment had passed. Staring at Fang Ling, who had a smile on his face, Tang San gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly, his expression grave: "Your little tricks are quite impressive."

"Again!"

With a loud shout, Tang San transformed into a streak of cold, rainbow light and charged straight at Fang Ling.

A blood-red aura of slaughter surged into the sky, unparalleled killing intent erupting forth.

However, the Asura Godhood is not as strong as mental power, and Tang San's strategy of seizing the initiative through mental power was interrupted.

However, having killed many, he was also skilled in combat and would not place all his hopes on this move, having already prepared other contingency plans.

The demonic sword gleamed with a sharp, murderous aura, forcefully cleaving through space.

Tang San wielded his giant sword, charging forward relentlessly and never retreating, forcefully cleaving through the deathly aura that was attacking him head-on.

With a long howl, a crimson light suddenly rose into the sky, turning it blood red.

People felt as if they were suddenly surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a scene of utter desolation and chilling cold.

"Not bad momentum." Fang Ling stood with his hands behind his back and finally used his Death God Armor.

Calmly raise one hand.

clang--!

The demonic sword intended to cleave Fang Ling in two, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Ling easily withstood the demonic sword's attack.

The sharp sword energy, the surging killing intent, Tang San's resentment—all withered away quietly in the face of absolute death.

Fang Ling clasped his hands together, gripped the sword blade, and did not retreat an inch.

"Your attack power is decent, but unfortunately, your resentment has hampered your performance."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted: "This wasn't exactly a full-force attack, but it used half of my strength. How could it be caught so easily?"

Muscles tensed, the power from the divine body burst forth with all its might, releasing a tremendous force of up to a million pounds from every muscle.

He tried to draw the sword from his hand, but found that it wouldn't budge.

Tang San's strength is only one million, which is still less than Fang Ling's strength before he became a god!

Not to mention the three million catties when he became a god.

Currently, nearly seven million faith points have been invested in the Soul Ring, and the extremely strong attribute bonus has allowed Fang Ling's strength to break through the five million mark.

Although the level of the elemental energy of heaven and earth is low, it is still useful to gods, which is why the Silver Dragon King was able to recuperate in Douluo Continent.

The divine ring and divine bone laid a solid foundation for Fang Ling, allowing him to reach his full potential.

As it continuously absorbs the primordial energy of heaven and earth from the endless void, it is even transforming towards six million jin!

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then tried to pull it out again, but couldn't.

He didn't believe in this superstition, and gripped the sword hilt with his other hand.

With the force of a million, he unleashed his full power once more, his divine strength suddenly erupting as he yanked backward with tremendous force.

Fang Ling smiled calmly and deliberately let go the moment he exerted force.

Caught off guard, Tang San was sent flying by the Asura Demon Sword like a cannonball, crashing into a section of the Star Luo City wall with a loud thud.

"Damn it!" He coughed twice and used his divine power to clear the ashes that had flooded his body and mouth.

When it flew back to Fang Ling, the hatred in its eyes seemed to have lessened considerably.

After being brutally beaten down by reality, Tang San realized his current strength.

Even a casual strike from the opponent requires all one's strength to resist; such power is absolutely irresistible.

If a person has a divine body and a strong divine sense, how could their divine power be weak?

His eight wings flapped meaninglessly behind him, and his face was extremely pale.

The experience of being unable to escape the illusion no matter how much you try to avoid it, confront it head-on, or even try to run away is so similar to what I'm going through now.

I've become a god!

He became the Asura God King!

Tang San dared not think too deeply, a wave of fear and helplessness washed over him, and he shivered violently.

(End of this chapter)