Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 379 Continue Your Performance (4200)

After the trembling came deep thought.

Watching Fang Ling, who did not press his advantage, and feeling his fighting spirit dwindling, he had only one thought in his mind:

"This can't go on!"

With his mind racing, Tang San faced Fang Ling's gaze, which was as calm as a deep pool. His knuckles turned pale from the excessive force, and he silently opened a small opening in his suppressed hatred.

The murderous intent born from this resentment can have a stimulating effect; although it may suppress the exertion of power, it can effectively counteract the unspeakable fear.

This is the only way out!

If Fang Ling were to suppress his fighting spirit, then everything would be over!

Compared to the heavy price paid, being temporarily weaker is nothing.

Tang San was wise enough that he never considered surrendering.

"Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life!"

These eight words permeated his soul and lingered in his heart.

He was ready to fight to the death, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Are you ready? Stop dawdling." Fang Ling casually tapped the sickle handle with his fingertips, then suddenly spoke, his cold words reaching Tang San's ears.

Tang San did not reply. Unsealing the resentment seal of the Asura God meant that he had no way out.

Even if it's just a small opening, the seal will eventually collapse under the impact of the flowing water of resentment.

At that time, the laws will be restricted, the divine position will be imprisoned, and the exertion of power will be severely limited.

Taking a series of measures to boost morale does not mean he is capable of resisting.

The only option now is to fight to the death!

Tang San's nerves were stretched to the limit, and an extremely eye-catching black and red spirit ring configuration appeared on his body.

Of course, with Fang Ling's brilliant example before him, the spirit rings of the Asura God Tang San were simply too embarrassing.

Finally, what appeared was a Shura God Ring that was much larger than the other spirit rings, almost tangible, and seemed to be composed of pure killing intent in a dark reddish-gold color.

"The Asura Blood Sword is the ultimate move. Fang Ling is still giving us a chance, so let's try the Exploding Ring first!" Tang San made up his mind.

"Come on," Fang Ling beckoned to him, "Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve?"

With a little more focus, the God-King's artifact, even more vivid than the Asura Demon Sword, appeared in his hand: the Reaper's Scythe.

Along with it appeared ten dazzling spirit rings!

The first four are golden-patterned red-background spirit rings, each hundreds of thousands of years old, and they also have a hazy gray-gold aura, as if they were imbued with divine power.

This is a characteristic of the soul skill becoming divine, tainted by the power of the gods, its power has increased by more than one level compared to before, and is far beyond what ordinary soul masters can compare to.

However, even these four top-tier soul rings, which exude a wild and ancient aura and are difficult for ordinary people to bear, seem insignificant compared to the ones that follow.

The last six are all divine rings!

Among the five gray-gold divine rings, the eighth one is the most special, being a dazzling spacetime divine ring that blends gold, silver, and black.

Divine rings appeared, seemingly otherworldly.

"..." In the Martial Soul Empire, Qian Renxue was so shocked that she could not speak.

Having become a goddess, she could better appreciate the true value of these six divine rings.

There is only one Sun Angel Goddess!

At that moment, a figure shrouded in armor gleaming with dark purple light appeared beside her.

He was surrounded by a thick and intense aura of evil, and four huge scythes extended from each side of his back.

His face was covered by a dark gold mask, as if he were someone who couldn't be seen in public.

The person who arrived was none other than Bibi Dong, who had successfully inherited the position of Rakshasa god.

She didn't make a big fuss about becoming a god, after all, after inheriting the Rakshasa God, her face was bluish-purple and her appearance was hideous, she was truly ugly.

Bibi Dong would not accept it if she were to proclaim her ugly face to the world like Fang Ling and her daughter became gods.

"Mother?" Qian Renxue's wariness lessened slightly. Noticing the mask, she asked telepathically, "Can your appearance... be restored?"

Bibi Dong glanced at her daughter, pondered for a moment, and replied, "...It will take time."

Just like undergoing the tempering of Rakshasa's divine power when inheriting a divine position, one only needs to perfectly master the laws, but this is not something that can be done in a short time.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope! Congratulations on Your Majesty's ascension to godhood!" The members of the Spirit Hall bowed in greeting.

"Well, let's continue observing the battle of the gods." Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the sky.

A battle between gods is a rare opportunity for ordinary soul masters; they might be able to glean some insights from the dissipated energy fluctuations.

The same applies to her, the newly ascended Rakshasa goddess.

Asura is the absolute nemesis of Rakshasa God, while Fang Ling is in an absolutely dominant position. His aura is as deep as the ocean, which even makes Bibi Dong doubt that she has not become a god.

Four red-based, gold-patterned soul rings, each hundreds of thousands of years old, and six divine rings.

How is that possible?

Even Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, was speechless with shock, and the Star Luo Empire was naturally no exception.

With an aged face, gray hair, and a withered appearance, Yu Xiaogang watched the battle leaning on a cane.

The moment he saw Fang Ling's spirit ring configuration, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest in anger.

"A mistress! A mistress!"

He looked up and shouted, his body seemingly losing all strength, leaning against Liu Erlong, his cloudy pupils reflecting the strange phenomena in the sky.

It seemed to have lost its ability to react to the outside world, but its gaze remained focused on the sky.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't see the details clearly, but he could sense the extremely obvious aura, whether it was the strength of the energy or the strength of the laws circulating between heaven and earth.

After both sides' spirit rings were revealed, Tang San was clearly at a disadvantage!

The little bit of pride Yu Xiaogang felt because of Tang San's becoming a god turned into a thick gloom that shrouded his heart.

His thin, bony hands gripped Liu Erlong's thigh tightly, his broken nails mixed with black blood flowing down his thigh.

Yu Xiaogang was breathing heavily, as if he was about to kick the bucket at any moment.

"Xiao Gang...sigh~!" Bibi Dong sighed inwardly.

This image is far removed from the spirited man she remembered, even less impressive than the one she remembered from the Soul Master Competition!

"Xiao Gang, don't scare me!" Liu Erlong hurriedly patted his back and quickly summoned healing-type soul masters to treat him, which temporarily stabilized his condition.

However, the healing-type Soul Master was only releasing Soul Skills in a daze.

Anyone could see that Tang San's strength was waning. Despite Star Luo's long resistance, the empire was ultimately on the verge of collapse!

Tang Xiao pressed his hand against the city wall, unconsciously exerting force, and instantly crushed it into powder.

Thinking of the foundation of the Haotian Sect, he couldn't help but feel sorrow.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Tang San's eyes widened in shock!

A 100,000-year-old soul ring is one thing, but how could there be so many divine rings!

The energy required is so vast that even the divine inheritance can only create one divine ring!

How could Fang Ling become a god on his own?

"The vision of the weak!" Fang Ling scoffed, beckoning lightly with his hand. "Come on, let's use explosive rings! Or perhaps hidden weapons?"

"Like when you struggled in the illusion, Bodhi Blood? I think that's what it's called."

Touched on a sore spot, Tang San's face turned fierce: "Bastard! Die!"

boom--!

Faced with Fang Ling's consistently unserious attitude, and the subsequent situation where he was almost crushed like an insignificant bug, Tang San finally snapped.

All ten soul rings surrounding his body, including the god-level soul core, shattered in an instant.

Endless energy exploded out like a volcanic eruption. As a super artifact, the Asura Demon Sword had sufficient capacity to contain all the power without any omissions.

The deathly aura that could end all things was repelled by the sharp killing intent on the sword.

Blood and qi transformed into an evil dragon, which spread uncontrollably in all directions.

A slash that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth flew out from the sword, and a faint black line appeared in the sky, but this was only the aftershock of the attack.

The Asura Demon Sword flashed a bright red light, but turned pitch black after the soul ring energy surged in.

Tang San went all out!

Fang Ling's eyes lit up; the power of this attack was quite impressive!

Even a god of equal rank would not dare to accept the challenge rashly.

To show respect, and because this might be one of the few moves Tang San could use that would pique anyone's interest, Fang Ling gripped the scythe with both hands.

On the sharp scythe capable of cutting through everything, divine thought and divine soul intertwine.

By leveraging the fusion properties of the Reaper's Armor granted by the torso's soul bone, time, fate, and the death attribute inherent in the Reaper's Scythe all converge and merge!

"Fang Ling, do you dare to take this move?" Tang San used an extremely crude provocation tactic, locking onto Fang Ling with his limited divine sense to prevent his teleportation soul skill from ruining this hopeful move.

In fact, Fang Ling never intended to hide.

He stood motionless in mid-air, facing Tang San's attack head-on.

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Death and killing are unrelated forces; it all comes down to which force is stronger.

When the purest Asura power collided with the death power of the end of the world, a massive shockwave, unheard of and unseen by anyone, appeared in the sky.

A violent shockwave erupted from the point just before the two collided.

The laws of heaven and earth corresponded, and the world split open into countless abysses of nothingness.

The spatial rift opened and closed again, with the two energies constantly clashing.

A powerful and rapid pressure reached the ground. The Spirit Empire was fortunate to have Qian Renxue's protection, but the Star Luo Empire suffered greatly.

A peak Douluo could barely withstand the aftershocks of the collision, but the Star Luo Empire was already weak, so how many people of that level were there?

Only Tang Xiao is at level 97!

The rest of the people, including the titled Douluo, were powerless to resist and could only fall to the ground in despair.

The Star Luo Emperor and Empress unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, the Netherworld White Tiger, in an attempt to struggle.

However, it was all in vain.

The fusion technique disintegrated the moment it was completed, and he knelt down, pale-faced, his heart filled with despair.

A cracking sound seemed to be heard in my ears; the aftershocks of the divine war broke the last backbone of the Star Luo royal family.

The one who performed the worst was actually Yu Xiaogang.

When the oppressive aura arrived, the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle used their long-unused Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

"The sun and moon shine with golden light..."

They were still reciting their words when a shockwave arrived, shattering their formation with a single blow.

If Tang Xiao hadn't given a little help out out of consideration for Xiao San, Yu Xiaogang, an old man with most of his body in the ground, would have been crushed to death by the aftershocks of Tang San's attack!

Even so, he was still being pressed down so hard that he was spitting out blood, looking like he was about to die.

"Heal the Soul Master! Heal the Soul Master!" Liu Erlong shouted hoarsely, but no one responded.

She was a Soul Douluo with a True Dragon Martial Soul, and only then could she barely withstand the pressure and say a few words.

The Star Luo Empire has no healing-type Soul Masters at the Title Douluo level!

There are very few healing-type Soul Saints on the entire continent, let alone healing-type titled Ye Lingling and healing-type Soul Douluo Ye Renxin!

Both of them were on the side of the Spirit Empire.

In the sky, the impact finally came to an end.

Fang Ling ignored the aftershocks, and his Death God Armor even absorbed all the scattered Asura God Power, using it as a counterattack.

He had a smile on his face, his breathing was not slowed down at all, and he was in excellent condition.

But Tang San suffered a much worse fate.

Unable to withstand Fang Ling's overwhelming power that disregarded martial ethics, it transformed directly into a blood-red meteor and shot straight towards the horizon.

When he reappeared, the eight feathers on his back had been peeled off piece by piece, his divine armor was shattered, and his body was covered with cracks.

The grotesque and terrifying Asura God Armor, covered in sharp spikes, had its spikes smoothed out, and the power of death eroded it, staining it with a layer of gray-gold.

Tang San scanned the indelible gray-gold death power on Fang Ling's body with his divine sense, remained silent for a long time, and then sighed, "Fang Ling, you are very strong."

"You became a god through faith, but you did not inherit the divine position. However, you should still be considered a god-king."

"I am not as good as you."

Fang Ling: "I know, are these your last words?"

"..." Tang San's eyes flashed with black light, which he suppressed after a long while. "I may not be worthy of your attention, but I still have a martial soul and nine spirit rings!"

A strange, crimson-gold grass appeared in his hand.

"I have five 100,000-year spirit rings and four 10,000-year spirit rings, all of which are spirit rings obtained after deification!"

"Fang Ling, you boast of having the greatest combat strength in the world, dare to make a bet with me?"

"I never said I was the strongest in the world," Fang Ling retorted, his expression strange. "...A bet?"

Yu Xiaogang wanted to bet with me before, and now you're doing it again?

The more I look at Tang San, the more he seems like a pragmatist, gambling with the fate of the nation in times of emergency, right?

Gamblers deserve a terrible death!

"That's right! Since you see me as a stepping stone and allow me to become a god, do you dare not?"

"If you can withstand two of my moves, I'm willing to offer my neck for slaughter!"

Tang San continued to provoke him with words, his eyelids lowered, and he tried his best to control his thoughts.

"Heh, your provocation didn't work, but I really do want to see your fighting prowess." His eyes flickered, and Fang Ling beckoned to him with his little finger. "Come on!"

A surge of energy rose within his sea of ​​consciousness, and Tang San's spirits instantly soared to their peak: "Then catch it!"

His expression became very devout, and in an instant, all of Blood Silver Emperor's soul rings exploded.

The crimson light reflected back at him, and at the same time, with a "poof," Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is the essence of the gods, and the energy it contains should not be underestimated.

His right hand, now jade-colored, was dipped into the blood, and a strange thing happened: the blood became clear, though the color remained.

The power of the nine soul rings exploding is beyond the capacity of ordinary water elements; only water elements imbued with the power of the Asura God can barely manage it.

The crimson-gold light suddenly contracted, and Tang San seemed to transform into a giant hand, with blood energy gushing out from all parts of his body, and three crimson mist flowers condensing above his head.

With a wave of his right hand, using that drop of water as a guide, he completely contracted the blood mist, making the color in the blood-red droplet even more intense.

"This is the first time I've used this skill in this world." Tang San closed his eyes, his whole body enveloped in bloody light.

By activating necromancy and activating all his senses, Fang Ling saw Tang San lightly flick his fingertips, and the blood bead quietly disappeared from his palm.

"The number one sect in Tang Sect, even Guanyin sheds tears!" Tang San murmured.

This skill is extremely condensed, its power is not obvious, but it contains the essence of the Asura God's power, faintly reaching the strength of a third-level god.

The crimson bead and the Grim Reaper's armor collided violently, but in the end, it only created a dent before dissipating into nothingness.

"That's a powerful compression skill." Fang Ling nodded, ran his finger across the divine equipment, and the dent was instantly repaired. "Continue your performance."

Tang San sighed softly, stunned and speechless.

(End of this chapter)