Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 380 Tang San's Death, End of the War (4200)

The surging divine power of the nine soul rings was condensed into a tiny tear of Guanyin.

Such concentrated energy would surely kill any deity who touched it!

Tang San was well aware of the power of this move and, with a heart set on victory, hoped it could turn the tide of battle.

However, to everyone's surprise, this sure-win move couldn't even break through Fang Ling's divine armor!

The dent was repaired instantly. What level of soul bone did you transform into to create this divine equipment?

"There's one last move. After you've shown off your pathetic skills, you can obediently accept your death." Fang Ling gestured for him to hurry up and not waste any time.

Tang San's calm expression contrasted sharply with his astonishment.

Upon hearing this, and seeing that expression remained unchanged throughout, Tang San's eyes were seething with resentment and killing intent.

To be led to death?

You're the one who deserves to die!

Tang San cursed inwardly, a flood of dark thoughts rushing through his mind.

It even made him want to give up everything and take action regardless of the consequences.

Just then, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his body, causing Tang San to abandon his idea.

The pain started in the lower abdomen and spread along the meridians throughout the body to every tiny meridian.

If someone had X-ray vision and could observe the finest details, they would be able to discover the beautiful patterns that resemble snowflakes.

It was not formed naturally, but rather was created by a powerful force compressing it within a short period of time.

The energy contained in the two consecutive all-out ring explosions was immense.

Tang San's divine equipment was merely a substandard product composed of a set of worthless, ten-thousand-year-old soul bones.

A single divine-grade soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, only slightly raises the upper limit of divine equipment; on average, this improvement is too weak.

He wasn't as naturally gifted as in the original timeline, possessing limb bones that were 100,000 years old and a soul bone from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King that was nearly a million years old.

Like external soul bones, divine equipment can absorb divine power to grow, but this growth characteristic takes time!

The current Asura Divine Armor provides almost no enhancement to Tang San's body.

Fortunately, his divine body is highly adaptable and has strong recovery ability; otherwise, with his meridians shattered inch by inch, he would have exploded into a pile of minced meat in the next second.

Fang Ling took in everything, then glanced at the tattered wings and the cracks on Tang San's body, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"laugh--!"

The soft laughter reached Tang San's ears, and he broke down again.

Considering his own physical condition and the reason why Fang Ling let him go, and with the thought that he must kill this bastard with his next attack, Tang San transformed into a Ninja Turtle and calmly said, "I need more time to adjust."

Before Fang Ling could reply, he immediately began to focus all his efforts on healing the wounds in his body.

Faced with those intrigued gazes, Tang San, like a stubborn lump of meat, proudly raised his head.

"Hehe." Fang Ling narrowed his eyes, holding the Grim Reaper's Scythe in one hand, letting him recover.

Before long, the cracked patterns quickly healed.

The moment his injuries healed, Tang San moved.

Despite its tragic appearance with blood flowing everywhere, the chilling aura of bloodshed was undeniable, and the sudden burst of crimson divine radiance caused the Death God Domain to shrink rapidly.

In an instant, the sky was dyed blood red, Tang San merged into the crimson light, and then a giant sword slashed down at him.

The true power of the Asura Demon Sword, this ultimate artifact, has finally been partially unleashed.

The power of the slash seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth; the Death God Domain offered no resistance and was instantly shattered by its fierce edge.

"Is it coming?" Fang Ling was unaffected by the shattering of the Divine Realm and watched as the giant sword formed by Tang San and the Asura Blood Sword fused together attacked.

The laws of heaven and earth trembled as a result, and the clouds in the high sky churned under the crimson glow.

With body and sword as one, and spirit and soul as one, Tang San burned his divine soul, sparing no effort to pour out all his divine power, igniting the Asura Origin to unleash a full-force attack.

The Asura Demon Sword, now shining with a brand new light, is comparable to a level three god!

"Fang Ling! Prepare to die!" Tang San's voice, as eerily angry as his face, was filled with rage.

He has done his best.

Faced with the approaching attack, a glint flashed in Fang Ling's eyes. With a wave of his hands, the dazzling and magnificent Death Scythe, as beautiful as a ceremonial weapon, immediately met the attack.

The gray-gold divine light released by the divine position and the divine intent of death instantly dispelled the chilling red light in the sky.

Fang Ling had long guessed that Tang San's final move would be the Asura Blood Sword, which would burn everything.

He also speculated about shattering the divine position, but immediately dismissed the idea.

The fact that Qian Renxue in the original timeline could shatter her divine position to gain power does not mean that Tang San can do the same.

While the shattering of a divine position can indeed yield a powerful surge of energy, Fang Ling's existence has drawn the attention of several great god-kings to this divine war.

The Asura Godhood is an indispensable and vital force in the God Realm, and they will absolutely not allow it to shatter!

Moreover, in Fang Ling's opinion, Tang San is the inheritor of the Asura God position. Can this appearance, overflowing with resentment and mixed with killing intent, really communicate with the god position and obtain the lower-level authority?

The undead in the Necromancer God Kingdom were already fully prepared. At this moment, a continuous stream of power flowed from the Necromancer God Kingdom into Fang Ling's divine body, and after being transformed and harmonized, it gathered on the scythe.

"Overload! Combustion!"

As the forces of time, fate, and death merged, a flash of yellow light appeared on Fang Ling's body, his warrior domain appeared and then disappeared, and his two domain specialties were activated.

All power was maximized and unified by unparalleled divine will.

The divine power and divine will of death were like kindling, and endless, brilliant divine fire ignited.

Fang Ling's divine body is far more powerful than Tang San's. In terms of the capacity of divine power in his dantian meridians or the capacity of divine thought in his sea of ​​divine thoughts, it is more than that of several gods of the same level combined!

To show his respect, he even used a ring-breaking device.

The first four divine-level soul rings need no further explanation. The seventh-ranked Weapon Soul True Body Divine Ring and the tenth-ranked Death Divine Ring transformed into dazzling energy points that merged into the body and then converged on the Death Scythe.

Relying on the Necromancer God Kingdom and three divine cores, his recovery speed far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he even draws upon the power of many undead within the Necromancer God Kingdom.

This is Fang Ling's strongest state without using the God-King level attack domain technique "Boundless Death"!

Can Tang San fight?

Can't beat!

This move has already reached the peak of the third-level god!

For Tang San, who could only reach the edge of a third-level god even after using the Asura Demon Sword in a desperate gamble, it was an unparalleled power that he could not withstand.

Tang San was terrified. His killing intent surged layer upon layer, sometimes separating and sometimes merging, as he squeezed out as much of his own power as possible, seeking it out from the Asura Demon Sword.

Just then, he heard a righteous and resounding shout:

"Tang San, the Demon from Beyond the Realm! With this move, I send you to your doom!"

The gleaming scythe of death swept away the clouds in the sky, and the battlefield collapsed instantly. Tens of thousands of bolts of lightning burst forth from the void rifts created by the overwhelming force.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe, like a black hole, drew Tang San's full attention.

His identity was revealed, and he was extremely shocked, but under the surging power of the scythe colliding with the sword, Tang San had no chance to speak.

Ding--!

The crisp sound was followed by a deafening roar.

Rumble—!

At the moment the divine powers collided, all the laws of this place shattered.

Even with the immense power of Douluo Star, the aftershocks of their battle left the world with wounds that are difficult to heal.

Space was ruthlessly shattered, connecting to endless void, seemingly about to turn into a black hole.

Under the immense suction force, everything from Star Luo City and the passes of the Martial Soul Empire—grass, soil, and even people—rose rapidly into the sky.

"What a mess!" Qian Renxue exclaimed in surprise, her eyes narrowing as she spread her divine power and, together with her mother Bibi Dong, used her divine domain to block the suction force.

"Husband, hold back!" A holy voice reached Fang Ling's ears through divine power, and she called out to remind him.

The fierce clash between the power of the sun god and the pull of nothingness created a massive wave that surged outwards in all directions.

The world has suffered too much trauma. Under the laws controlled by God, the laws of space have shattered and cannot be repaired in a short time.

Fang Ling is the only one in the world who is most skilled in controlling spatial power and has experience in repairing worlds.

"Don't worry, I know." Fang Ling nodded calmly after hearing Qian Renxue's words.

The attack that shattered the world was mainly his fault, and he had already come up with a solution.

The next instant, a three-colored interwoven spacetime domain enveloped this shattered space.

Everything froze for a moment, giving Fang Ling time to turn his gaze to Tang San.

The battle was over as soon as it began.

A single blow from a peak level three god against Tang San, who had just reached the edge of a level three god, resulted in a crushing defeat!

The Asura Demon Sword is a super artifact, with a hard texture that can withstand impacts.

But Tang San is just a god, and a god whose position is limited and whose divine equipment is too cheap!

After the demonic sword was knocked away, the scythe was powerless to resist and was cut in two. At the same time, thick soul-binding chains emerged from the void, their pointed tips piercing the weakened divine body and binding an extremely weak divine power.

The divine position played an unexpected role, anchoring Tang San's soul within his body.

He tried to resist with this, but Fang Ling had already become the Grim Reaper.

The laws of the soul are specifically designed to target the soul, and the Soul-Binding Chains are an even more divine skill. The chains ignored Tang San's weak resistance and pulled out the Asura Godhood and his soul in one fell swoop.

The crimson light proclaimed the laws of slaughter, but the power of these laws could not protect Tang San's soul.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Soul-Binding Chains held the Asura's soul, now stained a deep black by the power of resentment, high aloft.

"The Asura God Tang San is dead!" Fang Ling announced loudly to the world.

Then, in full view of everyone, they stripped Tang San of his divine armor, drained the blood from it, and let Tang San's divine corpse fall to the ground.

The bright red corpse became shriveled as its blood was drained. Having lost the support of its divine position, Tang San's body was only protected by a few remaining laws, and it was no longer able to resist the invasion of the power of death.

The falling speed of the divine corpse gradually slowed down, and a gentle breeze blew by, turning it into ashes that drifted down in a flurry.

God King Tang San died without a complete corpse!

The remaining power of the divine body is scattered in the soil.

As the burial ground of gods, and nourished by endless corpses, this place will become exceptionally fertile in who knows how many years to come.

At this moment, the Star Luo Empire was completely silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Yu Xiaogang's expression had already been blank when Tang San's soul was extracted. As the gray snowflakes fell, he subconsciously reached out a hand.

Looking up at the sky, my eyes focused as the snowflakes fell.

Feeling the light touch of the snowflakes from the divine corpse falling into his palm, and the dust rustling down on his body, mouth, and nose, Yu Xiaogang, leaning against Liu Erlong's chest, trembled violently.

"The mistress has only just become a goddess, how could this be, how could this be!"

He took a breath, as if he wanted to say something.

But he could only say a few words before he began to breathe heavily.

He seemed to want to get up, but the injuries he had sustained earlier had not yet healed, so he could only move weakly a couple of times.

Yu Xiaogang stared intently, panting, as some of the dust from the divine corpse entered his mouth and nose and crept into his teeth.

He was too old, and his weakened soul power was no longer usable, so he was powerless to block it.

"Xiaogang, Xiaogang! Don't scare me!" Liu Erlong's voice trembled slightly as she hurriedly hugged him tightly. "Where's the healing-type Soul Master! Where's the healing-type Soul Master! Someone's injured here, come quick and help!"

Normally, a healing-type Soul Master would have arrived by now, but no one responded to her.

Tang San, the only god of the Star Luo Empire, is dead, and defeat is inevitable.

Everyone witnessed the Asura God with twin martial souls streak across the world like a shooting star before rapidly disintegrating.

In a short period of time, they went from the despondency of defeat to a sudden surge of morale, and then to the desolate despair after the fall of the Asura God.

After a series of emotional ups and downs, my heart has dried up, leaving me feeling lost and helpless.

Flander glanced at Liu Erlong, sighed, and spread his wings to capture a healing-type Soul Emperor.

When the green light of the treatment fell on Yu Xiaogang, his rapid breathing temporarily stopped.

With his body hunched over and his cloudy eyes wide open, Yu Xiaogang stretched out a withered arm toward Fang Ling.

First, he formed claws, then slowly clenched them into fists. His cracked nails could not withstand the enormous force, and blood stained his weathered palms.

Two murky tears rolled down his cheeks. Chewing on the tasteless embers in his mouth, he howled and clenched his fist with all his might:

"The mistress—ah!"

Awakening of a martial soul, a useless martial soul like a pig, half a level of innate talent, the Spirit Hall embarking on the theoretical path, Bibi Dong, the Golden Iron Triangle, Liu Erlong, ridiculed by the world, Notting Academy, the Soul Master Competition, the extermination of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, disciple Tang San's ascension to godhood and his light-speed demise...

Life flashes by before my eyes.

"Ugh—!" Yu Xiaogang cried out, his eyes losing their luster.

He died, after Tang San's demise and all hope was lost.

Tang Xiao was equally frustrated, frozen in place with a blank stare.

The Star Luo Empire fell into a deathly silence.

The Spirit Empire was particularly jubilant, with soldiers celebrating the end of the war and spirit masters congratulating each other on the Spirit Hall's unification of the world.

The Title Douluo snapped out of his reverie about the divine battle and immediately bowed respectfully to Fang Ling, who had captured Tang San's soul.

As Bibi Dong gazed at Yu Xiaogang's death, feeling the throbbing pain, her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

"Husband, I've finally witnessed your true prowess!" Qian Renxue glanced at her mother, sighed, and then smiled brightly.

"Is this all?" Fang Ling winked at her.

"You're being indecent again, just like you!" Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Fang Ling, then gave him a light kiss on the lips before leaving to take over the Star Luo Empire.

The Star Luo Emperor hasn't admitted defeat yet, but that doesn't matter. As an angel goddess, she will display her divine power.

The raging flames and holy light can burn away the deep-seated problems of the Star Luo Empire.

Anyone who puts up a stubborn resistance will become the target of her authority!

The rules of the divine realm restrict that gods cannot interfere in the mortal world, but those who have just become gods are not included in this rule!

"Husband, I'm going too," Hu Liena said, mimicking the gesture perfectly.

She is a saintess and a future leader of the Spirit Empire; she cannot be absent from Xingluo's surrender.

After saying goodbye, the two left one after another. Bibi Dong greeted Fang Ling and immediately headed towards Xingluo City.

The three advanced together, and the two divine powers forced the people of Xingluo to kneel down once again.

The Star Luo Emperor turned pale and chose to commit suicide, unwilling to be the ruler of a fallen kingdom.

The Empress was a daughter of the Zhu family and could have survived, but she chose to die for love.

Because of the Divine Consort Zhu Zhuqing, the Grand Duke of Lingmao surrendered to the Martial Soul Empire as the representative of the Star Luo Empire.

All members of the Haotian Sect who participated in the war were killed, including Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua, several elders, third-generation disciples, Tang Long, Tang Hu, and others.

The rest were spared out of Qian Renxue's pity and, like the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, were able to integrate into the Martial Soul Empire.

The war is over.

(End of this chapter)