Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

But when that familiar yet unfamiliar dragon's might swept down, Huo Yuhao realized he was wrong.

Kong Tianxu had become even stronger. Absurdly stronger. His opponent's rate of increase in strength was much faster than his.

The gap has not narrowed; instead, it has widened further.

He could only react in a panic. Tang Wutong, whose body turned to her side faster than her brain, reached out her hand with a glimmer of hope, pinning her hopes on the power of the Martial Soul Fusion, which might not even exist.

That power that had saved him countless times in dire straits will surely do so again this time—

"Go away!"

Tang Wutong's eyebrows furrowed. She hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to grab her hand at this moment, and her instinctive disgust erupted like a volcano in that instant.

A layer of brilliant golden light burst forth from her body, and a huge golden Haotian Hammer appeared out of thin air in her hand, smashing fiercely at Huo Yuhao's outstretched groping hand.

The size of the Haotian Hammer far exceeded that of a normal Haotian Sect disciple's martial spirit. It radiated a dazzling golden light, and there were intricate patterns flowing on the hammer's surface, as if it contained some kind of power that transcended the mortal world.

A crisp cracking sound came from his finger joints, and a sharp pain shot through his veins to his shoulder blades. Before Huo Yuhao could react, a tightness gripped his neck.

He felt an overwhelming force surge into his body, suppressing his soul power, mental strength, and even any thought of resistance. Before he could even utter a cry of alarm, he felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he was limply lifted off the ground.

Huo Yuhao was arrested by Kong Tianxu for the sixth time.

Tang Wutong successfully broke free from the dragon claw's grasp, her figure darting out from the gap in the purple-gold claw shadow like a swimming fish. Her golden Haotian Hammer trailed a dazzling tail as she fiercely met the remaining power of Kong Tianxu's dragon claw.

"boom--!"

Gold and purple-gold collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling flames.

Huo Yuhao was hit in the chest by the shockwave, as if he had been run over by a charging soul beast. He was unable to move, his chest was churning with blood and qi, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

But he ignored his injuries and turned his eyes to carefully observe the battle that was right in front of him.

Tang Wutong's figure sank slightly in the golden light, sliding back seven or eight steps. The soles of her boots rubbed two charred marks on the bluestone ground, but she still held the Haotian Hammer, which was taller than her, firmly.

The golden and purplish-gold light frantically eroded each other at the contact surface, emitting a sizzling sound.

She actually blocked it?!

Huo Yuhao screamed inwardly.

Kong Tianxu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's interesting."

Tang Wutong gritted her teeth and thrust her arms upwards, momentarily deflecting Kong Tianxu's dragon claws.

There was no fear on that delicate face; instead, it carried an air of superior scrutiny, and she even proudly raised her chin.

Tang Wutong was in a bad mood.

Falling into an ambush didn't bother her; in fact, it excited her. But that damned pervert dared to grab her hand at this moment.

nausea!

What annoyed her even more was that this guy named Kong Tianxu could make her tiger's mouth go numb with just one claw.

"Hmph, mortal! I'll show you what divine power is!"

She let out a delicate shout, and at that moment she seemed to become a completely different person.

Golden light shone brightly from between her brows. The golden light that had originally only been attached to the surface of the Haotian Hammer suddenly expanded, like a raging fire that was ignited, and surged wildly out of her body.

Her eyes turned pure gold, even her pupils were hidden in that light, and her hair flew wildly behind her, each strand of hair was plated with a layer of holy golden light.

As she spoke, a phantom blue light slowly rose from behind her. The figure was draped in a sea-blue robe, surrounded by a vast, sacred aura, and held a golden trident in its hand.

The phantom was ten feet tall. The moment it appeared, the entire city gate area was enveloped by a heavy pressure. The air became viscous like water, and the soul-guided searchlights in the distance all went dark at that moment.

"Hahaha, with Mom gone, I'm invincible!"

Poseidon! It's Poseidon again, with extremely pure Poseidon power!

A hint of surprise flashed in Kong Tianxu's eyes, but he did not back down.

“Daddy, I’m telling you,”

He raised his right arm, his fingers loosely clenched. Intense, purplish-gold soul power condensed, compressed, and sublimated in his palm—

"In the Douluo Continent, you're only...—"

"Loli!"

The deep purple hue within that purplish-gold was more mellow and profound than ever before, as if it contained some ineffable supreme law!

With divine power, against divine power.

Purple-gold and gold collided violently in mid-air!

This time, there was no stalemate, no probing. It was a pure clash of strength against strength.

The moment the trident of the Poseidon's phantom collided with Kong Tianxu's purple-gold light, Huo Yuhao felt his very soul tremble.

A wave of power he had never felt before and could not understand at all spread out from the center of the collision.

That power was neither soul power, nor spiritual power, nor even any form of energy he was familiar with.

It's more like a rule, a force from the very origin of the world, high above, looking down upon all living beings.

As it swept past his body, he felt his martial spirit tremble, and the soul power within him almost went out of control.

He didn't even have time to think about what it was.

The aftershock swept over his body, like an invisible hammer slamming into his temple. His consciousness shattered in that instant, everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, the last thing he saw was the astonishment and panic in Tang Wutong's eyes.

Like the ocean embracing the galaxy! That seemingly majestic and boundless golden light collapsed, shattered, evaporated, and vanished into nothingness the moment it touched the purple-gold divine light!

The towering, tens-of-meters-tall phantom of a deity, under the erosion of the purple-gold light, resembled glass corroded by acid, with dense cracks spreading across its surface.

Although the phantom has not been completely destroyed, it is clearly only a matter of time.

Tang Wutong retreated several feet, and a crack finally appeared on her composed face.

She was indeed panicked.

"How could that be..." Her red lips parted slightly, and the pride that was born in her bones was rapidly shattering.

"You're clearly just a mortal! How could you—how could you possess the power of a god!"

"This is impossible! And your power... is even stronger than what my father left me... This is absolutely impossible!"

Her voice changed, and the arrogance and pride on her face vanished, replaced by confusion and fear.

Kong Tianxu did not give her time to think.

He casually tossed Huo Yuhao aside and lunged forward again, his feet moving silently with a strange gait. His figure became blurry and ghostly in the purple-gold light, like a flowing light, each step appearing as if he were gliding through space rather than moving.

He extended his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and the dragon claw took shape again. The purple-gold light was even more intense than before, and the claw tip emitted a sharp screech as it cut through the air.

Tang Wutong let out a scream and swung the Haotian Hammer wildly with both hands.

However, her hammering technique had become chaotic, and the momentum she had shown before, which allowed her to fight Kong Tianxu head-on, had vanished.

Kong Tianxu's figure moved through the shadows of the hammer as if strolling in a garden. Occasionally, he would reach out and lightly flick the side of the Haotian Hammer with his fingertips, each flick precisely striking the weakest point in Tang Wutong's defenses.

The purple-gold light seeped into the Haotian Hammer through his fingertips, and with each touch, Tang Wutong felt the hammer in her hand grow heavier.

When the eleventh shot landed, Tang Wutong finally couldn't hold onto the Haotian Hammer anymore.

The hammer trembled violently, slipped from her palm, spun around, and crashed into the ground dozens of meters away, creating a crater three meters in diameter.

Amidst the swirling dust, Tang Wutong staggered backward, her arms completely numb. Blood trickled down her wrists from the tiger's mouth, leaving a shocking trail of red on the ground.

"You—" She only managed to utter this one word before Kong Tianxu's hand had already gripped her neck.

Tang Wutong felt a cold force surge into her meridians through that hand, instantly locking away her soul power.

The phantom of the sea god let out a mournful cry, then shattered with a crash, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated in the morning breeze.

But just as the golden light was about to completely dissipate, an even more dazzling and intense golden light suddenly erupted from Tang Wutong's body.

That was a trident.

It was not a phantom, but a real entity, appearing out of thin air, its entire body gleaming gold, with dense ancient inscriptions engraved on its halberd.

Poseidon's Trident!

It emitted a deep hum, a sound like some ancient sigh that transcended the barriers of time and space.

Immediately afterwards, it transformed into a golden streak of light and flew towards Tang Wutong, attempting to envelop her and carry her away.

"Want to go?"

Kong Tianxu subconsciously raised his right hand.

Nothing happened.

Uh... it seems the Sky-Piercing Spear has fallen into the Cloud Refining Isle of Life and Death...

No problem, out with the old, in with the new.

Kong Tianxu raised his left hand, his index and middle fingers together, and made a sweeping motion in the air.

A purple beam of light, no thicker than a finger, shot from his fingertip. Compared to the golden light of the trident, this purple light was so small as to be almost negligible, like an embroidery needle striking a mountain peak.

But the moment it struck the golden beam of light, an incredible scene unfolded.

The golden pillar of light, imbued with the power of the sea god, trembled violently as if it had been snapped in half by an invisible hand, and then began to shatter inch by inch from the point of impact.

The cracks spread at an astonishing speed, covering the entire pillar of light in the blink of an eye. Then, with a whoosh, the golden light scattered like shards of glass, revealing the much dimmer trident inside.

The trident let out a mournful cry, and the inscriptions on its body flickered wildly, attempting to regain their power.

However, Kong Tianxu's purple light clung to the halberd like a maggot, constantly eroding its golden luster.

The trident, stripped of its divine power, wobbled in the air for a few seconds before finally collapsing helplessly to the ground with a clang, as if all its strength had been drained. The golden light faded completely, leaving only the faint inscriptions on the trident still breathing weakly, proving that it was no ordinary piece of iron.

Tang Wutong froze. She stared at the fallen trident as if witnessing the collapse of a world.

Kong Tianxu flipped his hand, and his purple-gold soul power transformed into thin energy threads, binding and imprisoning her along with the Haotian Hammer.

The proud daughter of the Sea God and the pride of the Haotian Sect was thus controlled by him like a puppet, unable to move.

Tang Wutong bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment, but she was helpless.

The entire battle lasted less than three minutes.