However, Ye Wen quickly stopped laughing because he could be considered the person who understood Tang San the protagonist the most.
After all, before being thoroughly humbled, Tang San had been bold enough to challenge a hundred-thousand-year soul beast with only level 29 cultivation. Who knows what Yu Xiaogang had taught him? If not for Titan Giant Ape's mercy at the time, Tang San would have died instantly. Yet this guy still thought himself invincible and even dared to chase after the Titan Giant Ape afterward—a reckless man if there ever was one.
In short, Tang San was the kind of protagonist who would push himself to the brink unless it killed him. It was as if he instinctively knew he was the main character and wouldn't die, a man brimming with mysterious confidence.
Much like the saying, "Pride goes before a fall," or how Guan Yu lost Jingzhou due to carelessness, it wasn't surprising that Tang San, now full of pride, was getting slapped around by a minor villain.
Rather than mocking Tang San, Ye Wen was now more curious about the fate of this Blood Fiend.
Strictly speaking, the Blood Fiend should be considered part of Tang San's faction. Ye Wen wondered if Tang San would simply eliminate him for daring to oppose him.
At this moment, Tang San's face did show a hint of irritation, but he quickly calmed himself and plastered on what he believed was a warm smile.
"You're… not bad. Much stronger than those useless souls in Slaughter City."
Upon hearing this, the Blood Fiend's face turned even paler.
He knew well what kind of place Slaughter City was. So this young man standing before him was a Killing God who emerged from Slaughter City—how terrifying was that! He had heard that the Killing Gods from Slaughter City were merciless killers who didn't bat an eye when taking lives. Was he really going to meet his end here today?
At this moment, Tang San was thinking that although Tang Hao, as one of the last two great Killing Gods of this era, was the most qualified to inherit the position of King of Slaughter City, that position was far too filthy. How could his father do something like that? Wouldn't it tarnish the dignity of his status as the Asura God?
Thus, Tang San decided to hand over the position of King of Slaughter City to other fallen soul masters within Slaughter City.
Though small, Slaughter City was filled with fallen soul masters who practiced evil arts without restraint. In such a lawless place, only the strong survived. Many had reached the rank of Title Douluo through these methods, but due to the environment's limitations, they couldn't obtain soul rings and thus remained at their original cultivation levels upon entering Slaughter City.
But seeing the Blood Fiend now, Tang San changed his mind.
Compared to a group of desperate individuals forced into Slaughter City for survival, this Blood Fiend, who had grown strong in the wild on his own, was incomparably superior.
In Tang San's eyes, the King of Slaughter City, as his high priest and most important subordinate, couldn't be a second-rate character. Furthermore, after witnessing the Blood Fiend's hidden weapon skills just now, Tang San appreciated him even more.
At this moment, inspiration exploded in Tang San's mind.
Why couldn't he rebrand Slaughter City as the Tang Sect? After all, the Tang Sect was originally a guild of assassins, specializing in covert operations—perfectly suited for the identity of fallen soul masters. Moreover, as the current Asura God, he had the final say over Slaughter City!
Thus, after some thought, Tang San was about to extend an invitation to the Blood Fiend.
"You—"
Thud!
Tang San: O_o!?
The Blood Fiend kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Great Master, spare my life! I was blind and offended you earlier. Please forgive me!
Though my strength is far inferior to yours, if you give me a little more time, I can break through to become a Super Douluo and serve as one of your mighty generals. Please don't kill me!"
Tang San paused briefly, retracting his earlier thoughts. Although this guy seemed strong and likely possessed some skills, his cowardly demeanor made Tang San reconsider.
Tang San nodded, "Alright then. From now on, you will serve under me, Tang San. Now tell me, what's the situation with this battle?"
High above, five massive tigers were locked in fierce combat, their roars alone capable of shattering the ground. Such was the intensity of the battle that ordinary soul masters didn't dare approach.
The Blood Fiend nodded repeatedly and began recounting the current state of the battle.
After listening, Tang San's eyes flickered with surprise.
Though Zhu Zhuqing's True Body differed from Bai Ling'er's appearance he had seen before, he immediately recognized her based on her aura—it was indeed Bai Ling'er, the one who had outperformed him during the Soul Master Tournament.
What surprised Tang San was learning from the Blood Fiend that "Bai Ling'er" was merely a false name used to deceive the world. Her true identity was his former teammate, Zhu Zhuqing.
Tang San hated two things the most: people who denied his contributions to the Tang Sect and traitors.
At this moment, Tang San's favorability rating for Zhu Zhuqing plummeted to -100.
But any normal academy teacher who knew Tang San's mindset would have scolded him for being delusional. He was just attending school—how could he act as if he owed everything to Shrek Academy?
Moreover, Tang San looked at the Evil-Eyed White Tiger True Bodies of the Star Luo Emperor and others with disdain.
Four against one for so long, and they still hadn't defeated her—what a bunch of useless fools.
However, after a closer look, Tang San's expression shifted to one of delight.
Having spent nearly two years in Slaughter City, Tang San was highly sensitive to the presence of fallen soul masters. Though the Star Luo Emperor and others had only relied on dark arts to break through the 89-level barrier and reach level 90, accumulating minimal karmic debt, to Tang San, they stood out like fireflies in the night.
Meanwhile, the Star Luo Emperor in the midst of battle was growing increasingly impatient. He had called for the Blood Fiend multiple times now, yet this old fool still hadn't shown up. Did he think the Dai family was powerless without their Spirit Fusion Technique?!
The Star Luo Emperor resolved that after this battle, he would make sure to punish the Blood Fiend severely and teach him who was truly in charge!
But impatience wasn't limited to the Star Luo Emperor—Zhu Zhuqing was equally frustrated.
Though her martial soul was powerful, the saying "two fists can't beat four hands" held true. She was still facing off against eight claws, making it impossible to directly overwhelm her opponents.
But at this moment, everything was about to change!
In the midst of the chaotic fight, Zhu Zhuqing found an opening. With a powerful flap of her wings, she momentarily distanced herself from the four Evil-Eyed White Tigers.
The next instant, Zhu Zhuqing's aura surged to its peak. Her ninth soul ring emitted an overwhelmingly bright red light, which shot straight into the sky from her body.
"Ninth Soul Skill—White Tiger Descent!!!"
Zhu Zhuqing mentally roared her ultimate finishing move.
Though also a divine-bestowed soul skill, Zhu Zhuqing's ninth soul skill was personally modified by Ye Wen into a god-tier ability, similar in effect to Posse's ninth soul skill, "Sea God Descent."
If the Douluo Continent had the concept of a cursed lone star, it naturally also had corresponding constellations like Polaris and Ziwei Star in Eastern lore.
And the pinnacle of tiger-type martial souls on the Douluo Continent was undoubtedly the White Tiger—this was why the Dai family's Evil-Eyed White Tiger dared to call itself a top-tier martial soul.
But whether it was the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Evil-Eyed Holy King, or Zhu Zhuqing's Sacred White Tiger, none were pure White Tigers at their core.
In the Douluo World originally overseen by Ye Wen, he not only established his celestial palace above the northern ice plains but also rewrote the world's rules, creating the Four Celestial Guardians.
Unfortunately, Ye Wen's Douluo Planet developed so rapidly that even the later invasion of the Formless Demon Civilization failed to trigger this ultimate defense mechanism.
Every Douluo god knew that their divine authority corresponded not only to the world's rules but also represented conceptualized power. This was the origin of Ye Wen's Ocean God position.
To repay this world, Ye Wen also granted Douluo Planet the means to defend itself.
Though God Kings were powerful, even the energy contained within the highest God King paled compared to that of a living planet. By now, Douluo Planet secretly housed four God King-level Celestial Guardians created by Ye Wen. However, since Ye Wen wasn't ready to completely sever ties with the Douluo God Realm, these guardians remained hidden.
Additionally, though these Celestial Guardians were naturally formidable, they lacked intelligence. Thus, Ye Wen sought four corresponding agents to unleash their power when needed.
And Zhu Zhuqing was undoubtedly chosen as the agent for the Western Celestial Guardian, the White Tiger.
At this moment, though it was broad daylight, stars appeared in the sky, connecting with one another to outline the image of a mighty white tiger.
As the image of the white tiger was completed, it descended from the heavens and merged into Zhu Zhuqing's Sacred White Tiger.
"ROAR!!!"
The Sacred White Tiger let out a heaven-shaking roar, far surpassing the might of previous roars.
The first to be affected were the weaker soul masters. The battle, reignited earlier by the Star Luo Emperor's intimidation tactics, came to an abrupt halt. Whether from the Star Luo side or Zhu Zhuqing's side, all soul masters turned pale, trembling uncontrollably. Forget about fighting—even maintaining their martial soul summoning was a struggle.
Even the Star Luo Emperor and his allies' Evil-Eyed White Tigers froze mid-air, their movements stiff.
After the white tiger merged into her Sacred White Tiger, the wings on Zhu Zhuqing's Sacred White Tiger began to wither, transforming into golden auspicious clouds that surrounded the tiger's body. This change added a holy grandeur to her already mighty Sacred White Tiger.
But it didn't stop there. Zhu Zhuqing's True Body, originally over twenty meters long, began to grow wildly, reaching thirty meters in size. Finally, the golden stripes on her Sacred White Tiger rapidly faded, leaving her True Body in a flawless, pure white form.
Though depictions of the white tiger varied, Ye Wen ultimately chose this immaculate white form.
Why choose this form? Perhaps because Zhu Zhuqing's original Ghost Cat was pitch black, and now, embracing a new and better life, becoming a pure white big cat seemed like a fitting choice. More importantly, Ye Wen felt girls shouldn't have tattoos. Zhu Zhuqing was already exquisite enough—adding tattoos would be overkill.
At this moment, the faces of the Star Luo Emperor and his allies turned grim. Their martial souls were already suppressed by the Sacred White Tiger, and now Zhu Zhuqing's second transformation further reduced their effectiveness. What had been seventy percent of their strength was now suppressed to fifty percent. Even activating their True Bodies barely boosted them, making them weaker than their normal state without it. How could they possibly continue fighting?
Not long after Zhu Zhuqing's second transformation, her previously closed tiger eyes suddenly snapped open.
Each of the Four Celestial Guardians had its duties, and the White Tiger governed the west.
Its role—killing!!!
At this moment, an overwhelming killing intent enveloped the battlefield. Countless ordinary soul masters collapsed, their eyes rolling back as they fainted from fear.
The Star Luo Emperor and his allies felt the suppression of their martial souls intensify.
Previously, Zhu Zhuqing's twenty-meter True Body overshadowing their fifteen-meter forms already felt like adults bullying children. Now, with her size ballooning to thirty meters, it truly felt like an adult swatting helpless toddlers.
A deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed the Star Luo Emperor. He inwardly berated himself: Why had they gone so far, even abandoning royal dignity to practice the ways of fallen soul masters? With five Title Douluos fighting a mere level 95 Super Douluo, why was it so difficult?
But Zhu Zhuqing paid no heed to their thoughts. Though her ninth soul skill was powerful, it had a time limit.
Raising her tiger claw, Zhu Zhuqing's sharp talons, imbued with the essence of gold, prepared to end the lives of the four before her.
"Die!"
Her ferocious tiger claw descended—an instant action, yet to the Star Luo Emperor and his allies, it felt as if time had frozen, etching this moment into their minds forever.
But just as despair gripped the four, a flash of red light appeared before their eyes.
A longsword, exuding both evil and an unparalleled sacred majesty, violently clashed with Zhu Zhuqing's tiger claw.
One side wielded a super divine artifact, while the other possessed the ultimate essence of metal in this realm. Despite the vast disparity between them, Tang San's Asura Demon Sword failed to pierce Zhu Zhuqing's True Body.
Ye Wen and Huo Yu'er weren't surprised by this outcome.
Though the Asura Demon Sword was a super divine artifact, its effectiveness depended on the wielder. Tang San had only recently broken through to level 100, and even with the amplification of his divine armor, he was only at the lower end of a second-tier god's strength. On the other hand, Zhu Zhuqing's ninth soul skill, "White Tiger Descent," harnessed the power of Douluo Planet. Though her strength currently fell short of Tang San's, she had temporarily touched the threshold of godhood.
Moreover, Ye Wen noticed that Tang San was trying to show off and hadn't used his full strength, merely delivering a casual slash. Breaking through Zhu Zhuqing's True Body wouldn't be so easy under these circumstances.
However, Ye Wen's gaze suddenly turned cold.
He had given clear instructions beforehand, yet Tang San still dared to intervene personally with his god-level strength.
'Tang San, you're really disregarding the rules.'
Ye Wen let out a cold laugh. Since Tang San refused to follow the rules, he wouldn't hold back either. Originally, he planned to deal with him in the god realm, but since Tang San wanted to play early, he would oblige.
With this thought, Ye Wen lightly moved his fingers, causing invisible spatial forces to ripple.
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