Chapter 112: Wrath of the Shura God
The seven great priests, headed by Qian Daoliu, arrived in an instant.
At this moment, all the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall had gathered, forming a mighty force that could shake the heavens.
But Tang San stood tall, his expression unchanged, even as he faced the might of the Spirit Hall's full power. A mocking smirk appeared on his blood-streaked face as he sneered,
"Perfect. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one."
Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed deeply. As a Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, he was among the apex of human power, but even he could feel the oppressive and overwhelming aura emanating from Tang San—an aura that surpassed even Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God energy.
"Attack together," Qian Daoliu ordered solemnly.
His aura exploded, and with a flash of divine light, the Angel Sword materialized in his hand. Behind him, a majestic six-winged angel phantom emerged, radiating sacred power that illuminated the battlefield. The angel's figure mimicked Qian Daoliu's every move, the blade it wielded pulsing with golden holy light.
From the rubble, Bibi Dong climbed to her feet, her face pale but determined. She activated her spirit body once more, even as her heart burned with humiliation and rage.
The rest of the Titled Douluo, however, struggled under the suffocating pressure of Tang San's Killing Domain. Those without their own domains could barely circulate their soul power, reduced to using only their martial spirits to resist.
Despite this, they charged forward. A storm of soul power erupted across the sky as Tang San faced them alone.
Roaring to the heavens, Tang San's body twisted unnaturally as his divine power surged. A pair of curved, demonic horns burst from his skull, and his face contorted into a feral, Shura-like visage.
He floated mid-air, Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, and his right hand summoned the Dark Blue Silver Emperor. The Shura Demon Sword levitated beside him, pulsing with malevolent energy.
Tang San raised his right hand and pinched the void. Instantly, the Dark Blue Silver Grass exploded into a flurry of seeds, each one embedding into the bodies of the charging Titled Douluo.
His martial spirit had ascended beyond mortal comparison—this was no longer a tool of battle, but a divine weapon of slaughter.
Explosions of searing soul power followed as dozens of Douluo were caught in a prison of dark blue-silver vines. In mere seconds, they became helpless prey.
Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and a few others with divine or semi-divine domains broke free, but even a moment of delay on a battlefield of gods was fatal.
Tang San surged forward, the Clear Sky Hammer tearing black arcs through the sky. Each strike shattered the earth below, a terrifying display of divine strength.
With a mighty roar, Tang San lifted the Clear Sky Hammer high, the weapon expanding in size as it whistled down toward Bibi Dong. Simultaneously, the Shura Demon Sword shrieked and lunged at Qian Daoliu, vibrating with bloodlust.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened. A piercing shriek left her lips as she activated the Death Domain, her ninth spirit ring glowing.
Faced with death itself, she unleashed her ninth skill: Immortal Body. Unable to dodge, she braced herself for the impact.
Qian Daoliu, on the other side, shone with golden brilliance. The Angel Sword in his hand flared, and his eyes turned pure white. The angel phantom behind him doubled in size, its twelve wings spreading wide across the sky.
He stabbed the Angel Sword into the air before him, unleashing a tidal wave of divine mental force.
"Begone!"
With a thunderous cry, he slashed at the incoming Shura Demon Sword. The two divine blades collided—and time seemed to freeze.
A massive white shockwave burst forth from the clash, annihilating everything in its path. The Shura Demon Sword was thrown back several meters, its shrill scream echoing across the heavens.
Though both weapons were divine artifacts, Qian Daoliu's mastery of the Angel Sword surpassed Tang San's current control over the Shura Demon Sword, which still responded only to his divine will.
The other Titled Douluo dared not approach. Even Golden Crocodile Douluo could only retreat and observe from a distance.
Bibi Dong, covered in deathly purple patterns and protected by a shroud of defensive aura, was still struck by Tang San's hammer. Her spider legs shattered, and her body was flung backwards, spitting purple venom and ichor as she crashed into the earth once more.
But Tang San's assault was relentless.
Just as Qian Daoliu clashed again with the Shura Demon Sword, it suddenly veered mid-air—piercing toward the weakened Bibi Dong.
"Shua! Shua! Shua!"
Scarlet light flashed.
Bibi Dong's body was torn to shreds, her essence ripped apart in a haze of purple and red.
"Dong'er!"
Qian Daoliu's face darkened with fury. Seizing the chance, he slashed at Tang San once more.
Tang San reflexively raised his arm, the Clear Sky Hammer blocking the Angel Sword. The resulting impact sent shockwaves through his body, nearly rupturing his organs.
Qian Daoliu's wings flared, sending Tang San flying downward in a gust of divine wind.
But at that moment, Qian Daoliu's expression shifted. He sensed it—an unprecedented, divine force erupting from Tang San's chest.
"Not good!"
This power had transcended the level of a mere god's heir.
A massive blood-red energy burst from Tang San's body, throwing all nearby figures outward.
"Ahhhhh!"
Tang San howled into the sky, a storm of blood mist rising around him.
From the crimson fog, the phantom of the Shura God emerged behind him.
Eight white wings unfurled. They burned with white flames—flames filled with killing intent.
Chains of flame spun around him, distorting the air with their heat and power, making the space around him ripple violently.
In the distance, the torn remnants of the Death Spider Emperor slowly reformed, turning back into Bibi Dong's bloodied figure. She clutched her chest, spewing black blood, hatred glowing in her eyes.
Seeing her, Tang San opened his arms wide and roared once more, Shura energy flooding forth.
"Bibi Dong! You can't escape today! No one can save you!"
In his heart, the faces of Xiao Wu and Tang Hao flickered like flames—fueling his boundless wrath.