Chapter 94 Tang Hao? He doesn't deserve the name Haotian Douluo! Poseidon: Sea God? Disgusting!
The scene on the sky changed, the camera suddenly zoomed out, piercing through layers of clouds and reaching the highest heavens.
There, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.
Wei Tianchen stood in the void, his clothes fluttering, no earth-shattering spirit rings lit up around him, only a faint, yet seemingly transcendent, purple-gold aura flowed around him.
Wei Tianchen's gaze was indifferent as ice, holding the seemingly ordinary but exuding an aura of destruction and annihilation, the Annihilation Dragon Halberd, looking down at the Douluo Continent below as if looking at a group of ants.
And at Wei Tianchen's fingertips, a stream of purple-gold light was slowly dissipating.
That was the source of the "Purple Radiance Meteor" that had just fallen towards Poseidon.
The spirit masters and people of the entire continent were stunned the moment they saw this face.
After a brief silence, there was a gasp of disbelief.
"This...isn't that Wei Tianchen?!"
"That's right! It's the Wei Tianchen who defeated Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo! This guy looks even stronger than before! Also, wasn't he on Seagod Island? What's he doing on Douluo Continent?!"
"What Clear Sky Douluo? I heard that after Tang Hao left the Sky Arena, his cultivation level dropped to the Soul Douluo level. Now he's just a piece of trash!"
"After Tang Hao lost an arm, his strength was greatly reduced. Now he's just an ordinary Soul Douluo. In fact, Tang Xiao is already learning the Clear Sky Techniques, preparing to become the new Clear Sky Douluo. Tang Hao? He's just a piece of trash now!"
The Spirit Hall's spy, lurking in the Clear Sky Sect, scoffed inwardly.
"What does Wei Tianchen want? Is he here to duel with Poseidon?"
The killing intent emanating from Wei Tianchen's indifferent eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone who met his gaze through the screen.
Haotian Sect, Cloud Recesses.
Atop a treacherous peak, where the wind howled and snow accumulated year-round, two imposing figures stood side by side on the edge of a cliff, gazing up at the sky.
One of them, tall and with a resolute face, was Tang Xiao.
Beside Tang Xiao stood a one-armed man, draped in a tattered black robe, with a stubble beard, looking somewhat decadence.
This was Tang Hao.
The moment Wei Tianchen's cold face clearly came into Tang Hao's view, Tang Hao's body, which had been as solid as a rock, suddenly trembled violently!
"Ugh!!"
A muffled groan escaped from deep within his throat.
Tang Hao's face instantly turned deathly pale, veins bulging on his forehead.
Tang Hao instinctively covered his severed left arm, now only a small fragment remaining, with his right arm.
There, old wounds, fueled by fear and agitation, were frantically attacking his meridians.
A metallic taste rose in his throat, almost spitting out, but Tang Hao gritted his teeth and swallowed it back.
That face… that gaze… even though separated by a screen, even though they were thousands of miles apart, the tremor from the depths of his soul made Tang Hao feel as if he were back on the arena that day, feeling a sense of powerlessness that welled up from the heart.
It was even more powerless and suffocating than when facing Qian Xunji and several Title Douluos.
It wasn't just because of the power Wei Tianchen displayed, but also because that face was slowly merging with the face of "Wei Yuan" from the previous analysis on the screen.
It was a suppression from the source of his bloodline, an instinctive fear like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Second brother! What's wrong?!"
Tang Xiao, standing beside him, was shocked and quickly supported the swaying Tang Hao, rapidly channeling his powerful soul energy into Tang Hao's body to help suppress his agitated blood and qi. "How could your injuries suddenly worsen so badly? Have they not been fully suppressed yet?..."
Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao's pale face, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Tang Hao took a deep breath, using Tang Xiao's soul power to barely calm the turbulent blood and qi within him.
Tang Hao slowly raised his head, avoiding the figure in the sky, his voice hoarse:
"No...it's nothing, big brother."
Tang Hao wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering, not revealing his true fear.
"It's just...seeing such a powerful figure, I was somewhat stimulated, causing my blood to churn and my body to react."
Tang Hao lied.
He dared not speak.
That feeling was too strange, as if his proud Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, the moment it saw that man, was emitting a mournful cry of "submission."
"Stimulated?"
Tang Xiao frowned, looking up at Wei Tianchen in the sky, his eyes filled with solemnity.
"Wei Tianchen seems even stronger than before. His visit to Poseidon this time is ill-intentioned; we can just sit back and watch the show!"
"Second brother, you mustn't get angry again. Your injuries..."
Tang Hao waved his hand, indicating he was fine, but the hand hidden beneath his black robe's sleeve was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Above the sky, as if to echo the world's shock, golden light particles rapidly converged beside Wei Tianchen's imposing figure, transforming into a massive, semi-transparent information frame, clearly suspended in the heavens.
Every word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts:
[Name: Wei Tianchen]
[Cultivation Level: Level 99 Limit Douluo (Demigod Realm)]
[Weapon: Annihilation Dragon Halberd (Super Divine Artifact)]
[Overall Combat Strength Assessment: Quasi-God]
"Demigod?! Quasi-God?! What a joke! When did this level of soul power cultivation become so fast?! I remember, this Wei Tianchen was only level 97 a few days ago! Even soul masters below level 10 couldn't cultivate this fast!"
"Super Divine Artifact?! What level of weapon is that? It sounds countless times more terrifying than the Clear Sky Hammer!"
Countless soul masters across the continent gasped.
For most people, a Title Douluo was the pinnacle, a Level 99 Limit Douluo was legendary, and the word "god" was an unattainable taboo.
Now, these two words were so blatantly marked on a young man.
The once azure sky was now tinged with an eerie and domineering purplish-gold hue by Wei Tianchen's appearance.
Poseidon slowly walked out of the tavern, a heavy feeling settling in her heart.
She could clearly sense that Wei Tianchen's mental energy had locked onto her.
This undisguised aggression sent chills down her spine.
"Damn it..."
Poseidon gritted her teeth, a surge of indescribable frustration and resentment rising within her.
She didn't want to use the power bestowed upon her by the Sea God.
But now, in this life-or-death situation, she had no choice but to once again rely on the power of that deity she loathed.
"Sea God... Martial Soul, manifest!"
Poseidon uttered a low shout, her voice tinged with helplessness and resolve.
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