dhibooks Chapter 430 Tang 3 Falls into a Trap? An Ambush!
Chapter 430 Tang 3 Falls into a Trap? An Ambush!
Several Soul Douluos and Flying Soul Masters from the Spirit Empire attempted to ambush her. Although they dared not actually kill her, they had to adopt a siege-like posture.
Brigitte spread her wings, creating a life barrier that withstood wave after wave of attacks.
However, she was not a purely combat-type ferocious beast after all, and her face gradually turned pale as she continued to exert herself.
Tang Chuan, hidden deep within the Blue Silver Emperor's territory, watched this scene with a slight frown.
Things started to get out of control. They originally just wanted to stage a realistic battle, but Tang San didn't show up for a long time, so they had to keep escalating the situation.
Now, it's no longer just simple acting.
This is a true clash between a god-level being and a ferocious beast-level being.
If this continues, serious injury or even death will occur sooner or later.
But Tang San was still waiting, the wisp of Rakshasa mist still hiding in the far distance.
Neither approaching nor retreating, it's like a hunter with extreme patience.
Seeing this, Tang Chuan murmured to himself:
"Aren't you coming out yet?"
At the edge of the Rakshasa Space, Tang San's excitement grew stronger. He could see clearly that this time was different: Qian Renxue's golden divine blood was real, and the sword mark on Di Tianlong's claw was real.
Even the fact that Xiong Jun and Jin E Douluo injured each other was real.
The Crimson King, Purple Princess, the Demon King, and everyone in the Offering Hall all began to bleed.
This isn't something that can be faked; even if it's a setup, it's become real.
Looking at the scene before him, Tang San's lips slowly curled up, and he said in a deep voice:
"Keep fighting, keep fighting."
"The more serious you are, the more I like it. I'll wait until you fight to the point of mutual destruction, until Di Tian has no choice but to use the Dragon God Claw, and until Qian Renxue's divine power is exhausted to the limit."
"When I reappear, no one will be able to stop me."
He gripped the Rakshasa Scythe, leaning slightly forward.
……
In the sky, the battle between Qian Renxue and Di Tian had reached its climax.
Qian Renxue's six wings ignited with pure golden divine fire, and she transformed into a golden meteor, her angelic holy sword continuously slashing towards Di Tian.
Each sword strike was like a ray of sunlight tearing through the darkness.
Di Tian's enormous black dragon body coiled and danced, unleashing its claws, tail, and breath in turn, forcefully confronting Qian Renxue head-on.
Suddenly, the instant Qian Renxue grasped the Di Tianlong Wing and spread it out, she slashed at its left wing with her sword.
puff!
The dragon scales shattered, and black-gold dragon blood splattered across the sky.
Di Tian let out a deep dragon roar, and his massive body sank.
The expressions of Xiong Jun, Bi Ji, and other ferocious beasts all changed.
Although the injury is not fatal, it is a real injury.
Di Tian was wounded.
The next moment, the golden light in Di Tian's eyes suddenly surged.
It no longer suppressed its rage, and the Black Dragon King's true power erupted completely.
An ancient and terrifying pressure rose from its body.
"This is bad." Tang Chuan's expression changed slightly.
As Di Tian prepared to unleash the true Dragon God Claw, Qian Renxue also sensed the danger. The angelic divine armor on her body shone brightly, her six wings closed, and she raised the angelic holy sword high.
"Emperor Heaven!"
"Are you serious?"
Di Tian said in a low voice:
"If you don't play for real, you can't fool him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Di Tian raised his dragon claw.
In that instant, the entire world fell silent.
The aura of the Dragon God's Claw descended upon the battlefield once more.
The edge of Rakshasa space.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Dragon God's Claw..."
The wound on his chest throbbed with intense pain at that moment.
It was an instinctive fear, but at the same time, the greed in his eyes was more intense than ever before.
Di Tian was actually going to use the Dragon God Claw.
In other words, it has been forced to the point where it must take real action.
It was impossible for Qian Renxue to withstand this attack unscathed.
opportunity.
The real opportunity is coming.
Tang San's breathing became increasingly rapid, but he still refrained from making a move.
He wanted to wait until the blow truly landed, until both sides suffered the strongest backlash.
In the center of the battlefield.
The Dragon God's Claw slowly swung out.
The black and gold claw shadow tore through the void, slashing towards Qian Renxue with the source of destruction.
Qian Renxue's golden eyes flashed with divine light.
She did not back down either.
"Angelic Divine Skill".
"The Judgment of the Sun!"
The golden holy sword transformed into a blazing sun, meeting the dragon god's claw.
boom--!
Two ultimate, god-level powers collided.
The world instantly lost its color. The golden sun and the black-gold dragon claw tore each other apart in mid-air, and the terrifying pressure that erupted made everyone and every soul beast on the battlefield unable to stand firm.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Bear King, Crimson King, Purple Princess, and others were all knocked back.
Brigitte's healing light barrier shattered instantly.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons' vast sea of vines turned to dust.
Tang Chuan's hidden Blue Silver Emperor Network was also shaken violently by this attack.
In mid-air, Qian Renxue also pretended to be injured and flew backward. Three fine cracks appeared on the chest of her angelic divine armor, and a wisp of real golden divine blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Di Tian's massive dragon body crashed heavily into the forest, the scales on his left claw shattering, and the Black Dragon King's aura clearly trembled. At this moment, regardless of whether this battle was initially a stalemate or not.
But the injuries on his body are real.
Consumption is also real.
At the edge of the Rakshasa Space, Tang San finally smiled.
His laughter was sinister, manic, and excited.
"Now."
He suddenly raised the Rakshasa Scythe.
Behind them, the seventeen undead titled Douluo opened their gray-white eyes simultaneously.
Tang San stepped into the crevice.
A purplish-black mist surged toward the battlefield like a tidal wave.
"Qian Renxue, Di Tian, you fought well."
"Now, it's my turn to reap the rewards."
A purplish-black crack suddenly tore open at the edge of the battlefield.
Tang San stepped out of the Rakshasa Space, his black robes fluttering in the wind, holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand. Behind him, seventeen undead titled Douluo appeared like evil ghosts crawling out of the depths of hell.
Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tang Xiao, the five elders of Haotian Sect, and the spirits of Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and others stood quietly in the black mist, their gray-white soul flames flickering in their eye sockets.
Tang San's gaze swept across the battlefield. He saw Qian Renxue kneeling on a distant mountain peak, the Angelic Holy Sword embedded in the ground, its golden divine light dimmed, and a trace of golden divine blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth.
He saw Di Tian's enormous black dragon body crash into the depths of the forest, its wings cracked at the edges, its dragon might clearly weakened, and the ferocious beasts such as Xiong Jun, Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and Wan Yao Wang were also injured.
The auras of several elders of the Martial Soul Empire became disordered, and the military formation was thrown into chaos.
Everything seemed to be the perfect moment he had been waiting for.
Both humans and spirit beasts suffered heavy losses.
Both the Angel God and the Beast God were severely injured.
At this moment, Tang San finally stopped suppressing his greed. He slowly opened his arms, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe hovered in front of him, and the purplish-black Rakshasa Altar phantom rose behind him.
"So much blood of powerful people."
"So many soul beast origins."
"And the souls of the angel god and the black dragon king."
"Once I devour you all, my ninth trial of the Rakshasa will be completely completed."
Tang San raised his head, his eyes flickering with a ghostly green flame.
"From this day forward, no one on the Douluo Continent will be able to stop me from becoming a god!"
However, he had barely finished speaking.
On a distant mountain peak, Qian Renxue, who had been looking weak, suddenly raised her head. She looked at Tang San, her golden eyes showing no weakness, only an extremely cold mockery.
"Finally, you've decided to let go?"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat. In the next instant, the so-called "divine blood" at the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth suddenly ignited and turned into a wisp of golden flame before dissipating.
The crack on her angelic robes on her chest healed instantly amidst the flow of golden light.
The previously dim angelic light suddenly surged, and six wings unfolded.
The golden, sun-like radiance illuminated the entire battlefield.
Tang San's pupils constricted sharply, and he said incredulously, "Impossible! You were clearly struck by Di Tian's Dragon God Claw and Black Dragon Annihilation, how could you be completely unharmed?"
Qian Renxue slowly stood up, drew the Angelic Holy Sword, and her aura was not weakened in the slightest; in fact, it was even more sacred and powerful than before.
She stared coldly at Tang San, her voice resounding throughout the heavens and earth:
"Tang San, do you really think I'm one of those Soul Masters who haven't yet become gods?"
"I am a first-order deity, the God of Angels."
"No matter how strong Di Tian is, he is still not a god."
"If the Dragon God were to use his full Dragon God Claw, it might be able to damage my foundation."
"But that attack just now was just a show we put on for you."
"As for this bit of divine blood—"
Qian Renxue raised her hand and waved it, golden flames dancing at her fingertips.
"It's just an illusion created by the power of angels."
Tang San's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
They fell for the trap.
He really fell for the trap.
The earth-shattering battle between humans and beasts just now did not actually injure Qian Renxue.
Di Tian is acting, and Qian Renxue is acting too.
All that talk of mutual destruction was just for his benefit.
Tang San suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where Di Tian had fallen.
Deep in the forest, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, who had been "severely injured and lying on the ground," slowly raised his head.
Black dragon wings unfurled, and the dragon's might rose once more.
Di Tian's massive body rose from the collapsed ancient tree, his golden dragon eyes coldly staring at Tang San.
It did have several wounds, but those injuries were far less serious than Tang San had imagined. Its voice was deep and thunderous as it said:
"Tang San, you're too greedy."
Tang San gritted his teeth. Without further hesitation, almost the instant he realized he had fallen into a trap, he swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and turned to slash at the void behind him.
"Rakshasa Space, open!"
A purplish-black scythe-like light tore through the air.
But this time, the space did not crack.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe struck the void as if it had struck an invisible golden divine wall.
boom!
Golden flames rose from all directions.
In an instant, the entire sky transformed into a gigantic golden cage, with countless true solar fires igniting from the void, connecting heaven and earth, and sealing off the east, west, south, north, and all directions.
That flame was no ordinary flame.
Each wisp contains the purest solar essence of the angelic divine position.
Holy, fiery, and purifying of all evil, the moment the deathly aura of the Rakshasa touched the true fire of the sun, it emitted a piercing scream, like rotting flesh being thrown into the flames, instantly turning into black smoke.
Qian Renxue stood high in the sky, the Angelic Holy Sword pointing at Tang San.
"You think I was just randomly fighting with Di Tian? Tang San, from the moment you stepped onto the battlefield, the True Fire of the Sun sealed off this space."
"You can't escape."
Tang San's face turned ashen.
He swung the Rakshasa Scythe again, unleashing several spatial rift blades in succession.
The eerie green scythe-like light bombarded the surroundings, but the golden fire curtain formed by the true sun fire only trembled violently and was never torn apart.
Every time the Rakshasa Demon Scythe cleaved a crack, the True Fire of the Sun would immediately burn over it, forcibly burning the crack shut. Tang San finally felt the true chill.
Angelic power is indeed one of the nemesis of Rakshasa power, especially since Qian Renxue has become a god and the Sun True Fire sealed the space, making it impossible for him to open his Rakshasa space for a time.
"Damn it!"
Tang San let out a low roar and suddenly looked down at the ground.
If the sky doesn't work, and space doesn't work, then we'll go underground.
Although the Rakshasa Space was sealed by the True Fire of the Sun, shadows and death energy still lingered beneath the earth. If he could use the power of the Rakshasa God to escape underground and then use the undead army to hold off Qian Renxue, he might still have a chance to escape.
With this in mind, Tang San did not hesitate at all.
He transformed into a purplish-black afterimage and hurtled straight to the ground.
"Xiao Wu, Tang Xiao, Bibi Dong, stop Qian Renxue!"
The undead legion behind them simultaneously rioted.
Xiao Wu's spirit transformed into a pink afterimage and rushed towards Qian Renxue.
Tang Xiao's spirit and the five elders of the Haotian Sect raised the gray-black Haotian Hammer together.
Bibi Dong unleashed her Twin Spider Emperor Martial Soul, sending death spider silk surging into the sky. The remaining undead also rushed towards Qian Renxue, Di Tian, and the surrounding ferocious beasts, attempting to create a moment of chaos.
Tang San then took the opportunity to fall downwards.
He still has a chance if he gets close to the ground or goes underground.
But just as his toes were about to touch the ground...
Suddenly, the entire ground lit up.
A bluish-gold light burst forth from the depths of the soil.
A blue silver grass sprouted from the soil.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth... In the blink of an eye, countless Blue Silver Grasses grew wildly from the ground, like a blue-gold ocean, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
Those blue silver grasses are not ordinary grass leaves.
Every leaf flowed with the life-giving light of the Blue Silver Emperor, and every blade of grass was like a chain that had been waiting for a long time, accurately wrapping around Tang San's limbs and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Blue Silver Grass?!"
"Tang Chuan!"
He wielded the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and the eerie green blade light slashed down wildly.
Large swathes of blue silver grass were cut down.
If one leaf is cut off, ten more will grow. No sap flows from the broken blade of grass; instead, an even richer, bluish-gold light of life emanates from it.
The light of life clashed violently with the deathly aura of Rakshasa on Tang San's body, producing a hissing sound.
Tang San felt as if his legs were sinking into an endless swamp of life.
The more it struggled, the tighter the Blue Silver Emperor clung to it.
He looked up sharply.
next moment.
A beam of blue-gold light tore through the smoke and dust in the center of the battlefield, and Tang Chuan slowly emerged from the Blue Silver Emperor Ocean, dressed in blue with blue hair, holding the Trident of the Sea God in his right hand.
The blue-gold gem at the center of the trident emitted a vast divine light, and when the tip of the trident gently touched the ground, the surrounding space rippled like the sea.
Tang Chuan looked at Tang San with a calm yet terrifyingly cold gaze.
"Tang San".
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Upon seeing this, Tang San's expression completely changed. If Qian Renxue's True Sun Fire sealed the sky and space, then Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Emperor sealed the earth.
In the heavens there is the holy fire of angels, on the ground there is the life net of the Blue Silver Emperor, and the void is suppressed by the trident of the sea god.
Surrounding him were Di Tian, Xiong Jun, Chi Wang, Zi Ji, Wan Yao Wang, Bi Ji, and many powerful figures from the Martial Soul Empire's Hall of Worship. This was no ordinary encirclement; it was a trap specifically laid for him.
Tang San stared intently at Tang Chuan, the resentment in his eyes almost tangible.
"It's you again."
"It's you again!"
"Tang Chuan, why do you always have to ruin my plans?!"
Tang Chuan gripped the Trident of Poseidon and took a step forward.
The blue silver jewel beneath his feet surged like a wave of cyan gold.
"Because you deserve to die."
Those four short words struck Tang San's chest like a heavy hammer.
Tang San was so angry that he laughed.
"Am I supposed to die?"
"What did I do wrong by trying to revive Xiao Wu and reclaim everything that was rightfully mine?"
"Those people were weak to begin with!"
"It is my honor that the souls of the weak can become nourishment for my godhood!"
Qian Renxue slowly descended from the sky, her six golden wings unfurled, and the True Fire of the Sun condensed into a massive golden halo behind her. She said coldly:
"They slaughtered cities and devoured souls, turning the dead into puppets, not even sparing their own relatives and teachers."
"Tang San, you're not even as good as an evil soul master anymore."
Di Tian also slowly approached from the other side.
The Black Dragon King's body was enormous, and every step it took caused the earth to tremble.
Its golden dragon eyes locked onto Tang San, its voice deep and resonant:
"You slaughtered my Star Dou Soul Beasts and polluted this ominous land."
"Today, I will not let you escape a second time."
Xiong Jun twisted his neck, and his dark gold claws slowly extended, a cold grin spreading across his face:
"Tang San, I'm furious that you got away last time." (End of Chapter)