“Sea God’s divine power… The holy aura I feel from your body is extremely similar to that of my son and my granddaughter… Are you the newly born Sea God?” Tang Hao’s voice grew solemn. Before they descended to the Lower Realm, Tang San had mentioned that a new Sea God was born on the Douluo Continent, and his powers might be stolen. Now, the woman standing before him looked identical to his granddaughter, yet used the Sea God’s divine power while uttering the cruelest words. After hearing her, he instantly realized she was the new Sea God. However, this face, this bloodline—these could never be faked. Tang Hao could not believe there was no connection between herself and Tang Wutong. There must be some shocking secret he did not know.

“I already told you. My name is Wang Qiu’er.” Wang Qiu’er’s tone was clearly impatient. She hated being mistaken for Tang Wutong the most, and Tang Hao’s suspicious questioning and scrutinizing gaze made her extremely uncomfortable. And when Wang Qiu’er was unhappy, someone was bound to have bad luck.

“I suppose you won’t understand unless I beat you up.” She stopped her nonsense. A clear dragon’s roar erupted from the golden dragon spear in her hand, the tip aiming straight at Tang Hao from afar. The terrifying aura that was a blend of Sea God’s divinity and the dragon’s domineering soul instantly locked onto Tang Hao.

In the next moment, Wang Qiu’er vanished from her spot, transforming into a streak of golden light. The golden dragon spear in her hand tore through the sky, mercilessly aiming at the center of Tang Hao’s brows and leaving behind a dazzling trajectory. No margin for error was allowed in this deadly clash.

From a distance, watching Wang Qiu’er and Tang Hao exchange blows in an instant, Lu Jingming retreated a few steps, leaving the battlefield fully to them. He smiled gently at the woman beside him, Zhang Laxuan.

“Sister Laxuan, you can go as well. Use her to practice your hand.”

Now that Wang Qiu’er and Zhang Laxuan had both secured their divine positions, what they needed most was a fierce battle of equals to master their surging divine powers and new combat styles. Tang Hao and Ah Yin might not be divine, but their combat experience was immense and their divine power had reached the second rank—making them the most qualified whetstones possible.

Zhang Laxuan nodded. She glanced at Lu Jingming, her ever-gentle eyes now flashing with a trace of warlike intent. She too wanted to show him the extent of her current power. Her figure swayed, turning into bright moonlight and intercepting Ah Yin, who was trying to circle around and help Tang Hao.

“Your opponent is me.” Zhang Laxuan’s voice was icy cold. In an instant, an elegant, beautiful silver longbow condensed from moonlight appeared in her hand. This was the artifact she and Lu Jingming had forged together and named Artemis’ Bow. Zhang Laxuan didn’t know the significance behind the name, but since it was Lu Jingming’s choice and she had always cared for him with loving obedience, she naturally had no objections and cherished the bow deeply.

…

“Oh, this is really interesting. So interesting!”

Thousands of meters away, two figures appeared, seated at a small round table draped with a delicate tablecloth. The table was filled with snacks, desserts, and fruit drinks. It was Sparkle and Vita. Like picnicking spectators, they sat on small stools, watching the battle of the gods below with great interest.

“A god-level battle, huh? At best, it’s only a warm-up.” Sparkle picked up a chip, snapped it in half, and spoke with her mouth full.

“But isn’t the real drama in the tangled family ethics? That’s what makes it truly fascinating!” Vita elegantly sipped her juice, her eyes shining with wisdom and mischief.

“Tang San’s wife Xiao Wu is now Huo Yuhao’s wife and has given birth to a child; Tang San’s daughter Tang Wutong was ‘killed’ and merged by her counterpart Wang Qiu’er; now, the new Sea God, who looks like Tang Wutong, is fighting her own grandfather Tang Hao to the death without either knowing the truth… Tsk tsk, what a tangled web!”

“Right, right!” Sparkle slapped the table, excited.

“I really want to see Tang San’s face if he ever learns the truth. That would be so, so, so entertaining!”

The two ate their melon seeds as if no one else existed, discussing the absurd, chaotic family drama. To them, the divine battle below was just background music for the aftershow.

…

On the battlefield, the clash between Wang Qiu’er and Tang Hao had escalated into a fierce confrontation.

“Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!” Tang Hao roared in anger, his Clear Sky Hammer swirling with unstoppable force. The hammer’s shadow overlapped layer upon layer, each strike causing the very air to tremble. After the 99th and 81st hammer swings, all the accumulated power gathered into a pillar of black light, strong enough to shatter the stars, blasting straight toward Wang Qiu’er.

His heart was filled with resentment and fury. The woman before him looked like his granddaughter, yet her power was so overwhelming and alien it defied imagination. The golden dragon spear was indestructible, and every clash unleashed a peerless penetrating force that invaded his Clear Sky Hammer, even threatening to unravel his divine power. What frustrated him most was that Wang Qiu’er’s use of Sea God’s divinity was entirely different from Tang San’s. She wasn’t simply channeling the power of the sea—she perfectly combined the traits of divinity and spear, every thrust seemingly carrying the weight of the entire ocean: heavy as a mountain, yet fast as lightning.

“Petty tricks.” Facing the destructive black pillar, Wang Qiu’er showed no fear, only a trace of contempt. Golden radiance surged from her spear, and a vivid phantom of a golden dragon spiraled forward, unleashing a soul-shaking roar. Pouring all her divine power into the spear, she melded woman and weapon into one, transforming into a golden divine dragon that cut across the sky, meeting the pillar head-on without hesitation.

She didn’t dodge. She wanted to use Tang Hao’s proudest strength to utterly defeat him, forcing him to recognize the fundamental difference between herself and Tang Wutong.

“Boom——!!!!!”

Golden divine dragon and black pillar collided in midair. This time, there was no stalemate. The pillar formed by the full might of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer shattered inch by inch from the point of contact, like a balloon popping from the center, instantly obliterated by the combined force of the dragon and Sea God’s divinity. The golden dragon pressed on, roaring as it charged straight at Tang Hao.

“What?!”

Tang Hao’s pupils shrank. He never imagined his trump card would be broken so effortlessly. He barely had time to raise his Clear Sky Hammer in defense.

“Bang!”

Tang Hao was struck by lightning, sent flying like a cannonball in a long arc, blood spurting from his mouth.

…

Meanwhile, the battle between Zhang Laxuan and Ah Yin was more elegant, but no less dangerous.

“Blue-Silver Imperial Prison!”

Ah Yin’s hands sealed, countless cunning blue and silver emperor vines shot out, forming a huge, sealed sphere that trapped Zhang Laxuan within. The prison’s inner walls sprouted sharp thorns, stabbing fiercely toward her.

Zhang Laxuan remained calm, a round shield of bright moonlight forming before her. Though ethereal, it exuded an aura of eternal tranquility. The thorns struck the shield, snapping one by one as if striking divine iron. Every vine that touched the shield was quickly corroded by its cold moonlight, freezing and withering into black decay.

Ah Yin was shocked. Her Blue Silver Emperor was brimming with life force and usually suppressed cold attributes, but the opponent’s moonlight seemed a natural nemesis—full of silence and withering law.

“Falling Moon.”

Zhang Laxuan intoned. Artemis’ Bow appeared before her, its string fully drawn, a pure moonlight arrow instantly released—not at Ah Yin herself, but at the top of the prison. The instant the arrow struck, it exploded into a shower of moonlight, washing the entire prison.

“Sizzle—”

The blue and silver emperor vines forming the prison dissolved rapidly under the moonlight rain, melting and shattering like ice and snow before acid. In mere breaths, the indestructible prison turned to ash, scattering in the sky.

Zhang Laxuan, holding her silver bow, walked out slowly from the rising ash, her robes billowing like a divine fairy from the Moon Palace. She drew her bow again; this time, three moonlight arrows formed simultaneously, locking Ah Yin in place from afar.

“You’ve lost.” Zhang Laxuan said quietly. She was a god, but with a first-rank divine position, an artifact, and an incomparably solid divine foundation prepared by Lu Jingming himself. Ah Yin, on the other hand, was merely a scattered god without a divine position. No matter her combat experience, before this absolute gap in quality, she could do nothing.

Ah Yin stared at the three soul-shaking arrows, then looked to the distant, badly wounded Tang Hao. Her face was filled with deep sorrow…and despair.

Tang Hao lay heavily injured by Wang Qiu’er’s spear, Ah Yin was suppressed by Zhang Laxuan’s moonlight power—the battle situation had already turned dire. The always proud and refined Ning Rongrong’s face was finally overtaken by a chilling coldness.

She could not accept it. She was the Nine-Colored Goddess, Douluo Divine Realm’s most powerful auxiliary god, the indispensable core of the Shrek Seven Devils. Her role was to help her partners reverse desperate situations, to turn the tide when all seemed lost. If she had to watch the adults lose right before her eyes, the title of ‘strongest support’ would become a joke.

“It’s not over yet!”

A clear, resolute shout split the sky, overpowering all the wind and roaring energy. In Ning Rongrong’s eyes, divine light soared, and the phantom of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda behind her solidified, transforming into a majestic, hundred-foot-tall divine tower made of nine-colored crystal, shining brilliantly. The pagoda had nine layers, each one glowing, covered in countless mysterious divine patterns that reassembled and finally converged at the dazzling sphere atop the pagoda.

“Goddess of Colors, let your divine light shine everywhere!”

Ning Rongrong’s voice turned sacred and majestic as she poured all her divine power into the Nine-Treasure Pagoda. This time, she held nothing back, pushing her second-rank god position to the extreme.

“Buzz——!!!”

A blinding divine light, brighter than the sun, erupted from the sphere atop the pagoda, its nine colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black, and white—all shining at once. The divine light exploded in midair, transforming into a majestic rain of light that covered the entire battlefield. Each droplet of light contained the purest power of law.

Two thick, dazzling beams of light enveloped Ah Yin, who collapsed to the ground, injured and exhausted.

“This is…”

Ah Yin felt endless warmth, boundless life force, and divine power pouring over her, spreading through every limb. Her Blue Silver Emperor vines, previously withered by Zhang Laxuan’s moonlight, rapidly regained their vitality before her eyes, growing vigorously. The vines’ color deepened from blue and gold, now faintly sheathed in a nine-colored halo, their resilience and vitality multiplying several times over.

Her drained divine power, once as dry as a riverbed, now surged forth like a monstrous flood, instantly replenished and continuously rising beyond its former limits. Both the quality and quantity of her divine power underwent a startling transformation.

“First-rank god…so this is what it feels like to touch the threshold of a first-rank god!”

Ah Yin’s heart was in turmoil. She clearly sensed that, under Ning Rongrong’s reckless amplification, her own second-rank god shackles had been temporarily broken, and she had entered a new realm.

Meanwhile, Oscar acted without hesitation. He looked at the badly injured, gasping Tang Hao and summoned his divine power. His whole body radiated golden light as a special recovery sausage appeared in his hand.

“Uncle Hao, hurry!”

With a flash, he appeared at Tang Hao’s side and fed him the sausage directly. It melted in Tang Hao’s mouth, transforming into a storm of pure life force and divine power, rapidly healing his damaged divine body and meridians.

Almost at the same time, Ning Rongrong’s nine-colored divine light also enveloped them.

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