"Xu Mingxi, if I die, only you will be left. Can you handle the killing of Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong?"
"Don't worry about that, Poseidon Douluo."
Xu Mingxi replied with just one sentence, but his attacks never ceased, dragging Poseidon—who was trying to escape—back into the encirclement.
Are you kidding? Other than Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, the only Titled Douluo that didn't belong to them was Golden Crocodile Douluo.
The master had taken the Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma to strengthen his body and nurture his essence. After decades of accumulation, countless battles, and having recently broken through to level ninety-eight, he was more than capable of stopping Golden Crocodile Douluo.
There were still so many Super Douluo left. If they couldn't stop Bibi Dong, they might as well collectively commit suicide. What's the point of existing in the Soul Master world otherwise?
This time was truly troublesome.
Feeling the continuous decline of soul power within his body, and the weakening of many of his attack, defense, and soul recovery fields, Poseidon's heart began to sink into despair.
He had given up on protecting Tang San and wanted to escape back to Sea God Island, but every time he released the Sea God's Light in an attempt to break free from the encirclement, the Super Douluo outside would block him.
Golden Crocodile and the Sect Master were both level 98 Super Douluo, and Sword Douluo's attacks were on par with level 98. It was impossible for Bo Saixi to break out just because she wanted to.
Moreover, Xu Mingguang beside her was constantly affecting her mind. Even if the effect was nearly zero, in a battle like this, even the smallest mistake could be fatal.
While Bo Saixi held the line, she set her sights on the gasping Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo. Earlier, when she charged out despite her injuries, she was restrained by the two of them and failed.
With the help of Ning Fengzhi, the two Super Douluo—Chrysanthemum and Ghost—also began to show the true power of their martial soul fusion technique: two polar static domains, capable of subduing even an unrivaled Douluo in mere seconds.
Bo Saixi looked at Ghost Douluo, who was slowly recovering under Ning Fengzhi's support, and realized that if she didn't eliminate these two, she might never be able to leave this place alive.
But with her current physical condition, could she even kill the two of them? Bo Saixi herself wasn't confident.
Repeated forced breakthroughs had severely deteriorated her physical state. The time she was stopped by Ghost Douluo had come at the cost of an injury. The holy light of the angel still lingered on her wounds, making recovery impossible.
It seemed this time, she might truly be buried here. Hopefully, Brother Chen wouldn't blame her.
Seeing Bo Saixi's condition worsen and her struggle to hold off Xu Mingxi and the others, Tang Hao had no choice but to wake Tang San, who was still recovering.
The aftereffects of his failed soul ring absorption were still ongoing. Tang San's soul power was chaotic and completely unusable. His body was wracked with pain and hidden injuries.
At first, he wanted to ask Senior Bo Saixi why she wasn't controlling the ship properly, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that she was being beaten and could barely resist.
"Father, what's going on? Why is the Spirit Empire joining forces with the Star Luo Empire?"
"I don't know, but we might really be doomed this time."
"Where's great-grandfather? Can we call him for help?"
"No, the surrounding space has been sealed off by them, and all forms of communication have been blocked."
Tang San then noticed that half of the ship's hull was actually suspended mid-air, held aloft by a sea of stars, completely immobile.
His already pale face turned deathly white. He recognized most of the Titled Douluo present—and clearly, they weren't opponents he could take on.
Why was the heavens treating him this way? He hadn't yet made the Tang Sect flourish in this world, hadn't popularized hidden weapons, and hadn't even found his true love.
Tang San wanted to do something—but he couldn't do anything at all. The hidden weapons in his hands couldn't even reach the Titled Douluo in the sky, let alone harm them.
He could only pray that his great-grandfather on Sea God Island would sense what was happening and come to help as soon as possible—to save his life.
Unfortunately, the fluctuations from the battle were almost completely concealed by Xu Mingguang. Coupled with the distance, those on Sea God Island couldn't perceive any of it.
However, there was one being—or god—who knew what Bo Saixi was going through.
The Sea God looked down at the sky above the Douluo Continent, where his high priestess was being besieged by many Titled Douluo, and his rage nearly overturned the entire temple.
How dare they? To besiege and try to kill his high priestess in the very sea he ruled—what a tremendous insult!
But just as Poseidon was about to use his divine power to boost Bo Saixi, the God of Destruction suddenly appeared in his temple and grabbed his arm.
"Poseidon, don't forget the rules of the Divine Realm. No one is allowed to interfere in the affairs of the lower world."
"Destruction, can't you see my high priestess is about to be killed? Let go!"
"No. Rules are rules."
Poseidon really wanted to spit at the God of Destruction. She wasn't your priestess or follower, was she? She was his spokesperson in the lower world. How was she supposed to survive if she died like this? What made it worse was that among those trying to kill Bo Saixi was actually the descendant of the Angel God—utterly unbearable to him.
However, he had no choice but to obey the God of Destruction. If the high priestess died, he could always train another. After all, with divine power infusion, training another unrivaled Douluo wouldn't be difficult.
"I understand. I won't send my divine power to the lower world again."
"That's for the best. Shura may turn a blind eye, but I won't."
The God of Destruction vanished from the temple. The Sea God looked down gloomily at Bo Saixi, who was struggling to maintain her shield, and channeled the Sea God's Light from Sea God Island to send a message.
In the eyes of all the confused sea soul masters on the island, the Sea God's Light in the Sea God Temple flared brightly, and one of the beams quietly extended, sinking into the palm of Tang Chen.
His eyes suddenly widened, filled with shock and fear. Ignoring his own injuries, he erupted with immense power and rushed toward the place where Xu Mingxi and the others were fighting at incredible speed.
"Xixi, you have to wait for me."
No one on the island knew what had happened, but something so dangerous must have occurred for this powerful man to risk everything and charge out like that.
After arranging for all sea soul masters to strictly patrol and monitor changes, Seadragon Douluo and the others stood outside the Sea God Temple, looking toward where Tang Chen had gone, their hearts filled with concern.
The High Priestess was still out there. Let's hope she wasn't the one in trouble this time.