On the battlefield, the spectacular clash of the five unparalleled experts reached its zenith.
Every collision of sacred artifacts sounded like heavenly drums, shaking the very souls of those present.
Terrifying divine power and violent energy filled the sky. Above Spirit Hall City, the clouds twisted with strange and vibrant colors—sometimes glowing gold, other times tinged with blood, shot through with roaring thunder dragons or surging waves.
Even soul masters and commoners who had long since retreated to the outskirts and beyond could feel the terror at the end of the world overhead.
Ground-shaking thunder and blinding energy beams shattered all their previous understanding of the power system of soul masters.
Could this truly be achieved or created by humans? No—it was clearly a war between gods.
At the heart of the battlefield, Chu Shanhe and Elder Yuan Hua, now wielding the twin thunder maces, exchanged increasingly seamless attacks as a pair. Though it was their first time wielding the thunder god's artifact, their exceptional spiritual power and battle instincts allowed them to swiftly adapt and control the hidden thunder power within.
BOOM—!
Chu Shanhe's blood surged, merging flawlessly with the purple-gold lightning from the thunder mace as he struck viciously at Tang Chen's Asura Demon Sword.
As sword and mace clashed, storms of energy more frightening than ever erupted across the field.
This time, it was Tang Chen who was forced back. As the terrifying blend of destruction and holy purification surged through his sword, his already-crumbling body convulsed violently. As he slid backwards, black ripples spread beneath his feet.
Almost simultaneously, Elder Yuan Hua materialized like a ghost behind Tang Chen and silently pointed the second thunder mace straight at a vital spot on his back.
"Out of my way!"
Tang Chen roared, barely twisting his body as he parried with the Asura Demon Sword.
CLANG!
Another devastating boom split the air. Though Tang Chen managed to shield his vital point, the lightning from the thunder mace penetrated his blade and struck his body. He spat thick blood as his form, like a kite with its string snapped, was hurled hundreds of meters through the void. Only with great effort did he regain his footing, his aura even weaker and his body on the verge of exploding from within.
Glaring in disbelief at Chu Shanhe and Elder Yuan Hua gripping the thunder maces, Tang Chen wiped blood from his lips.
"What… what kind of divine relics are those?!"
As the former heir who'd been a step away from passing the nine Asura trials, he understood, more than anyone, the power of the Asura God and the status of the Asura Demon Sword—a top-tier killing weapon in all the God Realm.
Yet the sacred, overwhelming force emanating from the twin purple-gold maces was not inferior to the sword in his hand. This upended everything he knew.
Normally, the power of artifacts is reduced when used separately by different wielders, but even apart, these twin maces possessed power on par with the Asura Sword. What kind of divine weapon was this? Which god could it have come from?
"Kill him!"
There was no time for Tang Chen to ponder. Chu Shanhe and Elder Yuan Hua shouted sternly as they pressed their assault, completely sealing his routes of escape.
Meanwhile, on the other battlefield, Bo Saixi's plight had grown even more desperate.
Although she wielded the sea god's power and trident, facing Qian Daoliu—who was burning with the secret "Sacrifice" technique and an awakened Angel Sword—she was at an utter disadvantage.
The Angel Sword sparkled brilliantly, purifying all it touched, while her trident, lacking the Sea God's Heart, grew dull and vastly diminished in might.
Each clash left her arms numb, blood surging violently within.
What unsettled her further was that Qian Daoliu could subtly draw on the sun's power to recover a portion of his spirit energy, allowing continuous attacks, even if full recovery was impossible.
But with the fight taking place deep inland, far from the sea, and with no reinforcements to call on, Bo Saixi's own powers, both soul and divine, had waned greatly.
A brilliant golden sword light grazed her neck, tattering several locks of her deep blue hair and scorching her white throat.
Had she turned a moment later, that sword would've decapitated her.
"Qian Daoliu!"
Bo Saixi could finally bear it no longer. While blocking with her trident, she cried, "We have known each other for a hundred years! Even if we were never meant to be, is there truly no affection between us? Why drive us to the brink of extinction?!"
She could not understand why Qian Daoliu, once gentle and refined—who had even once favored her—had become so ruthless and lethal.
But all she received in return was the killing intent in Qian Daoliu's golden eyes. As his wrist flicked, the Angel Sword summoned countless golden sword shadows, sealing off every escape.
Each attack targeted vital points with not a shred of mercy.
A cold sensation filled Bo Saixi's chest. Gritting her teeth, she fought on, forced to defend desperately with a trident that shone ever duller—her blue dress splitting under the relentless golden sword rain. Her situation was perilous; wounds proliferated on her body.
Meanwhile, after activating his Thunder God true form, Chen Yi dominated the battlefield with his godly body alone.
The four remaining Guardians mounted a desperate encirclement. Chen Yi's response was brutally direct.
"ROAR!"
The Shark King revealed his true form—a terrifying 20-meter-long, bloodthirsty shark. Its massive jaws snapped, sending blood and flesh flying as it bit down on Chen Yi's thunderous form with abandon.
Chen Yi didn't dodge, nor did he block. He simply swatted away the Iron Trident King's strike with one massive left hand.
Then, turning sharply, he seized the Shark King's massive jaws with hands of solid lightning.
For an instant, terror flashed in the Shark King's eyes. His razor teeth clamped down, but failed even to breach the outermost layer of lightning.
Thunder flashing in his eyes, the giant Chen Yi let out a deep, rumbling roar.
"Open!"
RIP—
With sheer, brute force, he tore the terrifying shark in half, a grisly sound echoing.
A downpour of blood and shattered soul power rained from above; the Shark King was obliterated before he could even finish screaming.
Casting aside the remnants, Chen Yi turned a cold gaze on the Turtle King.
The Turtle King trembled at Chen Yi's brutal killing. Seeing Chen Yi's eyes fix on him, he screamed instinctively, instantly firing his ninth soul skill:
"Ninth Soul Skill— Profound-Shell Halting Sea!"
Already massive, the turtle's form expanded, ancient wave patterns emerging on its shell, exuding an aura capable of suppressing the entire sea itself.
Chen Yi's expression remained unmoved. The thunder-clad giant took a step forward, shaking the ground. With his waist twisting and right fist clenched, myriad lightnings condensed into a pillar of violet-gold thunder capable of splitting heaven and earth, and he punched straight at the turtle's thick shell.
Everywhere his fist passed, space warped and unbearable howls of agony thundered out.
THUD—
The thunderous blow struck, sounding like an ancient war drum, sending visible shockwaves in all directions.
The deadlock lasted only a split second.
CRACK…CRACK…
Sheer cracks spread swiftly across the Black Turtle's shell—the terrifying power behind Chen Yi's thunder fusion punch rendering the previously unbreakable ninth soul skill's defense brittle as an eggshell.
"No… Impossible…"
The Turtle King could only despair.
BOOM—!
A burst of power exploded; the turtle's shell and body blew apart, dissolving into a bloody mist amid dazzling lightning.
Another titled Douluo Guardian of Sea God Island fell!
In a moment, two Titled Douluo were gruesomely slain—a breathtaking sight.
The remaining Iron Trident King and Sea Urchin King watched in terror as their companions died in an instant, not even their bodies remaining.
Icy dread gripped their hearts; they realized at last they hadn't been fighting a soul sage, but the thunder god incarnate—a living death god.
Damn!
The Iron Trident King's voice trembled, hands shaking as he clutched his weapon.
A flash of madness and resolve appeared in the Sea Urchin King's eyes. Realizing escape was impossible, he resolved to fight to his last breath!
"Eighth Soul Skill—Rolling Urchin!"
With a roar, he burned all his remaining spirit power, fusing entirely with his martial spirit, transforming into a five-meter-wide, high-speed spinning, spike-covered ball—hurtling at Chen Yi like a meteor of mutual destruction.
Each spike glowed poisonously, slicing the air with a piercing whistle.
Chen Yi let out a cold snort—he neither dodged nor avoided this suicide attack.
The thunder giant spread his golden arms and charged head-on with blinding force.
BANG! BANG! BANG! CRACK!
The spinning, poison-tipped sea urchin struck Chen Yi's thunderous body, but its spikes shattered instantly, unable to even pierce his golden hide.
Closing his arms like iron clamps, Chen Yi grasped the rolling urchin and squeezed until the spikes broke, then unleashed a blast of blue-gold lightning.
"Break!"
Under overwhelming force, every last spike shattered, exposing the urchin's defenseless core.
Without hesitation, Chen Yi hammered his fist into it.
BOOM!
The Sea Urchin King crashed to the ground like a meteor, his body and shell shattering, blood spraying from his wounds.
Ignoring the Iron Trident King's last desperate lunge, Chen Yi sent a massive thunder palm sweeping across—seizing the fleeing Sea Urchin King with violet-gold lightning.
"No—!"
The urchin king sensed the apocalyptic power gripping him and let out one last, despairing wail.
Chen Yi's icy thunder giant hand clenched mercilessly.
SPLAT!
At this point, among the four Guardians who'd surrounded Chen Yi, only the Iron Trident King remained.
He stood frozen, face pale, hands trembling, staring at Chen Yi as if seeing a demon crawling up from hell.
Almost simultaneously, from elsewhere, a piercing, anguished scream echoed.
Wounded and on the brink, the Seagull King now faced Qian Renxue's intensified assault. With a sharp cry, her eighth spirit ring flared.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Angel's Descent!"
An angelic figure—virtually identical to Qian Renxue, but even more majestic and divine, crowned with six vast wings—appeared behind her, gripping a golden holy sword. As she slowly unfurled her wings, countless golden feathered swords formed out of pure holy soul power, spreading across the wings like a peacock's fan.
In the next moment, these swords, wreathed in sacred flames, shot out in a storm, filling the sky, sealing off all escape routes for the Seagull King.
Staring at the storm of feathers, the Seagull King's eyes filled with despair.
"No… No!" she shrieked, flapping her wings in a futile attempt to flee death's embrace.
But the feather-swords were faster, moving with intelligence, closing in from all sides.
SWISH SWISH SWISH…
One after another, the sharp blades pierced flesh—the Seagull King was instantly impaled by countless golden swords, holy flames burning her soul, body, and blood to ash.
"AAAAAA!!"
Her inhuman shriek chilled the bones of all who heard it.
Blood flooded out from between the endless feathers, instantly vaporized by the sacred fire.
As the sword storm faded into shimmering motes of light, only drifting ash was left on the wind.
BOOM—
Back at Chen Yi's side, a final sharp explosion signaled the Iron Trident King's destruction—struck down by thunder, he and his weapon blown to pieces. With that, the last of the five Sea God Island Guardians were eradicated, bodies and souls alike obliterated.
The Five Great Guardians were utterly annihilated!