Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

Pretty Girl felt waves of nausea welling up from her chest. Both the Heavenly Mechanism Feather and her own body were being eroded by the bloody scent, as countless resentful spirits surged. If not for the resistance provided by the Dual energies of Black and Yellow, her very self would have already been corroded into plasma.

"Relax yourself," a voice that steadied her sounded in her ear. The next instant, within her Sea of Spirit, the originally background-like giant crystal core suddenly burst into intense light.

In that moment, it was as if Time itself had frozen. Pretty Girl vaguely saw starlight, true starlight, from the infinite cosmos.

It was as if a connection from another world had been made. A pair of strong arms came from behind her, wrapped around her waist, pulling her body naturally and closely into his embrace.

The next instant, it seemed as if Time resumed its flow, but what Pretty Girl experienced was the flurry of countless fragmented images flashing through her mind in an instant. Each fragment was ethereal yet not clear, but it seemed as if every one of them had a deep connection to her.

She was slightly dizzy and disoriented, her Spiritual Core trembling intensely. However, the warmth coming from behind and the stabilizing presence of the giant crystal strengthened all that she was.

A speck of starlight suddenly shone brightly in her spiritual world. In that instant, she seemed to see a world from ancient and eternal times, as if witnessing a pair of embracing figures and the endless unwillingness to part.

A speck of red light suddenly expanded within her mind. The Heavenly Mechanism Feather disappeared from Pretty Girl's hand, and under the watchful eyes of many, her hands slowly came together above her head in prayer. The movement was not fast, but it was so peculiar, just as when she had previously conjured the Heavenly Circle.

When her palms joined completely, a stream of red light shot up from within them.

Mengte Te, wielding the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear and plunging down with full force, carried with him a malicious red glow filled with the screams of countless resentful spirits.

Yet the red light that surged from Pretty Girl's hand was grand and vast, filled with dignity and righteousness.

The red glow surged upward, and to all the spectators in the outside world, including each Emperor, none could sense how powerful the red light that rose from Pretty Girl's palm was. However, in the exact moment it surged, a strange scene occurred.

The wailing of the resentful spirits turned into cries of sorrow. The blood color from the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear wildly faded away, and all that was vicious and dark seemed to be sliced open by a wave in an instant.

Mengte Te's ferocious gaze almost immediately turned to astonishment. With a powerful shudder of his wings, he forcibly flung Mengte Shi away, flying beyond the arena's bounds.

The two beams of red light collided and crossed past each other. One of them seemed to be completely split open, sliding to both sides and dissipating.

In that moment, Time and Space appeared as if they were frozen.

All the fragmented images in Pretty Girl's head also paused at this moment, gradually transforming into mere phantasms. In her mind, she seemed to hear Asura's voice again.

He was saying, "Today, I feel incredibly good, better than I have ever felt before."

The two Great Demon King Level referees watched the scene with wide-eyed shock. As the image in the air froze, they instinctively wanted to intervene. But in that instant, it seemed as if everything had already ended.

"Boom—" It wasn't the sound of a collision, but the sound of Mengte Te falling from the sky, his body crashing into the ground with force.

"Clang clang" The Blood Slaughter Demon Spear, broken in two, fell to the ground, turning into a pitch-black metal, no longer possessing the slightest bit of demonic charm.

A majestic aura surged into the sky, completely expelling the malevolent air brought by the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear and clearing the whole sky in an instant as if it became transparent. The gathering clouds of tribulation that had already begun to form quietly split in two and just like that, dissipated.

The entire arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, all the spectators felt as though something inexplicable had happened, and in fact, they really didn't know what had transpired, why everything suddenly changed. The formerly dominant Mengte Te, who was driving the rebellious demon weapon with mighty strength, how was he suddenly struck down? Find exclusive stories on мѵʟ

Great gushes of blood spurted from Mengte Te's body, which was still twitching. Thankfully, the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear had blocked the majority of the attack for him, preventing his body from also being split in two. Despite this, his condition was not good; the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear was his lifebound weapon, having long been trained to the level of being fused with his breath. With the spear destroyed, all the attached demonic qi and resentment were expelled, causing him fundamental injuries, even the single horn on his head had snapped off.

A dark figure suddenly appeared on the competition stage, a purple-black halo enveloping Mengte Te. At the same time, his somber gaze also fell upon Pretty Girl, who stood there with closed eyes and a pale face.

But turning slightly, there was now someone else in front of Pretty Girl, it was none other than Tang San, shielding her with his own body.

A terrifying pressure surged out in an instant like a tidal wave barreling down upon Tang San and Pretty Girl.

"Are you attempting to destroy the Ancestral Court's fairness?" Just then, an icy voice rang out, followed immediately by an overwhelming killing intent descending from the sky, forcibly tearing apart the immense pressure, standing in front of both Tang San and Pretty Girl.

Even with his back turned, Tang San could still feel how domineering that terrifying killing intent was.

The one who appeared by Mengte Te was naturally his grandfather, the Eternal Night King Dark Devil Emperor. And the one standing before Tang San and Pretty Girl was the Heavenly Thorough White Tiger Demon Emperor. These two great demon emperors were ranked fifth and sixth, respectively.

"Are you aware that they destroyed it?" A voice like icy gravel spat from the throat of the Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor.

The White Tiger Great Demon Emperor coldly responded, "If their skills are not as good, it is the nature of competition."

"Do you know that he is the chosen of the Dragon Clan?" The Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor spoke while looking towards the central box of the spectator's premium seat area, where not only the first powerhouse of the Ancestral Court resided but also the current patriarch of the Dragon Clan.

The White Tiger Great Demon Emperor coldly stated, "All I know is the fairness of the Ancestral Court. With all eyes on us, what do you intend to do?"

The Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor looked at Mengte Te, who was still twitching on the ground, and pressed down with his right hand, the dark halo closing in, sweeping his body within, "He's done for, God Rank is difficult. There must be an accounting for this loss." After speaking, he did not linger any longer. Suddenly, the surrounding air grew dark, and in the next instant, the Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor disappeared without a trace.

A single match had led to a standoff between two great demon emperors, an extremely rare occurrence in the history of the Ancestral Court's elites' competition. The Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor had no choice but to leave, not because he was scared of the White Tiger Great Demon Emperor for being one rank lower, but because he genuinely did not have the right of it—with all eyes on him, he couldn't do much. However, the enmity was clearly established.

The Peacock Demon Clan undoubtedly gained another powerful enemy!

The White Tiger Great Demon Emperor turned around, his gaze landing on Tang San and Pretty Girl. By then, Pretty Girl had fallen unconscious, cradled in Tang San's arms.

Looking at Tang San, whose face was also as pale as paper, the White Tiger Great Demon Emperor frowned slightly, said nothing more, and, in a flourish, disappeared just like that.

It wasn't until this moment that a tumultuous uproar resounded from the spectator seats.

They won, the duo of Tang San and Pretty Girl, group three-five, had actually won against Mengte Te's team, which had unleashed its full power with the aid of lightning tribulation and the Demon Weapon.

What intrigued all the spectators the most was what that beam of red light that destroyed the demon weapon was. To defeat a demon weapon, it might be possible to do so by sheer strength, but to destroy it along with the weapon was no easy feat. Moreover, it was clear that Tang San and Pretty Girl couldn't possibly overpower Mengte Te! Which means, Pretty Girl likely had a divine tool even more powerful than the Blood Slaughter Demon Spear, using an instantaneous burst of power from the divine tool to destroy the demon weapon and heavily injure Mengte Te.