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"Although I've only temporarily reached this realm, it's barely enough."

Hai Bodong's face was expressionless, but his tone was filled with sardonic undertones.

He had witnessed the arrogance of the black shadow just moments ago.

"Arrogant!"

The black shadow's face alternated between green and white, icy coldness flickering in his pitch-black eyes.

"You can't possibly be a god. Today, I'll weigh your worth myself!"

Black mist surged to the sky, a dense murderous aura engulfing the world.

This was the power of a deity. Every action surpassed all limits.

Yet Hai Bodong was not to be outdone. With a casual wave of his sleeve, he dispersed most of the darkness that had blotted out the sun.

Bone-chilling cold and pitch-black murderous aura divided the heavens, each refusing to yield.

"Devil Hand Seal!"

The black shadow swept his sleeve, sending endless black energy skyward—forming an enormous, dark handprint.

As the hand pressed down, even space itself shattered into nothingness.

Hai Bodong's eyes narrowed. Countless ice blades condensed, merging into a massive ice spear.

The spear shot out, cold energy flooding forth, slamming hard into the black handprint.

"Boom!"

Space ruptured. Seawater surged tens of thousands of feet high as wild energy waves shook half the ocean.

The terrifying might alarmed powerhouses across the continent.

"What kind of beings are these?"

"Gods?"

Countless experts whispered amongst themselves, unable to hide their shock.

Deep in the Star Dou Great Forest, Di Tian suddenly looked up, grave light flickering in his golden eyes.

"This is... a god's aura?"

As one of the top beings on Douluo Continent, Di Tian felt a faint oppression.

He gazed toward the ocean, as if seeing two towering figures dueling across thousands of miles.

"Master!"

Sensing something, Di Tian's expression became respectful.

"Is that... the young master?"

"Understood!"

Di Tian responded and stood up, his golden eyes glowing even brighter.

"Rumble!"

Out on the boundless sea, a battle destined to shake the continent erupted with fury.

This was a clash beyond limits, at the level of gods.

Hai Bodong and the black shadow fought fiercely, neither yielding an inch.

They seemed perfectly matched, with no clear victor.

Above the nine heavens, fierce winds howled. Every subtle ripple in their fight could easily erase a Titled Douluo from existence.

This was what it meant to be a god!

Even though both parties had only temporarily ascended to godhood, their power was still terrifying.

Not even Mo Wuliang, who had already condensed a demigod position, was qualified to interfere at this level.

On the sea, Su Yu and the others were reduced to mere spectators.

Witnessing a battle between gods firsthand, even the well-traveled Su Yu felt his heart tremble.

And this was only the lowest tier of godly battles—yet still so terrifying.

If two God Kings fought, even the aftermath might destroy cities and sever rivers.

Perhaps, the entire Douluo Continent could be reduced to ashes in such a fight.

Su Yu sighed softly, his starry eyes cold.

He still wasn't strong enough!

 Become a god!

He had to become a god as soon as possible!

 Without godhood, one is always an ant!

Su Yu gripped the Icefall Divine Spear, his gaze more resolute than ever.

He had barely blocked the black shadow's previous casual strike with all his strength.

If he hadn't forged a divine body, he might've been gravely wounded.

Compared to these powerhouses, he was still far too weak.

"Three years. I must become a god within three years!"

Within three years, he had to complete the Eighth Trial and inherit the legacy.

Su Yu made a silent vow.

"Take another move—Ten Thousand Evils!"

Sinister ghostly faces emerged around the black shadow, exuding a chilling, evil aura.

Hai Bodong took a deep breath and formed seals with his hands; thousands of dragon shadows appeared in the world.

"Thousand Shadows Cold Kill!"

Both unleashed their ultimate moves at once. The terrifying energy was like a nuclear explosion.

The clouds for thousands of miles were swept away. The sea was pressed down by a thousand meters, waves surging sky-high.

Su Yu and the others tried their best, but were still blown away by the terrifying shockwave.

"Hai Bodong, you are indeed strong. I have no time to play with you today. Next time we meet, I'll take your life."

The black shadow clenched his hand, tearing open a rift in space, then vanished into it.

After all, he had only temporarily borrowed Ye Xishui's body. He couldn't maintain the godly state for long.

Hai Bodong didn't pursue. He took a deep breath, his aura unsteady.

The black shadow was at his limit, but so was Hai Bodong.

The secret technique's duration was limited. Forcing a chase would be too risky.

With the black shadow gone, only devastation was left in the world.

Hai Bodong waved his hand, clearing away the remaining energy.

Only then did Su Yu and the others dare to approach the battlefield.

"Elder Hai!"

"Young master, I failed. He escaped."

Hai Bodong spoke with some shame.

Su Yu shook his head, "That guy's methods are too strange—he's not so easy to handle. Don't blame yourself."

If a god-level powerhouse truly wanted to escape, who could stop him?

After all, Hai Bodong wasn't a true deity.

For him to briefly ascend to godhood had already exceeded Su Yu's expectations.

The high priest was becoming more and more extraordinary.

"Swish, swish!"

Figures flashed over—Mo Wuliang, Zhang Lexuan, and Shui Lingguang all gathered beside Su Yu.

They were still in shock.

That battle between gods was simply too terrifying.

"Young master!"

"Yu!"

Su Yu nodded to them, signaling he was unharmed.

At this moment, Mo Wuliang asked, "Young master, what about this one?"

Mo Wuliang glanced at Hai Bodong, coldness in his eyes.

The black shadow hadn't taken Long Xiaoyao when he left!

Perhaps he knew Long Xiaoyao couldn't be taken, or perhaps he feared Hai Bodong and Mo Wuliang's strength.

Either way, Long Xiaoyao was now abandoned.

Su Yu's gaze shifted to Long Xiaoyao.

Right now, Long Xiaoyao was in terrible shape.

His breath was feeble, hair disheveled, clothes tattered, covered in wounds.

Especially the bloody hole in his chest, which still oozed blood.

One could vaguely see his heart beating in his chest.

Long Xiaoyao was clearly gravely injured.

The Icefall Divine Spear's power was immense, and its wounds were hard to heal.

Even if he managed to linger, Long Xiaoyao wouldn't last long.

Especially with Su Yu and the others still present.

In his current state, how could he possibly escape from them?

Long Xiaoyao's fate was already sealed.

Su Yu looked at him for a while, then quietly spoke, "Long Xiaoyao, being abandoned doesn't feel good, does it?"

Long Xiaoyao gave a bitter smile. "As long as Xishui is safe, I don't care about myself. I knew this would be my end the moment we chose to oppose you."

Ever since Ye Xishui stubbornly chose to go against Su Yu and the others, they'd set foot on a path of no return.