AWB Chapter 405 Rakshasa Devours Souls? Life Descends!
Chapter 405 Rakshasa Devours Souls? Life Descends!
Chapter 405 Rakshasa Devours Souls? Life Descends! (I'll finish writing this anyway, to be a person who sees things through!)
"So many souls—what a waste!"
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
The next moment, the Rakshasa mark between his eyebrows suddenly lit up.
A purplish-black light erupted from his body, like an eerie black sun hanging above Star Luo City. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe trembled slightly, and countless eerie green flames descended from its blade.
The flames did not ignite the ground.
Instead, it ignited the soul.
On the battlefield, the remnant souls of countless soldiers who had just died were forcibly pulled out of their corpses by the eerie green flames.
They struggled and howled in agony, trying to escape, but they couldn't shake off the strange suction.
On the walls of Xingluo City, everyone's expression changed.
Ning Feng's pupils contracted violently.
"Tang San, have you gone mad! Among these people are soldiers from the Star Luo Empire and soldiers from the Spirit Empire. They are all dead, and you still want to desecrate their souls?"
Tang San slowly lowered his head, his eyes cold.
"Blasphemy?"
He seemed to have heard a joke, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"When the weak die, their souls should become nourishment for the strong. Sect Leader Ning, after all these years of cultivation, don't you even understand this principle?"
"fart!"
Dugu Bo roared, and the illusory image of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor condensed once more.
But just as he took half a step forward, Tang San simply raised his hand and waved it.
The eerie green light from the Rakshasa Scythe swept across.
"boom!"
Dugu Bo was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the city wall. His robes ripped open at the chest, and a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
That wasn't an ordinary injury.
The Rakshasa's divine power entered his body and began to devour his life force.
"Old poisoner!"
Yang Wudi roared and his Soul-Breaking Spear shot towards Tang San like a meteor.
But Tang San didn't dodge at all.
When the spear tip reached three feet in front of him, it was actually blocked by a layer of purplish-black divine power.
"Yang Wudi, your gun is very sharp."
Tang San spoke calmly.
"Unfortunately, you cannot pierce God."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.
"clang!"
The Soul-Shattering Spear trembled violently, Yang Wudi's tiger's mouth split open, and he was sent flying dozens of feet backward as if struck by lightning.
Tang San stopped looking at them.
In his eyes, these people were no longer a threat.
The only person he truly cared about was Tang Chuan, but Tang Chuan was not in Xingluo City at the moment.
That's why he dared to come.
"Tang Chuan, don't you like saving people?"
Tang San looked up into the distance, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
"Then I will devour all the souls here today, and see if you can save them!"
The Rakshasa scythe was raised high.
The purplish-black vortex in the sky spun wildly.
On the battlefield, more and more souls were drawn up, like pale rivers converging towards Tang San's palm.
The six members of the Golden Crocodile Douluo group also turned extremely ugly upon seeing this scene.
Although they were from the Spirit Empire, the Tang San before them no longer resembled a Spirit Master at all.
It's more like an evil god crawling out of hell.
Clutching his severed arm, Canglang Douluo's voice trembled: "Second Elder, is he—is he really still Tang San?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared intently at the figure in mid-air and said in a deep voice, "He has been corrupted by the power of the Rakshasa God."
"So what do we do?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo did not answer.
Because he didn't know either.
They originally thought Tang San was reinforcements.
But now it seems that if Tang San really devoured the souls of the entire battlefield, even they might not be able to leave alive.
Just when everyone was in despair, Sword Douluo Chen Xin struggled to prop himself up.
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand was covered with cracks, but he still stood up.
Bone Douluo also staggered and stood in front of Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were slightly red.
"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, you must not interfere anymore."
Chen Xin did not turn around, but said softly, "Feng Zhi, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can be defeated, but it cannot kneel."
Bone Douluo grinned, his voice hoarse.
"Old Swordsman is right. We old bones are ready to die at the forefront."
Tang San looked at the two of them, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"An ant dares to block the way of the gods?"
The Rakshasa's demonic scythe slashed down.
This strike was even stronger than the last one.
A dark green blade of light swept across the sky and earth, as if it would split the entire Star Luo City in two.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong simultaneously released their last bit of soul power.
The Seven Kill Sword light intertwined with the bone dragon phantom, transforming into a silver-white barrier.
But this time, the barrier lasted for less than a breath.
"Snap!"
Cracks appeared.
Then, it crumbled inch by inch.
Ning Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone!"
A ghostly green blade of light descended.
But at that very moment, something unexpected happened.
Outside Xingluo City, beneath the blood-stained earth, a faint blue light suddenly appeared.
Then came the second strand.
The third strand.
The fourth strand.
Countless blue lights shone from beside the corpses, from the cracks, and from beneath the broken weapons.
The points of light were initially extremely faint, but in the blink of an eye, they spread like wildfire.
A major earthquake occurred.
One by one, Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the blood mud.
They are slender and delicate, looking as if they would break at the slightest touch.
But the moment the Rakshasa Blade struck, millions of Blue Silver Grasses swayed simultaneously.
A cyan-gold light curtain suddenly rose up!
"boom--!"
The Rakshasa blade struck the light barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.
The entire Star Luo City trembled.
The light curtain did not break.
Tang San's expression changed for the first time.
"Blue Silver Grass?"
He stared intently at the wildly growing blue silver grass on the ground, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
"Impossible! Tang Chuan is clearly on Seagod Island, how could he possibly interfere in the battlefield here?"
Dugu Bo leaned against the city wall, his mouth full of blood, but suddenly he laughed.
"Hahaha—the little monster really did have a backup plan."
Ning Fengzhi was also stunned.
He looked down at his feet.
A Blue Silver Grass was gently wrapped around the wrists of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, its warm life force continuously flowing into their bodies, repairing their broken meridians.
The deathly paleness on Sword Douluo's face began to fade little by little.
Even the broken bones of Bone Douluo were emitting faint sounds of healing.
This is not ordinary treatment; it is the very essence of life.
Tang San's face grew increasingly gloomy.
He suddenly remembered that Tang Chuan had lingered outside Xingluo City for a while before leaving the city.
At that time, he thought Tang Chuan was just casually releasing the Blue Silver Domain to comfort the wounded.
It now seems that Tang Chuan had long ago buried his life's mark beneath this battlefield.
As long as Xingluo City faces the danger of being destroyed.
These marks will awaken on their own.
"Tang Chuan----"
Tang San gritted his teeth.
"You're really persistent!"
He suddenly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and his eighth spirit ring lit up.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Rakshasa Soul Devouring Realm!"
The purplish-black area suddenly expanded.
Countless vengeful spirits burst forth from the Rakshasa Scythe, frantically attacking the blue silver grass.
Wherever the vengeful spirits passed, large swaths of blue silver grass withered.
The cyan-gold light curtain also began to fluctuate violently.
The hopes that had just been rekindled in Xingluo City were once again on the verge of collapse.
Tang San sneered.
"It's just a life mark left behind beforehand, and you think you can stop me?"
He clenched his five fingers together.
The souls of the dead on the battlefield were once again forcibly pulled into the sky.
But this time, not all of those souls flew towards Tang San.
Because beneath the feet of each departed soul, a thin strand of blue silver grass entangled them.
The Blue Silver Grass did not devour them.
Rather, it was to protect their last vestiges of consciousness.
The lingering souls of the dead soldiers looked down blankly.
They saw blue blades of grass swaying in the bloody mud.
I saw the gentle, bluish-gold glow on the blades of grass.
It was as if someone was telling them, "Don't be afraid."
I've come to take you home.
Tang San's face became completely ferocious.
"Tang Chuan! How dare you ruin my path to godhood!"
He gripped the Rakshasa Scythe with both hands, unleashing his purplish-black divine power without reservation.
The vortex in the sky grew larger and larger, almost covering the entire Star Luo City.
"Then I'll sever your life imprint along with it!"
The Rakshasa Scythe fell once more.
This strike was aimed directly at the brightest blue silver grass in the center of the battlefield.
If it is destroyed, the entire realm of life will collapse.
But just as the blade was about to fall...
The blue silver grass suddenly bent its leaves.
It looks like he's laughing.
The next instant, a detached voice rang out from between heaven and earth.
"Tang San".
"Who gave you the audacity to harm my people?"
The moment the sound fell, all the Blue Silver Grass in the entire Star Luo Battlefield simultaneously bowed down.
It was as if they were welcoming a monarch.
Tang San suddenly looked up.
From the distant direction of the Sea of Death, a beam of cyan-gold light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds.
Immediately afterward, the space above Star Luo City began to distort. Countless blue silver grass vines emerged from the void, intertwining and entwining, coalescing into a phantom figure. It was Tang Chuan.
Of course, this is not his true form.
Rather, it was an avatar of his will that descended from thousands of miles away, aided by the Blue Silver Life Mark. Even though it was just an avatar, it caused the life force of the entire battlefield to surge instantly.
Tang Chuan looked down at the heavily injured Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, then at the dying Star Luo soldiers. Finally, his gaze settled on Tang San.
"Swallowing souls?"
Tang Chuan's voice was calm.
"You really did end up like this."
Tang San stared intently at him, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.
"Tang Chuan! Stop putting on that superior act!"
"On what grounds?"
Why should everyone believe you?
"Why is it that we're both Blue Silver Grass, yet I'm the only one you can trample underfoot time and time again?"
Tang Chuan said calmly, "Because you have never truly understood Blue Silver Grass."
Tang San was so angry that he laughed instead.
"That line again!"
"Tang Chuan, do you really think your Blue Silver Grass is the righteous path, and my power is the evil path?"
"Power has no inherent good or evil, only strength or weakness!"
The Rakshasa scythe slashed down fiercely.
This time, the blade's edge struck directly at Tang Chuan's avatar of will.
However, Tang Chuan simply raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, a blood-red phantom of a soul bone slowly emerged.
The roar of the demonic orca king could be faintly heard emanating from that soul bone.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
"The soul bone of the Demon Orca King?"
"No—you killed it?"
Tang Chuan did not answer; he gently clenched his fist.
Beneath the earth, millions of Blue Silver Grasses simultaneously pierced into the depths of the battlefield. The blood energy, resentment, and death energy that had been tainted by the Rakshasa's divine power were gradually stripped away by the Blue Silver Grasses and then forcibly purified.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Chuan's icy voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"The realm of life."
"All spirits return to the court."
A bluish-gold light swept across the battlefield, and the souls that Tang San had forcibly pulled away began to break free from the shackles of the Rakshasa God's power one by one.
They did not come back to life. But they were finally free from suffering.
Each remnant soul bowed slightly towards Tang Chuan before transforming into pure light points and dissipating into the world.
Tang San watched helplessly as the soul power he was about to obtain was purified, his face contorted with rage.
"No!"
"These are all mine!"
Tang Chuan looked up at him.
"They are not yours."
"They are human beings."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cyan-gold light and shadow behind Tang Chuan suddenly expanded.
Countless blue silver grasses transformed into chains, wrapping around Tang San from all directions.
Tang San wielded the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and slashed wildly.
But if one Blue Silver Grass is broken, ten will grow back.
If ten are broken, a hundred will grow; they are not sharp, but they are endless.
Tang San finally felt a breath of fresh air.
This is not simply a suppression of soul power.
Rather, it is life's restraint over death.
"Get out of here!"
Tang San roared, and the Rakshasa mark between his eyebrows emitted a burst of bloody light.
He forcefully shattered the blue-silver chains around his body, and his figure retreated a hundred feet.
He knew that it was no longer possible to continue devouring the souls of the Star Luo Battlefield today.
Although Tang Chuan's physical body is not here, this avatar of his will is enough to hold him back.
But once Tang Chuan's main body returns—
A hint of resentment flashed in Tang San's eyes as he coldly looked at Tang Chuan.
"Tang Chuan, you win this time."
"But you can stop me once, not a second time. Once I truly inherit the Rakshasa Godhood, I will personally uproot every single one of your Blue Silver Grasses!"
Tang Chuan remained expressionless.
"You don't have that chance."
Tang San sneered, and a purplish-black vortex suddenly opened behind him.
His figure slowly disappeared into it.
Before disappearing, he glanced at Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, his voice icy.
"withdraw."
The six Golden Crocodile Douluo were as if they had been granted a pardon. They dared not linger any longer and immediately led the remaining Soul Masters of the Martial Soul Empire to retreat into the distance.
Outside Xingluo City, things finally quieted down.
Tang Chuan's will avatar floated in mid-air, its figure gradually becoming illusory.
Ning Fengzhi forced himself to stand up and bowed to him.
"Thank you, young friend Tang Chuan."
Tang Chuan glanced at him.
"Defend Xingluo City."
I'll be back soon.
After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the distance.
That's the direction of the Sea of Death.
That was also the direction Tang San had just fled in.
A hint of coldness flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes.
"The Rakshasa Legacy - 1"
"Tang San, the day you become a god will be the day you die."
The next moment, the cyan-gold avatar dissipated.
The blue silver grass sways gently throughout the city.
Meanwhile, Tang Chuan, far away in the Sea of Death, slowly opened his eyes.
Meanwhile, in Wuhun City, at the Angel Temple.
Golden light enveloped the entire mountaintop, and a six-winged angel statue hung high at the end of the temple, holding a holy sword, its wings spread as if looking down upon all living beings.
Outside the temple, a fierce wind howled.
But inside the temple, it was eerily quiet.
Qian Renxue knelt on one knee, her long golden hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, blood slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth. The Angelic Holy Sword in her hand was embedded in the ground, its blade covered in fine cracks, its light flickering. Opposite her, Qian Daoliu still stood...
With.
The old man's golden robe was already tattered, and there was a deep sword wound on his chest, with blood dripping down his clothes to the ground.
But his back remained perfectly straight.
The phantom of a six-winged angel slowly unfolded behind him, and a vast, divine pressure permeated the entire hall.
"Xue'er".
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet still authoritative.
"If this is all the strength you have, you will not pass the eighth test."
Qian Renxue raised her head.
There was no retreat in her eyes, only the golden flames burning to their fullest extent.
The Eighth Test of the Angels.
Defeating the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu is no ordinary test.
Instead, she was to personally defeat her grandfather, who had protected and taught her since childhood and placed all his hopes on her. From the moment she stepped into the Temple of Angels, she knew that this battle was unavoidable.
Qian Daoliu is her relative.
It was also the last mortal shackle on her path to becoming a god.