Chapter 320: Demigod, Divine Weapon!
"If you can't withstand two moves, then leave your body here."
Yu Yuanzhen spoke expressionlessly, as if this was no more than a trivial matter.
"Holy Dragon Clan? Heh. Either change your name… or die!"
If he didn't suppress the Holy Dragon Clan today, in the future any random cat or dog would claim to be some sort of Divine Dragon or whatever...
Don't disgrace the name of dragon-type martial spirits!
"You… you…"
Tuoba Xi's eyes widened, and he nearly coughed up blood.
Yu Yuanzhen really didn't take the Holy Dragon Clan—or him, the clan master—seriously at all!
This was just too arrogant!
Two moves?
Even a Titled Douluo above level ninety-five wouldn't dare to claim they could take down a peak-level eighty-nine Soul Douluo in just two moves!
Arrogant. Far too arrogant!
"Yu Yuanzhen, don't push things too far!"
Tuoba Xi gritted his teeth and shouted.
He was just a step away from reaching the Titled Douluo level. In five to ten years at most, he would definitely break through.
And once he did, what would be wrong with calling his martial spirit the White-Armored Holy Dragon?
What would be wrong with naming the clan the Holy Dragon Clan?
Now he had only done so a little ahead of time!
"Too much?"
"Hahaha..."
Yu Yuanzhen laughed heartily, stopping about twenty meters in front of Tuoba Xi.
Then his smile vanished. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grasped the air—and Tuoba Xi's expression changed dramatically.
It felt as if an invisible, merciless hand had clutched his throat. His entire body slowly rose from the ground.
Tuoba Xi's eyes bulged in disbelief. At that moment, his gaze toward Yu Yuanzhen had completely changed.
If he tells you to change your name, just do it!
Why resist?
In that instant, Tuoba Xi regretted it!
He wanted to speak, but no words came. He could only struggle mid-air.
"???"
The entire arena fell silent!
That move… was terrifying!
How powerful must one's soul power be to do something like that?
Yu Yuanzhen hadn't even released his martial spirit!
"Sect Master!"
Members of the Holy Dragon Clan looked utterly stunned. Their sect master was completely helpless in front of the opponent!
They weren't fools—they didn't dare make a move.
If Yu Yuanzhen could deal with Tuoba Xi so effortlessly, how much effort would it take to deal with them?
Was there even a need to guess?
"Sp... spare me…"
Tuoba Xi managed to choke out the words. His desperation to survive forced them from his mouth.
Yu Yuanzhen sneered and finally released his grip.
Tuoba Xi's body crashed to the ground.
Having survived by sheer luck, he didn't dare show the slightest resentment—at least not in front of Yu Yuanzhen.
Yu Yuanzhen took a step forward. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit instantly possessed him, and in a flash, he transformed into a dragon-human hybrid.
When his spirit rings appeared, the entire arena erupted again.
Black...
His first spirit ring had actually become a black ten-thousand-year ring!
Black...
The second spirit ring was also a black ten-thousand-year ring!
"Impossible! How can that be?!"
"Clan Master Yu doesn't have twin spirits—how could his first spirit ring possibly be ten thousand years?"
"And look… there's more…"
Black. Black. Black...
Red. Red. Red.
Six black, three red—nine spirit rings emerged on Yu Yuanzhen's body.
Yu Yuanzhen was different from Tang San in the original story. When he arrived at Sea God Island, he was already a level 99 peerless expert.
Moreover, he was at the demigod level.
Naturally, the rewards he received were somewhat different from Tang San's.
Tang San, after completing the divine trials, was granted a spirit power level reward and god-bestowed spirit rings.
But Yu Yuanzhen was not the same.
He didn't need spirit rings.
As for the spirit power reward—he had already reached level 99, just one step away from becoming a god.
There was simply no way to grant him additional spirit power.
After thinking it over, Poseidon started with his spirit rings instead.
He extended the age limit of each ring!
After all, Yu Yuanzhen's body could easily withstand the strain.
That's how his standard configuration of spirit rings evolved into six black and three red.
And this was just the result of completing the Seventh Trial. If he managed to complete the Eighth Trial, it was very likely his sixth spirit ring would also become a hundred-thousand-year ring.
The crowd gulped in disbelief, staring at Yu Yuanzhen.
This overwhelming aura sent chills down their spines, and cold sweat continuously dripped from their foreheads.
Hiss...
"Terrifying… beyond belief!"
Yu Yuanzhen calmly looked at Tuoba Xi and said, "Yu Yuanzhen, Clan Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Martial Spirit: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."
"Level 99 Power Attack System—Demigod!"
As he said this, a flash of blue light lit up on his forehead, and a water-blue trident appeared in his right hand.
"Demigod..."
"A god… divine weapon!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo muttered in a daze.
The term "demigod"—there had been vague guesses about this realm within Spirit Hall.
Between level 99 and 100, there were several sub-stages.
Pseudo-demigod referred to someone who had just stepped into level 99.
Although Qian Daoliu had been level 99 for many years, he only achieved it due to divine trials. Advancing further into the demigod realm was extremely difficult.
Of course, when invoking divine power, Qian Daoliu could temporarily reach this realm—but his own cultivation had not yet truly broken through.
The demigod realm was the stage above pseudo-demigod.
Once one reached the demigod stage, their body or soul (spiritual power) must have reached the "divine level."
At least 50% of their spirit power must have been converted into divine power.
Only then could one be called a demigod!
A quasi-god would have both their body and soul transcend their limits to reach the so-called "divine level," with at least 90% of their spirit power converted into divine power.
At 99.9% conversion, they'd be considered at the peak of the quasi-god level.
After that, once all spirit power was converted into divine power, they could become a true god.
Of course, such a god would be one without a divine seat.
In the Divine Realm, they would be the weakest among the gods.
If one inherited an actual divine position, however, they could soar in a single bound!
In the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong's expression changed.
Yu Yuanzhen had surpassed her!
"Rakshasa, whose inheritance did Yu Yuanzhen receive?"
Bibi Dong asked grimly.
"Peak First-Class Deity—Poseidon's inheritance."
The Rakshasa God replied bluntly.
"Peak First-Class Deity?"
Bibi Dong's expression turned even darker. If she remembered correctly, the Rakshasa God was also a peak First-Class Deity.
"Between you and him—who's stronger?"
At those words, the Rakshasa God was a bit displeased, but still answered,
"Poseidon's talent was extraordinary, a rare genius of his era."
"In less than a hundred years... in the Divine Realm, he reached the level of a peak First-Class Deity."
"Compared to him, I am evenly matched in terms of strength."
"I control the Law of Slaughter. If it really came down to a battle, the final victor… would be me."
I could win—but it would be a miserable victory...
Poseidon's strength was something that had to be acknowledged…
(End of Chapter)
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