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Thousands of meters beneath the sea, within a vast and majestic palace constructed from deep-sea heavy silver and various exceedingly rare minerals, sat a man three meters tall on a throne. His appearance was rugged and ancient, his face pale, and his body covered in bloodstains. This man was none other than the Deep Sea Demon Whale King in human form.
Beside the Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood a graceful figure clad in a long robe of purple and gold. She was stunningly beautiful, with sword-like eyebrows and eyes that radiated a purple-golden glow. Her figure was as voluptuous and ripe as a perfectly matured peach—fiery and alluring.
She was the Demon Empress, wife of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
"Husband, how are you?"
The Demon Empress' eyes were red-rimmed as she looked at her husband, whose aura had become incomparably weak. He had once been so awe-inspiring and dominant, capable of contending with the Sea God himself. And now, he looked as though he were a dying flame, about to extinguish.
"Father."
In front of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Demon Empress was a female Deep Sea Demon Whale of tens of thousands of years in age. Her voice was clear and pleasant to the ear—she was their daughter, Lan Fozi.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King coughed lightly, feeling a sweet taste in his throat. He quickly swallowed it down and forced a smile onto his pale face.
"Don't worry, my wife, Fozi. I'm fine. Not even the Sea God could kill me back then—these wounds are nothing."
Tears welled in the Demon Empress' beautiful eyes. She knew all too well her husband was putting on a brave front. She had used her soul power to examine the sword wound—just brushing it had caused her soul power to shatter. The injuries on his body were only superficially closed and could rupture again at any moment.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"Don't worry, my love. I'm a million-year-old soul beast. I still have seven hundred thousand years of life left. Though this sword wound is terrifying, I can just barely withstand it thanks to the foundation of my million years of cultivation. It's just... it'll take a long time to heal."
"So what if I'm heavily injured? Those Poseidon dogs in the sea have long since been scared off with their tails between their legs. As long as I'm alive, they wouldn't dare invade our territory!"
At that moment, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King suddenly stood up, staring in disbelief toward the outside of the palace.
"This murderous aura... that human is here? Impossible—absolutely impossible!"
Outside the palace, a massive cylindrical ice barrier stretched thousands of meters high. Qian Renhan, bearing ten wings on his back and wielding the Asura Sword, was taking one slow, heavy step after another toward the magnificent palace in the distance.
Moments later, the palace doors swung open. The Deep Sea Demon Whale King charged out, staring blankly at Qian Renhan as he slowly approached. Hatred instantly filled his pupils.
"Human! At these depths, the pressure of the ocean should be unbearable for you! How did you get here?!"
The power of a Limit Douluo was only around ten thousand catties—barely over five thousand kilograms. At such depths, the water pressure would reach hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Even a demigod couldn't withstand it.
"That's why it took me so long to get here," Qian Renhan replied.
From the place where his wings connected to his back, strands of black threads extended into the ice, entwined with dozens of sea soul beasts, each tens of thousands of years old. Borrowing the soul power of these sea soul beasts and the extremely frigid attribute of his Fallen Angel martial soul, he followed the sword aura he had left on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, condensing thick layers of ice bit by bit. It took him several hours to finally arrive.
"Husband!"
The Demon Empress also rushed out at that moment, standing by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's side and glaring coldly at Qian Renhan.
"Deep Sea Demon Whale King, is this your wife? A Deep Sea Demon Whale of around three hundred thousand years? Not bad… not bad at all."
Purple light flickered in Qian Renhan's eyes as his gaze swept past the Deep Sea Demon Whale couple and landed on a small whale within the palace. Its soul power was about the same as the sea soul beasts gathered behind him. He said indifferently, "That one in the palace must be your offspring. I'm not interested in its soul rings. But unfortunately, I live by the principle of cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots. Soul beasts like you all have the potential to reach 999,999 years."
"How dare you!" ×2
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Demon Empress both roared in fury. For any parent, their child is the ultimate untouchable.
Suddenly, time itself seemed to freeze. An ancient, weary sigh echoed through the sea, causing the vast ocean to tremble ever so slightly.
"Successor of the Asura God, your bloodlust is too heavy... and you've gone too far."
Upon hearing the voice, Qian Renhan's brows furrowed slightly.
"This voice... Poseidon!"
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King immediately recognized the speaker. His one open eye burned with hatred and killing intent, but also held a trace of fear.
In front of Qian Renhan, the liquid seawater began to transform, breaking down into countless minuscule molecules. Within these tiny particles, blue-golden lights began to sparkle, gathering together to form a colossal figure over a hundred meters tall—clad in armor, with indistinct facial features.
"Sea God Poseidon."
Qian Renhan looked up at the towering giant before him.
Poseidon's voice held no clear emotion as he questioned,
"The sea is my domain, and sea soul beasts are my people. Successor of the Asura God, you killed my mount, indirectly caused the death of my Sacred Pillar Guardian, and you've even bound all these sea soul beasts to drain their soul power. Don't you think your actions have gone too far?"
Qian Renhan was about to speak when the dark red sword-shaped mark on his forehead suddenly lit up with a blood-red glow. An overbearing voice echoed forth:
"Too far? Poseidon, since when did it become your place to reprimand my disciple? He is my successor—not just some so-called inheritor."
Within a kilometer radius, the seawater turned blood-red. Jets of water splashed at the surface, and the sea began to boil. The crushing pressure bearing down on Qian Renhan suddenly eased.
A moment later, an even more colossal figure appeared—larger than Poseidon, larger even than the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's true form. Nearly three hundred meters tall, the figure was clad in blood-red armor, with six arms and a pair of hands crossed behind his back. A blood-red giant had arrived.
Qian Renhan smiled faintly, placing his right hand respectfully over his shoulder.
"Master."
The Asura God nodded slightly at Qian Renhan, a hint of satisfaction flashing through his eyes. Then, turning coldly toward Poseidon, he spoke.
Poseidon furrowed his brow and warned:
"Asura, your successor has gone too far. Don't think that just because you're a divine enforcer of the God Realm you can do whatever you please. This is the sea—my domain."
The Asura God replied with indifference, his hands still folded behind his back, his aura utterly overwhelming:
"Just a bunch of worthless sea soul beasts and a hundred-year-old titled Douluo—so what if they were killed? My successor sparing your High Priest's life was already giving you more face than you deserve. And let's be honest—this situation escalated only because your High Priest dared to interfere with my successor while he was hunting soul beasts. So tell me, who's really at fault? Are you crying thief while being one yourself? Or are you saying every creature in this ocean has your name carved into it, Poseidon?"
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