am-books Chapter 404 A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill! All Streams Return to Silence!
Chapter 404 A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill! All Streams Return to Silence!
The deepest part of the Dead Sea is a body of water where sunlight never shines.
The seawater was jet black, thick like blood, and emitted a pungent sulfurous odor.
Large skeletal remains floated on the sea, belonging to sea spirits, ships, and humans. These skeletons stood out starkly against the black water, like decorations from hell.
The fog here was so thick that one couldn't see their hand in front of their face; only the occasional flash of lightning could briefly illuminate this desolate sea. Dark clouds hung low in the sky, almost pressing down on the sea surface, and purple lightning bolts constantly moved within the clouds, emitting a low rumble.
This is the territory of the Demon Orca King.
Within a radius of a thousand miles, no sea spirit beast dared to approach.
Because any creature that ventures into these waters will become the prey of that ferocious beast.
At that moment, a silvery-white light pierced through the thick fog and sped towards them.
It was the Demon Soul Great White Shark.
Its speed was much slower than before, not because of fatigue, but because of fear.
As a 100,000-year-old soul beast, it instinctively sensed the suffocating, ferocious aura ahead—the unique, tyrannical pressure of the Demonic Tiger Whale King.
"Kid, we've arrived." The great white shark stopped and hovered on the surface of the sea, saying in a deep voice, "Its lair is three hundred feet ahead."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan stood up from the back of the great white shark and looked north.
In the thick fog, a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen, stretching across the sea like a small island. It was not an island, but the back of the demonic killer whale king.
Its body length exceeds four hundred meters, making it larger than the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Demon Emperor.
Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, each scale the size of a millstone, with edges as sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen under the lightning. A spiral horn, over ten zhang long, grew from its head; it was dark red, with a faint glow of blood flowing at its tip. Its eyes were blood-red, as large as lanterns, and were currently staring coldly in Tang Chuan's direction.
Just then, the Demon Orca King awoke.
It slowly raised its head, and seawater slid down its scales, creating a roaring sound like a waterfall.
Its gaze pierced through the thick fog, landing on Tang Chuan, then on the great white shark, and its mouth slowly parted to reveal a mouthful of sharp, white teeth.
"Demon Soul Great White Shark... It's been decades, and you still dare to come. And with a human? What, the Sea God is dead, and you've found a new master?"
The Great White Shark sneered, "Evil Tiger, today is your death day."
"You?" The Demonic Orca King scoffed, turning his gaze to Tang Chuan, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "This human... is quite interesting, reaching the Title Douluo level at such a young age."
Tang Chuan did not answer, but simply looked at it quietly.
The Demon Orca King laughed, his laughter like thunder rolling across the sea:
"Hahaha...Good, very good! Little White, I was just looking for an excuse to go to Seagod Island to find you, and now you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, saving me the trouble. Very well, I'll kill you and devour you, and your cultivation will be mine!"
Then, it slowly rose from the sea, its 400-meter-long body fully emerging from the water, like a moving mountain.
The great white shark's pupils contracted to their maximum size:
"Kid, watch out! It's stronger than it was back then!"
Tang Chuan showed no fear whatsoever.
He stared silently at the Demon Orca King, his gaze calm as still water, as if he were looking at a dead object.
"Little White, step back."
The great white shark was taken aback: "Kid, you..."
"Step back."
Tang Chuan repeated himself, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable power.
The great white shark hesitated for a moment, but eventually retreated slowly, retreating to a distance of a thousand feet.
On the sea, only Tang Chuan and the Demon Orca King remained.
A man and a whale, facing off.
The Demonic Orca King narrowed its blood-red eyes, scrutinizing Tang Chuan. It instinctively sensed something was amiss—this human was too calm, unnaturally calm. Even a level 99 Limit Douluo wouldn't be so composed in the face of a ferocious beast like it.
"Human, aren't you afraid?" the Demon Orca King asked.
Tang Chuan shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Why?
"Because..." Tang Chuan raised his right hand, palm up, and a dazzling blue light shone from his palm. He sneered, "The one who will die is you."
Before he finished speaking, all nine of his soul rings lit up simultaneously!
The light was dazzling, illuminating the entire Dead Sea as if it were daytime!
The Demon Orca King's pupils suddenly contracted!
It sensed the power contained within those two million-year soul rings—the aura of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and Tianmeng, a power it had once revered, coveted, but never obtained!
"you--"
Before it could finish speaking, Tang Chuan's ninth spirit ring appeared.
The golden million-year soul ring suddenly shone brightly!
That is the soul ring of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
It is also the ninth soul skill of Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
"Ninth Soul Skill—"
Tang Chuan's voice was deep and solemn, like a divine pronouncement:
"The abyss—all streams return to silence!"
In an instant, the world changed color!
The sea, which stretched for thousands of feet, suddenly boiled, not surging upwards, but collapsing downwards!
The seawater was as if it were being held down by an invisible giant hand, frantically compressed towards the center, forming a gigantic whirlpool with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet! At the center of the whirlpool was the Demon Orca King!
"What?!" The Demon Orca King was horrified. It struggled desperately, trying to break free from the vortex's suction, but the force was too strong, so strong that even its 400-meter-long body could not resist it!
This is no ordinary water-based soul skill.
This is the innate divine power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King—absolute control over the ocean!
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a million-year-old soul beast, is the absolute overlord of the ocean.
Its control over the seawater even surpasses that of ordinary gods.
Tang Chuan absorbed its spirit ring and thus inherited this ability.
All streams fall silent. Using soul power, the vast ocean, spanning tens of thousands of feet, is drawn together, converging all water currents into a single point, forming a still space of absolute zero. Within this space, all flow ceases, and all life freezes.
The Demon Orca King's body began to stiffen, thick frost formed on its scales, its blood flow slowed, and its heartbeat weakened. It frantically channeled its soul power, trying to break free, but the binding force was like a net, tightening the more it struggled.
"No—!!!" it roared furiously, its blood-red eyes filled with fear and resentment, "How could you... how could you possibly inherit the power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King?! That's its innate divine power, a human couldn't possibly—"
"Perhaps," Tang Chuan interrupted, his voice calm, "because I am stronger than it."
He raised his right hand and slowly closed his five fingers.
"Return to silence".
The vortex suddenly contracted!
Ten thousand feet, a thousand feet, a hundred feet... all the seawater instantly condensed into a blue sphere of light with a diameter of only ten feet, compressing the four-hundred-meter-long body of the Demon Orca King within it!
The body of the Demon Orca King twisted, deformed, and shattered within the sphere of light!
Its scales shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bones broke inch by inch! It opened its mouth, trying to let out a final roar, but not even a sound could be heard!
"Bang--!!!"
The sphere of light exploded!
The Demon Orca King's body shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions! Blood poured down like a torrential rain, staining the entire sea red!
But that's not the end.
Before the fragments even fell into the sea, they transformed into countless red specks of light, rising into the sky like a meteor shower flying in reverse. Those specks of light spun and coalesced in the air, eventually forming a dazzling red halo—the soul ring of the Demon Orca King, a 100,000-year soul ring with blood-red patterns flowing along its edges.
Meanwhile, a skeleton with various lights was suspended in the air.
Tang Chuan hovered in mid-air, his face pale and his breathing rapid. The consumption of his ninth soul skill was enormous. Even though he was already a level 97 Super Douluo, his soul power was almost completely drained.
But he succeeded.
With a single strike, the Demon Orca King was slain.
Thousands of feet away, the great white shark stared blankly at this scene, its mouth agape enough to fit an entire fish.
It has lived for millions of years, seen countless powerful beings, witnessed Poseidon slaying the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and seen Poseidon wielding his weapon against the Demon Orca King.
But it had never seen anyone kill a 100,000-year-old soul beast with a single blow.
It murmured, its eyes filled with shock.
"What kind of monster is this kid...?"
Tang Chuan ignored the great white shark's shock and simply stared at the red spirit ring in the sky.
The Soul Ring of the Demon Orca King.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Chuan calmed the turbulent blood and qi within his body, then stretched out his right hand and began to absorb the spirit ring, which slowly descended and enveloped his body.
This time, there was no resistance, no backlash—the consciousness of the Demon Orca King had been completely erased in the return to silence, leaving only a ball of pure energy.
The moment the spirit ring entered his body, Tang Chuan's body trembled violently.
A violent force surged into his meridians, rampaging and attempting to take over his body. It was the lingering ferocity of the Demon Orca King, which, though unconscious, instinctively wanted to retaliate.
However, Tang Chuan's body had already undergone the baptism of two million-year spirit rings, and his meridians had long been tempered to be extremely tough. He guided that power into his dantian, into the spirit rings, and into every cell.
Meanwhile, beneath Xingluo City, the night wind howled fiercely.
The six titled Douluo of the Golden Crocodile Empire were forced into retreat. The fusion skill of the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's martial souls formed an invisible giant net, enveloping the entire battlefield. Silver-white threads surged from all directions, entwining, cutting, and shredding, dismantling the offensive of the six titled Douluo of the Martial Soul Empire one by one.
Blood was still seeping from the deep, bone-revealing sword wound on Golden Crocodile Douluo's chest; blood was gushing from the severed arm of Azure Wolf Douluo; the flames of Crimson Tiger Douluo were completely extinguished; the remaining wings of Black Crane Douluo were also severed; the shell of Stone Turtle Douluo shattered into dust; and the poisonous mist of Green Python Douluo was dispersed by the sword energy.
The six men were in a sorry state, retreating step by step.
"Retreat! Retreat now!" Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger.
Just then, a strange purplish-black light suddenly shone from the distant horizon.
The light arrived with incredible speed, reaching the battlefield almost instantly upon its appearance. Dark purple clouds churned, forming a massive vortex, and at its center, a figure slowly descended.
It was Tang San.
He was dressed in a black robe, his long hair flowing freely, and a twisted scythe pattern between his brows burned with eerie green flames. Behind him, nine spirit rings slowly rotated: black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red. But at this moment, a strange purplish-black mist swirled around those nine spirit rings, within which countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen wailing.
In his hand, he also held a huge scythe.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe is entirely black, with a crescent-shaped blade edged in a ghostly green light. Its blade is covered in eerie runes, each one flickering faintly, as if alive.
At the end of the hilt is a fist-sized, purplish-black gemstone, within which one can vaguely see countless souls struggling.
Tang San hovered in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield.
His gaze swept over the six Golden Crocodile Douluo members, then over the five Dugu Bo members, and finally landed on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, a cold smile slowly curving his lips.
"Soul Fusion Skill... What a magnificent combination of sword and bone. Too bad, you've met me today."
He raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and a bright green light shone from the scythe!
"Rakshasa—Break!"
The sickle swung down.
Instantly, a dark green blade of light shot out from the tip of the knife, slicing straight through the giant silver-white net!
Wherever the blade of light passed, the air tore apart, space distorted, and even time seemed to slow down. The giant net formed from sword energy and bone powder was torn apart as easily as paper before the eerie green blade of light!
"Sizzle—!!!"
With a piercing tearing sound, the giant silver-white net split open from the middle and rolled to both sides! Countless silver-white threads broke and dissipated, turning into countless specks of light!
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both coughed up a mouthful of blood and were sent flying backward!
"puff--!"
"puff--!"
The two crashed heavily to the ground, their faces ashen. Sword Douluo's longsword shattered inch by inch, and Bone Douluo's skeletal phantom completely dissipated. Their Martial Soul Fusion Technique was forcibly broken, and both suffered severe backlash; their meridians were severed, their soul power was disordered, and they were unable to fight for a short period of time.
"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly, attempting to heal the two, but his own soul power was already exhausted, and the pagoda's light only flickered once before going out.
Dugu Bo's expression changed drastically. The illusory image of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor frantically condensed, blocking Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear trembled, its tip pointing at Tang San, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Tang San!" Dugu Bo shouted sternly, "How dare you—"
Tang San interrupted him, his smile growing even colder. "Dugu Bo, Tang Chuan is still on Seagod Island. Are you sure you want to oppose me here?"
Dugu Bo's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," Tang San said calmly. "Just reminding you that discretion is the better part of valor. Is the Spirit Empire doomed? No, the Spirit Empire is just beginning."
He ignored Dugu Bo and instead lowered his head to look at the battlefield at his feet.
There, corpses lay strewn everywhere.
The defenders of Star Luo City and the soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire suffered countless casualties in this battle. Blood stained the earth, limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.
Tang San took a deep breath, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes.
"So many souls... what a waste..." (End of Chapter)