Douluo: My Teacher Is Supreme Pontiff-Chapter 237: Tang Sect Weapons, Truly Remarkable!

Although everyone already knew that Li Chang’an’s strength was unfathomable, no one expected him to send a ten-thousand-year spirit beast flying with just a single knee strike. The dozens of collapsed trees along the beast’s trajectory testified to the terrifying power behind that blow.

Gulp.

Even Flender couldn’t help but swallow hard. Li Chang’an’s strength had reached a level where even they could only look up to him. At least without using his martial soul, Flender himself could never send a ten-thousand-year spirit

beast flying with his knee alone.

What Flender didn’t know was that Li Chang’an had actually held back. If the Phantom Tiger hadn’t been suitable for Zhu Zhuqing, that strike wouldn’t have looked nearly so effortless.

"Stay here." Li Chang’an gently set Zhu Zhuqing down, then tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his foot. His body floated forward as if weightless, moving with effortless ease.

This was the essence of his soul core Intent—body and will in harmony, moving naturally without the need for borrowed force.

With only three light steps, he closed the distance of several dozen meters in an instant. Reaching the Phantom Tiger, he flicked his toe once more, sending the beast’s massive body arcing through the air. It landed squarely at Zhu Zhuqing’s feet.

"It’s yours, Zhuqing," Li Chang’an’s voice echoed gently by her ear. Barely a minute had passed.

"For now, don’t rush to absorb it. Ten-thousand-year spirit beasts are never simple. Wait until everything settles down—I’ll guard you."

He reached out and softly brushed Zhu Zhuqing’s hair. Her cheeks flushed crimson. It was the first time she had been patted on the head like this in front of everyone. She lowered her gaze and nodded shyly.

"Changsheng, put your immortal herb away!"

Flender suddenly shouted.

Only then did Li Chang’an realize that while they had dealt with the Phantom Tiger, a new crisis had erupted nearby. Zhao Wuji, Flender, and Liu Erlong were already engaged in battle.

At some point, seven different spirit beasts had surrounded them. If not for the overwhelming strength of the three spirit Sages, even one slipping past would have spelled disaster for the Shrek Seven Devils.

This—this is what true strength looks like.

Seeing the three spirit Sages act, the Shrek Seven Devils couldn’t help but feel awe.

All three—Flender, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji—were above level 70. They weren’t even working together, but each fought alone, yet still managed to hold off the seven powerful spirit beasts, preventing any from advancing.

The reason they didn’t coordinate was not because they couldn’t, but because they shouldn’t. Their soul skills were so powerful that overlapping them could cause interference rather than synergy.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong finally showed the true value of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

As soon as the Phantom Tiger was defeated, she withdrew her buffs from Tang San and the others. Her pagoda shone with three bright rings, casting streams of light that poured into Flender, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji.

The effect was instantaneous. The stronger the recipient, the greater the amplification. Since her support increased attributes by percentage, the higher the base power, the greater the result.

The three spirit Sages, already formidable, now radiated overwhelming might. With a single surge, they forced all seven spirit beasts back at once.

Unfortunately, the effect only lasted for a few seconds. Supporting spirit masters so far above her level drained Ning Rongrong almost instantly. Within moments, she felt as though her soul power had been sucked dry, leaving her body weak and uncomfortable.

"Fall back into the poison formation!" Flender bellowed.

It was the only option. More than ten additional spirit beasts were already charging out of the forest, drawn by the lingering fragrance of the immortal herb. Some were even at the ten-thousand-year level or higher.

The Shrek Seven Devils quickly retreated into the protective poison formation Dugu Bo had laid down. Although Ning Rongrong could no longer sustain them, the three spirit Sages had more than enough power to cover a withdrawal.

Li Chang’an also quietly acted once, unleashing a broad mental shockwave that significantly slowed the spirit beasts’ charge.

Just as he had anticipated, when the pack of nearly twenty spirit beasts reached the edge of the poison formation, they stopped short. The poisonous aura deterred them from advancing further. Unable to cross, they roared furiously and hurled long-range attacks, which Flender and the others easily blocked as the group fell back safely inside the barrier.

"Changsheng, that immortal herb of yours is far too effective," Flender muttered, still shaken as he watched the spirit beasts gathering outside.

Who said the Sunset Forest lacked powerful spirit beasts? In the space of minutes, more than thirty had converged. Over ten were at the ten-thousand-year level, with three even approaching thirty thousand years. The rest were all above three thousand years.

Even the hot-blooded Liu Erlong understood—this was no fight they could win head-on. Retreat was the only sensible choice.

Li Chang’an spread his hands helplessly. He hadn’t expected this either. Even he would need to go all out to kill them all, and that was if he didn’t mind overexposing himself.

Still, it wasn’t a total loss. At least Zhu Zhuqing had found a suitable spirit beast, and among the gathered creatures, there were even ones suitable for Ning Rongrong. Overall, their efforts had paid off.

Watching the restless beasts circling outside the barrier, Li Chang’an turned to Tang San.

"Tang San, bring out your Flying God Claw."

Tang San’s eyes brightened. "Teacher Li, you mean—"

"Exactly. We don’t need to go out and risk ourselves. We can drag the right ones inside. Don’t tell me your claw can’t handle that," Li Chang’an said with a smile.

Tang San nodded, understanding at once. He handed over one of his Flying God Claws to Li Chang’an, while Oscar and the others distributed theirs to Flender and the others.

As Tang San patiently explained the method of use, the elders marveled at the ingenious craftsmanship. Li Chang’an examined the weapon carefully, eyes resting on the characters carved into its surface—Tang Sect.

He couldn’t help but sigh. "Tang Sect’s weaponry truly is remarkable."

Tang San smiled faintly at the praise, though a flicker of unease passed through his heart. Somehow, he felt as though Li Chang’an wasn’t admiring the engraving, but rather acknowledging the Tang Sect of his homeland.

Of course, Tang San quickly dismissed the thought. After all, his greatest secret was that he was a transmigrator. No one else could possibly know that.