Chapter 27: Furnessa's Elegant Farewell! The Forbidden Water God Descends! Revealed!
The abilities mentioned earlier would be considered divine skills by ordinary Soul Masters.
Whether it's reflecting damage, being immune to control, or having a clone with 100% power, any one of these would be enough to make a Title Douluo invincible among his peers.
But for someone like Tang San, who possesses divine inheritance and has extremely high standards, while it was amazing, it was not enough to make him despair.
Until the name of the seventh ability appeared.
"Forbidden..."
Tang San's eye twitched.
The ability that can be described with these two words is by no means child's play.
Before anyone could react, the scene on the sky suddenly changed.
It was no longer the pitch-black void it once was.
This time, it was on a vast and boundless deep sea.
The sea was as calm as a giant mirror, reflecting the starry sky.
The young girl, Funina, wore a gorgeous blue and white dress, a top hat tilted to one side, and held a longsword that shimmered like mercury, standing barefoot on the sea.
She didn't move.
She simply lifted her skirt slightly and gracefully gave her final bow.
The next moment.
boom--!
The once calm sea surface instantly boiled.
Billions of tons of seawater surged into the sky behind her, not scattering, but rapidly condensing, compressing, and shaping in the air.
In the blink of an eye.
A colossal phantom, a thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
The phantom looked exactly like Funina, but it was made entirely of the purest deep blue divine power. It wore a crown, exuded majesty, and its eyes shone with a divine light that combined compassion and judgment.
Its divine power is like a prison.
That aura was no longer the oppressive feeling of a soul beast, nor the imposing power of an ordinary deity.
Rather, it is a manifestation of a pure law that transcends all living beings.
"That is..."
Qian Daoliu stood on the terrace of the Hall of Worship, the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand trembling slightly.
He sensed it.
It was a noble aura that was purer and more ancient than that of angels or gods.
In the picture.
Funina gently swung her longsword downwards.
His movements were gentle, as if he were conducting a grand opera.
at the same time.
The thousand-foot-tall phantom of the water god behind her also made the same gesture.
That moment.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no ear-piercing roar.
Only a thin blue line stretching across the sky and the earth slowly traverses the entire scene.
Wherever it goes, time stands still and space freezes.
Immediately afterwards.
The vast ocean, along with the sky above it, and even the unknown river of time, were neatly split in two by this one sword strike.
The broken edge is as smooth as a mirror, and no rule can repair it.
One sword can sever eternity.
This is the "Forbidden Water God's Descent".
It was not simply slaughter, but a judgment of "rupture" imposed on all things in the world in the name of God.
The image gradually faded away.
But this stunning sword strike, like a brand, is deeply etched into everyone's mind.
Immediately afterwards, the visual style changed abruptly.
It's no longer the kind of earth-shattering battle scene; instead, it becomes gentle, warm, and even carries a hint of ambiguous atmosphere that makes people blush and their hearts race.
That was a private garden in Tianshui City.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle.
Instead of wearing that elaborate gown, Funina had changed into a light, casual loungewear dress and was sitting at a white round table, holding an elegant teacup.
Sitting opposite her was that man—Navilette.
Navelette is holding a document and appears to be handling official business.
"Navilette".
Funina put down her teacup, rested her chin on her hands, and her heterochromatic eyes were full of a sly smile.
"Do I look good in this outfit today, worthy of this sword?"
As she spoke, she lightly tapped her finger.
The divine weapon "Radiance of Still Waters," capable of severing eternity, had shrunk to the size of a delicate hairpin, which she casually inserted into her silver-white curly hair.
Navelette put down the documents in her hand and looked up.
Those usually indifferent and dignified vertical pupils now reflected only the image of the girl in front of them.
He didn't give a perfunctory answer, but examined it very carefully for a moment, then spoke softly:
"The sword shines because of you."
"Whether it's a divine weapon or a hairpin."
"Being by your side is its best home."
Funina was clearly satisfied with the answer, and a smile brighter than the sun bloomed on her face.
She stood up, twirled around, and her skirt billowed in the air.
"Hmph, at least you know how to talk."
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll lend you this sword to peel apples."
After saying that, she actually pulled out her hairpin, which transformed back into a longsword, and threw it to Navelette.
Navelette did indeed accept it.
The supreme artifact, ranked second, was now being used in those long, powerful hands merely to peel an apple for the person next to it.
The image freezes on the moment the two make eye contact.
That unspoken understanding, that sweetness and doting affection flowing in the air, made the entire Douluo Continent feel different.
...
The top of Jialing Pass.
A deathly silence.
Tang San's hand, gripping the Asura Demon Sword, trembled slightly.
He looked down at the murderous, blood-stained demonic sword in his hand.
I recalled the elegant and magnificent "Still Waters Flowing Radiance" from the scene just now, a weapon that could both sever the ages and serve as a hairpin or ornament.
A strong sense of frustration surged into my heart like a tide.
"Is this... the difference?"
Tang San gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.
The Asura God, known as the strongest warrior in the divine realm, is an enforcer of the law.
The Asura Demon Sword is said to be the one that judges all gods.
But faced with that "Water God Descends" sword strike, Tang San felt that his proud Asura God power was like the brute strength of a country bumpkin.
Rough.
It's too rough.
That's art, power, and the direct manifestation of the law.
What is this?
A knife attack?
Slaughter?
"I don't believe it!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"This must be a trick!"
"It's just a sword, how could it possibly possess such world-destroying power? And what about using it to peel apples? That's an insult to a divine weapon!"
He tried to use anger to mask his inner fear.
But deep within his heart, a voice kept echoing:
Is the Asura God still the authoritative figure he once was?
Judging from their performance just now, whether it's Vilette, that unfathomable "Dragon Worshipper," or Funina, that unreasonable "Water Goddess Descending to Earth," they are all formidable forces.
The rank they displayed seemed to be no lower than that of the Asura God.
Even more so...
...
The Spirit Hall faction.
Beneath the enormous six-winged angel statue, Bibi Dong, dressed in a magnificent papal robe and holding a scepter, stood with a terrifyingly pale face.
She was originally making intensive preparations for a general offensive against the Heavenly Dou Empire.
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