Chapter 31: Nine Dragons Pulling the Chariot, An Lan's Son Descends! Interception!
Foreign Domain, Border Wilderness.
"By decree of the Immortal Lord, capture the otherworldly being!"
A thunderous voice descended from the Nine Heavens, exploding across the entire sky above the borderlands of the Foreign Domain.
At the same time, the originally dim and oppressive crimson sky was violently torn open by a massive rift.
Endless golden divine radiance poured down from the crack, instantly dispersing the surrounding blood-colored mist.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the God of Destruction, the enormous phantom of an ancient Kunpeng slowly extended its head from within the rift.
Kunpeng was simply too massive.
Just one of its eyes was like a golden sun, radiating a terrifying pressure that made one's very soul tremble.
Standing atop the head of that Kunpeng manifestation was a young man dressed in a black-gold robe, his hands clasped behind his back.
The youth had a cold expression, his black hair cascading like a waterfall. Yin and Yang energies circled around his body, each strand of aura seeming heavy enough to crush the eternal heavens.
This was Jiang Chen's Tenth Sequence disciple: Ye Qingyu!
"Hm?! Who are you?!"
The God of Destruction abruptly raised his head. When he saw the sky-covering Kunpeng manifestation, the Staff of Destruction in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp.
The aura it emitted was billions of times stronger than that of the three-headed hound from earlier.
If that hound was merely a slightly stronger ant, then the young man before him was a colossal beast that had walked out of the primordial ages.
"I am the God of Destruction of the Douluo God Realm!"
"Who are you? Why do you block my path?"
The God of Destruction forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, attempting to intimidate the other party by revealing his title.
However, Ye Qingyu merely glanced at him indifferently. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his gaze, as if he were looking at a stone lying on the roadside.
"God of Destruction?"
Upon hearing that title, a playful curve appeared at the corner of Ye Qingyu's lips.
"Never heard of it."
"But since my master said you are an otherworldly being, then come with me."
After speaking, Ye Qingyu did not waste another word. He simply stretched out a hand and lightly pressed down toward the void below.
Boom!
In an instant, the ancient Kunpeng manifestation behind him released a sharp cry that pierced through metal and stone. A golden giant claw large enough to cover thousands of miles descended from the sky!
"Arrogant!"
"I am a God King! How dare you treat me with such contempt?!"
Seeing the other party show such disregard, the God of Destruction was enraged.
After all, he had ruled the God Realm for countless years. How could he endure such humiliation?
"Destruction Will, full release!"
"Divine Skill: Oblivion Divine Thunder!"
The God of Destruction did not dare to be careless. He began frantically burning the divine power within his body. The Staff of Destruction in his hand erupted with unprecedented purple brilliance, transforming into a pillar of lightning capable of piercing through stars as it violently shot toward the golden claw.
However, reality was far different from what the God of Destruction and the people of Douluo World had imagined.
It was pure destruction.
Crack!
A crisp, shattering sound rang out. The purple lightning pillar, which claimed to destroy everything, shattered into pieces the moment it touched the golden Kunpeng claw.
Immediately afterward, the golden claw descended without any obstruction, slamming the God of Destruction and his protective divine light deep into the crimson earth like swatting a fly.
"Ah!!!"
A miserable scream echoed through the air.
When the dust settled, the once-imposing God of Destruction was now lying in a massive palm imprint, his entire body covered in blood, every bone shattered.
As for the Staff of Destruction, it had long since broken into two pieces. Even the once-majestic purple cloak had turned to ashes.
One move.
Just a single move had suppressed him.
And that was the result of Ye Qingyu deliberately holding back and withdrawing most of his power at the last moment.
Otherwise, even a trace of the power of the Supreme Realm leaking out would have been enough to reduce him to ashes.
…
Ye Qingyu floated above the Nine Heavens, his black-gold robe fluttering violently.
He glanced calmly at the pit below, where the God of Destruction lay with broken bones like a dead dog. With a casual wave of his sleeve, he collected the half-dead otherworldly being into a purple-gold alms bowl.
The entire process was smooth and effortless.
…
At the same time, in the Douluo God Realm.
Committee Hall.
Clang!
After personally witnessing the God of Destruction being suppressed with a single hand, the Asura God's Asura Blood Sword slipped from his grasp and smashed heavily onto the divine floor, producing a sharp metallic sound.
The Asura God stood there like a stone statue, his face filled with terror.
"No… this is impossible! This must be an illusion!"
The Asura God suddenly clutched his head, his voice hoarse and terrifying.
"Destruction is a God King! The controller of the Law of Destruction of this universe!"
"Even the Dragon God back then couldn't have suppressed him with a single move without any resistance!"
"That black-robed youth used only one hand… just one hand!"
At this moment, the faith that the Asura God had always clung to finally collapsed.
He could not accept that the divine power system he had always been proud of was as fragile as thin paper before the people of that world.
Beside him, the Goddess of Life had already collapsed to the ground. Tears blurred her beautiful face.
Unlike the Asura God, she did not scream hysterically. She could only whisper the name of Destruction in unbearable pain.
Looking at her husband on the sky screen, the Goddess of Life felt as if her heart were being cut by knives.
She could sense the despair the God of Destruction felt at that moment—helplessness in the face of higher-dimensional power.
"Why… why must we see this?"
"If ignorance is bliss, then this sky screen is the cruelest punishment in the world."
…
Meanwhile, in the Lower Realm, Shrek Academy.
Unlike the despair of the God Realm, Tang San stood on the academy training ground, staring fixedly at Ye Qingyu on the sky screen. His Purple Demon Eye had been pushed to its absolute limit.
"So strong… unbelievably strong!"
After witnessing that single move, Tang San could not help swallowing hard. Even his body trembled slightly.
"That wasn't a soul skill. The shadow of the giant fish and flying bird behind that black-robed man… what exactly is it?"
"Could it contain the supreme mystery of Yin and Yang transformation?"
Although he did not know what the Kunpeng Technique was, he understood clearly that it was a power from an entirely different dimension.
"Even the God King of Destruction lost."
Thinking of this, Tang San could not help clenching his fists tightly.
At the same time, a bold idea appeared in his mind.
"If I could also learn this technique…"
"I must go. I must go to that world!"
At this moment, Tang San's determination had never been stronger.
Since the God Kings of Douluo were useless, then he would learn the methods of that world and become a god of that world instead.
…
Behind the sky screen, in the Foreign Domain.
Border Wilderness.
Just as Ye Qingyu had put away the God of Destruction and was about to turn around and leave—
Rumble!
Suddenly, a dull, thunderous roar echoed from the distant horizon.
Immediately afterward, the crimson sky began to crack apart in massive fractures.
At the same time, an ancient aura surged in like a tidal wave, instantly sealing the void within tens of thousands of miles.
"That is…"
Ye Qingyu stopped in his tracks, turning to look toward the horizon with a deep frown.
From within the spatial rift, an ancient war chariot slowly emerged.
The entire chariot was forged from an unknown kind of immortal metal.
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