Chapter 194 Tang San's Hypocrisy
In Lu Ming's eyes.
A hint of undisguised coldness and disgust flashed across his face.
Is this what they call justice?
Is this what Shrek claims to be—acting on behalf of Heaven?
In order to destroy the Spirit Hall, and in order to avenge the loss.
They even went so far as to mobilize the power of the ocean to flood Jialing Pass.
Besides the Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall, how many ordinary soldiers are there inside and outside this pass? How many civilians are responsible for logistics?
This wave continues.
How many more families will be torn apart?
In Tang San's eyes, millions of lives were nothing more than tools for him to establish his authority and stepping stones on his path to godhood.
"Acting on behalf of Heaven?"
Lu Ming gave a soft snort.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it eerily pierced through the deafening roar of the tsunami, echoing clearly between heaven and earth.
He slowly took a step forward.
He stood in front of Gu Yuena and the other women.
His gaze was fixed on the high and mighty sea god.
"Tang San".
"You're using the lives of millions of ordinary people to achieve your so-called righteous reputation."
"you..."
"How utterly hypocritical."
The thunderous roar was completely drowned out by the surging waves.
Those were not ordinary waves.
It was a natural disaster formed by divine power. Each drop of seawater was as heavy as a thousand pounds, as black as ink, and carried a weight that could crush mountains.
The giant waves, hundreds of feet high, finally began to pour down under the pull of gravity.
This moment.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
The light inside Jialing Pass was completely swallowed up, and the original daytime instantly turned into pitch-black night, with only the despairing sound of water filling the eardrums.
On the city wall.
The spears in the hands of those normally well-trained Spirit Hall soldiers were now trembling uncontrollably.
Even worse, some people collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating simultaneously.
It's instinct.
It is the helplessness and fear that ants feel when faced with the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth, a feeling that originates from the depths of their genes.
"It's over..."
"I'm going to die..."
"Mom, I'm scared..."
Despair swept through the entire city like a plague in a short time.
Whether they were Soul Masters or ordinary people, everyone was trembling under this world-destroying pressure.
Faced with this divine punishment, there seems to be no difference between a titled Douluo and an ordinary person.
They are all lambs to the slaughter.
Bibi Dong stood at the very front of the city wall.
The Rakshasa divine power within her surged wildly, and the purplish-black light attempted to erect a barrier.
But her face was as pale as paper.
It can't be stopped.
This was her intuition.
Although she also possessed twin martial souls and was an unparalleled powerhouse, she felt ridiculously insignificant in front of Tang San after he truly became a god, and in the face of this divine skill that mobilized the power of the ocean.
But she was the empress.
The Empress of the Spirit Empire.
Damn it!
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes.
Even if it means death, it's on the way to the charge.
She had just raised the scepter, and the purple light had not yet had a chance to bloom.
A white figure moved even faster than her.
That's Lu Ming.
He didn't turn around, but simply took a step forward casually.
This step, seemingly ordinary, was as if it had crossed the barrier of space, allowing him to stand directly in front of Bibi Dong and in front of billions of living beings.
Facing the towering black waters that were already within reach and about to level Jialing Pass.
Lu Ming's expression was unusually calm.
There was no panic, no anger, not even the slightest bit of tension.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
The movements were gentle, as if brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.
Spread your five fingers.
Palms facing outwards.
Facing the vast, devastating tsunami, press gently.
Then.
His lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word.
The sound was very soft and faint.
Yet it resonated clearly deep within everyone's soul.
"Certainly."
...
The wind stopped.
The ear-piercing roar abruptly ceased in that instant.
The whole world was eerily quiet.
Immediately afterwards.
A scene that would be etched in the memories of everyone present, and even recorded in the history of Douluo Continent, was suddenly presented before their eyes.
The towering, pitch-black waves, carrying countless silt, boulders, and trees, contained a flood powerful enough to destroy a city.
It's stopped.
It just stopped abruptly in mid-air.
This is not a slow deceleration.
Rather, it is absolute stillness.
It's like a painting that's being played out, suddenly having the pause button pressed.
The water droplets that should have splashed were now suspended in the air like crystals, sparkling and clear.
The waves that should have crashed against the city walls, only a few meters away from the battlements, could not advance an inch further.
That enormous shadow still looms over Jialing Pass.
But this shadow no longer represents death.
Rather, it represents a miracle that transcends cognition.
"this..."
Bibi Dong's hand, holding the scepter, froze in mid-air, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.
She stared at the still water wall before her, and could even clearly see the bubbling bubbles inside, frozen in that instant.
How is that possible?
What kind of tactic is this?
Even though she was a titled Douluo and had come into contact with the power of gods, she had never seen such domineering and unreasonable power of rules.
Does the word become law?
Is this Lu Ming's strength?
The people in the city had already closed their eyes and awaited their death.
But after waiting for a long time, the expected excruciating pain and cold did not come.
Some people mustered up their courage and opened their eyes to look up.
Then, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Stop...it's stopped?"
"The tsunami...has stopped?"
"It was Lord Lu Ming! It was Lord Lu Ming who saved us!"
Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, countless people wept with joy, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing frantically to the white figure standing in the air.
Those were no ordinary people.
That was clearly a true god walking among humans!
...
At the peak of the tsunami.
Tang San, who had been arrogant and haughty, now had his expression completely frozen.
It looked like he had swallowed a dead fly; it was extremely ugly.
The trident of Poseidon in his hand was trembling violently.
That was the lament of a divine artifact.
"impossible!"
Tang San stared intently at Lu Ming below, his eyes bloodshot.
He could clearly feel that his connection with the raging flood had been severed.
No.
To be precise, it was forcibly suppressed by a much larger and more terrifying force.
I am the sea god!
Before the ocean, I am the master, I am the rule!
What exactly did Lu Ming do?
Just one action, one word, and I was deprived of my control over the water?
"Sorcery...this must be sorcery!"
Tang San's knuckles turned white as he gripped the trident.
He didn't believe it.
He underwent nine trials by the sea god and countless hardships before finally inheriting the divine position and gaining the power to change the world.
How could Lu Ming have resolved it so easily?
He tried to mobilize divine power again, attempting to rouse the heart of the sea god.
But the raging floodwaters seemed to have turned into solid rock, remaining completely still.
The backlash surged into Tang San's body through the trident, causing his blood and qi to churn and nearly spit out a mouthful of blood.
(End of chapter)