"Too weak."
Qianyu shook her head, her tone tinged with dejection.
This so-called god of destruction was even more vulnerable than he had imagined.
Just one kick, one sword strike.
It's completely ruined.
Haiyue watched quietly from the side, her eyes filled with even more admiration.
She knew her master was very strong, but every time she saw him make a move, the shock still struck her very soul.
This is her god.
This is the master she is willing to dedicate everything to follow.
She bowed slightly, her voice soft:
"This kind of waste will only dirty the master's hands."
Qianyu remained silent, her gaze indifferent as she looked at the half-destroyed divine body still screaming and struggling in the sky.
On the ground.
Whether it's Bibi Dong, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, or Tang San.
They were all frozen in place, as if petrified.
Especially Tang San.
His hand holding the trident was trembling violently, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
His prized artifact, the Sea God's legacy he risked his life to obtain, all vanished before this man...
What does that count for?
What exactly is it?!
That's the god of destruction!
They are among the most powerful forces in the divine realm!
It was actually chopped in two like a chicken being slaughtered?
This disparity in power filled him with a deep sense of despair.
A sense of powerlessness in the face of the abyss, the sky, and something absolutely insurmountable.
Qian Renxue was completely mesmerized at this moment.
She gazed at the figure in white, her eyes slightly red, her pride amplified.
That invincible man.
He is her father.
He was the closest person to Qian Renxue in this world.
With such a father, where in this world, in this divine realm, is there no place one cannot go?
The screams in the sky gradually faded.
Although the God of Destruction possessed tenacious vitality, it was already at its limit under the erosion of the power of creation.
The golden sword light finally dissipated.
The sky, however, did not return to its clear state.
A more oppressive and somber atmosphere enveloped the entire world at that moment.
It was a kind of grief called "the fall of a god".
The God of Destruction's body, broken in two, did not fall directly to the ground.
Instead, it began to violently disintegrate at the edge of that chaotic void, at the very spotlight of everyone's attention.
They lost control of their souls and the maintenance of the laws.
That body, which once symbolized the supreme majesty of the divine realm, now collapsed like a tall building without a foundation.
"Aaaaaahh ...
The piercing screams did not end with the passing of life.
That was the last lament of the remaining divine consciousness before it dissipated.
The sound was no longer confined to the airspace above Jialing Pass.
It pierced through the clouds, through the atmosphere, and even through the barriers between planes.
Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, whether it's the icy plains of the far north, the core of the Star Dou Great Forest, or the Sun and Moon Continent across the ocean.
At that moment, all living beings heard this roar filled with resentment and fear.
It was a shiver that came from the depths of one's soul.
It was as if the very heavens were weeping.
Immediately afterwards.
People flying over Jialing Pass witnessed a scene they would never forget.
On the chest of the God of Destruction, the purplish-black divine core, which had accumulated countless years of cultivation and represented the authority of the God of Destruction, developed countless fine cracks on its surface as its master perished.
Click.
The crisp cracking sound was even clearer than thunder.
boom--!
The divine essence completely exploded.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only endless purple light spots scattering in all directions.
That was pure divine power, a fragment of the law.
The sky changed color.
The once azure sky was instantly stained a dark purplish-red.
Drizzling.
The wind picked up, and it started to rain.
But this rain is red.
Every drop of rain contains a heart-pounding energy fluctuation; it is the essence of the God-King, the most tragic sacrifice in the world.
Blood rained down, landing on the thick walls of Jialing Pass with a hissing sound.
It landed on the hard rock, smashing out deep, bottomless holes.
The whole world seemed to have turned into a giant battlefield.
On the city walls and below the city walls.
A million-strong army.
Whether it was the Soul Master Legion of the Heaven Dou Empire or the garrison of the Spirit Empire.
At this moment, they were all like soulless puppets, standing blankly in the rain of blood, letting the sweet and pungent rain soak their armor.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
They even forgot to breathe.
Their thinking had completely stopped; their minds were blank.
God is dead?
That purple deity who appeared with overwhelming power, who regarded Title Douluos as ants, and who could destroy the world with a single blow...
He just died like that?
There were no thrilling battles of three hundred rounds.
There was no evenly matched struggle.
First, he kicked the divine armor to pieces.
Then, with a single finger, he severed the divine body.
Simple.
rough.
It could even be described as... arbitrary.
This stark contrast completely shattered everyone's understanding of the word "power".
It turns out that the so-called "god" was really just a slightly larger ant in front of this man in white.
They're nothing more than easy prey that can be killed at will.
This kind of impact is more intense than witnessing the end of the world firsthand.
numbness.
Numbness, nothing but numbness.
When shock reaches its peak, a person is unable to react at all.
A corner of the city wall.
The Sea God Trident in Tang San's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
This divine weapon, weighing a staggering 108,000 jin, now seemed to weigh the entire world in his hands.
He couldn't hold on any longer.
I really can't hold on to it anymore.
His twin martial souls, which he was so proud of, his Xuan Tian Gong, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, and the Sea God's affinity that he had gained after experiencing countless life-or-death situations...
At this moment, it all became a joke.
Poseidon?
Asura God?
What are these gods compared to the God of Destruction who was cut in two?
And what kind of being is that man who so easily slew the God of Destruction?
Tang San raised his head, staring blankly at the white-clad figure in the sky.
Against the backdrop of the blood-soaked rain, Qian Yu's pristine figure appeared so dazzling and unattainable.
An unprecedented sense of frustration gnawed at Tang San's heart like a venomous snake.
He always thought he was the chosen one.
But now he understands.
In the face of true power, the so-called "chosen one" is nothing more than the self-indulgent sentimentality of a frog in a well.
Above the "pigsty" not far away.
It was called a pigsty, but it was actually a makeshift observation platform built on the Jialing Pass city wall. Because of its remote and rudimentary location, it was jokingly called a pen.
Yu Xiaogang, the self-proclaimed "theoretical genius," was clinging desperately to the railing.
His face was beyond pale.
That was dead ashes.
The ashes exuded a deathly aura.
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and his pupils were unfocused.
His lips trembled violently, and his upper and lower teeth clashed together, making a "clucking" sound.
"God... God King..."
"That's the God-King..."
Yu Xiaogang let out a broken, bellows-like gasp from his throat.
Although he was a useless person with only level 29, he had read many ancient books and knew the hierarchy of the God Realm better than anyone else.
Priest, Third-Rank God, Second-Rank God, First-Rank God...
Above all of this is the God-King!
Those are the enforcers of the divine realm, the embodiment of rules, and the epitome of invincibility!
Just now, he was calculating in his mind that as long as the God of Destruction could kill Qianyu, no matter how strong Qianyu was, he was still just a mortal.
As long as Qianyu dies, his theories and plans will still have a chance to turn the tide.
Bibi Dong is still here, and Tang San is still here.
Yu Xiaogang can still become a respected master by virtue of these connections.
But now.
The sky has fallen.
It really collapsed.
For Qianyu to kill the God King was like killing a chicken or slaughtering a dog.
That relaxed and carefree attitude completely shattered the last shred of hope in Yu Xiaogang's heart.
It's over.
It's all over.
His proud theory is nothing but a piece of waste paper in the face of absolute power.
What he called scheming was probably not even a joke in this man's eyes.
fear.
A tremendous fear of impending doom gripped his heart in an instant.
He remembered the look in Qianyu's eyes earlier.
That kind of indifference.
That look in their eyes, as if they were looking at trash.
"Uh...uh..."
Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.
Breathing became difficult.
The world before my eyes began to spin, and the blinding purplish-red blood rain in the sky transformed into countless mocking grimaces.
Everyone was laughing at his ignorance and his arrogance.
puff!
Overcome with anger and anxiety, Yu Xiaogang suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
He rolled his eyes.
The master who had spent half his life swindling and deceiving people in the world of soul masters fell straight backward.
With a bang.
He fell heavily onto the muddy and bloody ground, like a dead dog, and completely lost consciousness.
His body was still twitching occasionally, and his crotch was soaked with a large patch of sweat, emitting a foul stench.
But in such a momentous and earth-shattering event.
Nobody cared whether this clown lived or died.
All eyes remained fixed on the man in the sky.
Qianyu slowly withdrew her hand.
He remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the awe-inspiring gazes directed at him from all sides.
The blood rain fell on the area three feet around him and evaporated automatically, without even wetting a single hem of his clothes.
Haiyue remained obediently standing behind him.
She held a clean white silk handkerchief in her hands and gently wiped away non-existent dust from Qianyu's fingers.
The movements were gentle, and the expression was focused.
It was as if this was the most important thing in the world.
As for that God-King who just fell?
It's just a stumbling block under the owner's feet; once it's kicked away, it's kicked away. What's there to make a fuss about?
Qianyu raised her head slightly.
Those deep, abyss-like eyes pierced through the still-unhealed cracks in the void.
His gaze seemed to transcend endless time and space, looking directly at the lofty and wondrous realm of gods.
There, several powerful auras were trembling.
God of Kindness.
The evil god.
Asura God.
These so-called gods usually look down on all living beings and manipulate the fate of mortals.
They were gathered at the central hub of the divine realm, witnessing the entire tragic death of the God of Destruction through the water mirror that observed the lower realm.
Chiba could clearly sense their fear.
That rotten smell that can be detected even from billions of light-years away.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It wasn't a gentle smile, but a wild and domineering one.
Since we've already taken action...
Let's kill them all then.
Killing one god-king is killing, and wiping out the entire god realm is also killing.
It's really annoying to have these high and mighty people pointing fingers and giving orders all over your head.
Qianyu stood with her hands behind her back, her white robes fluttering in the blood-red wind and rain.
He faced the crack that was about to close, and the distant realm of gods.
She parted her thin lips slightly.
The voice was calm, without the slightest strain.
It was like the great Dao's resounding voice, booming throughout the heavens and earth, clearly reaching everyone's ears, and even echoing directly through the crack into the central hall of the divine realm.
"Listen up, all you people from the divine realm!"
This moment.
The gods in the divine realm felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
"Wash your neck clean and wait there."
Qianyu lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness.
"tomorrow."
"I'll shoot it up."
These words were spoken.
The heavens were deathly silent.
At Jialing Pass.
Qian Renxue gazed at her father's domineering back, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.
So cool!
This is her father!
They disrespect Heaven and Earth.
They treat deities like dirt and trample on rules as if they don't exist.
What about the realm of gods?
So what about the gods?
If his father wanted to, even the Lingxiao Palace in the highest heavens would be trampled under his feet!
This invincible spirit, this domineering aura of self-importance.
That's the true strongman!
Compared to them, both Tang San and the so-called predecessors of the Spirit Hall seem so insignificant and laughable.
"Tomorrow we will attack the heavens..."
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the scepter.
She looked at Qianyu, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
There was shock, fear, and a hint of admiration that she herself was unwilling to admit.
In front of this man.
She, this so-called pope, this so-called successor of the Rakshasa God, is like a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.
In the sky.
The void rift seemed to understand Qianyu's threat.
The movement that was slowly healing suddenly froze.
Then, like a startled rabbit, it closed its doors quickly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It was as if if they had hesitated for even a second, that terrifying god of death would have immediately climbed up the crack.
The divine realm chickened out.
He was utterly cowardly in front of the entire mainland.
Qianyu watched the spatial fluctuations that seemed to be fleeing in disarray and let out a soft sneer.
"Boring."
He turned around, but did not land directly on the ground.
Instead, they stepped through the void, walking step by step towards the Jialing Pass.
With each step, a golden ripple spreads across the space beneath one's feet.
It's like walking on lotus blossoms.
Haiyue followed closely behind, her figure as radiant as moonlight, always half a body length behind Qianyu, maintaining absolute humility.
As Chiyu approached.
The once bustling battlefield was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Whether they are titled Douluo or ordinary soldiers.
They all instinctively lowered their heads and bent over.
I dare not look directly at it.
I dare not breathe.
This is the highest respect for the strong, and also a submission stemming from biological instinct.
Qianyu ignored these ants.
His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the stunningly beautiful girl with stars in her eyes.
"Xue'er".
His voice was gentle, with no trace of the ferocity he had displayed just moments before, when he had slaughtered gods and destroyed the world.
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