As the crimson pillar of light gradually dissipated, Tang San's figure was fully revealed in mid-air. He looked down at Qian Yu below, his eyes filled with extreme resentment and madness beneath the dark red Shura mask.
"Qian Yu!" Tang San gritted his teeth, the voice squeezed out from between them, accompanied by a sickening grinding sound. He gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly, and a blinding blood-red light instantly erupted from the blade. The surrounding space was torn apart by this force, leaving fine black cracks.
"How dare you destroy the gates of my divine realm and slaughter my people! Today, I will tear you to pieces and imprison your soul in the Asura Hell, where you will suffer the torment of being burned by flames for ten thousand years!"
Tang San's roar echoed across the ruins of the God Realm. Combined with the supreme pressure of the Asura God King, ordinary mortal soldiers immediately felt a sharp pain in their ears, and some were even shaken so badly that blood flowed from their mouths and noses.
Faced with this oppressive aura, Qian Yu didn't even try to dodge. He even stopped and casually dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves.
Qianyu raised her head, her clear gaze meeting Tang San's resentful stare.
"Besides barking and howling up there, what else can you do?" Qianyu asked casually.
His voice wasn't loud, but enveloped in invisible soul power, it easily drowned out Tang San's roar. His calm tone carried a scornful contempt that was utterly infuriating.
"Yesterday you were hiding in that turtle shell, and you were making a lot more noise than you are now. What? Now that you've actually seen Haiyue, you don't even have the courage to draw your sword and cut her down?"
Qianyu lightly flicked her fingernail, producing a crisp "ding" sound.
"If you're going to fight, then get down here. Haiyue's time is precious; she doesn't have time to listen to your nonsense."
Upon hearing these words, a burst of laughter erupted from the million-strong army behind her. Xiao Wu, in particular, showed no mercy and launched into a taunting attack.
"Tang San! You ungrateful hypocrite! What are you doing hiding up there pretending to be a god? Lord Qianyu told you to come down and take your beating, don't you have ears?!"
Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, her big eyes wide open.
"Didn't you boast that you would reclaim the Sea God's throne? Didn't you want to restore the Tang Clan's rule? Come down here! Let's see who tramples whom underfoot today!"
Tang San's face twitched violently beneath the mask. He prided himself on being the supreme Asura God King of the God Realm; when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Especially being so openly insulted by a mortal in front of a broadcast broadcast across the entire continent.
"Good! Very good!" Tang San laughed in anger, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
He said no more. Six crimson wings suddenly unfurled behind him, and the power of the Asura God surged forth like a burst dam. Tang San raised the Asura Demon Sword high. A towering Asura God phantom, ten thousand feet tall, materialized behind him. The phantom had three heads and six arms, its body wreathed in dark red karmic flames, and its terrifying aura caused the very foundations of the God Realm to groan under its strain.
"Qianyu, prepare to die! Asura - Blood Sword Severing the Heavens!"
Tang San roared. He gripped his sword with both hands, aimed at Qian Yu's location, and slashed down fiercely without reservation. The illusory image of the Asura God, tens of thousands of feet tall, moved in sync with him, and a giant blood-red light sword, thousands of feet long, tore through the sky, carrying the ultimate killing law that could annihilate everything, crashing down on Qian Yu.
The power of this sword strike was truly terrifying. Before the sword light had even fully descended, the white marble plaza on the ground had already crumbled inch by inch. The violent sword pressed down and plowed a deep, bottomless, terrifying ravine into the ground.
Faced with such a devastating attack, a commotion inevitably arose within the ranks of the mortal army. Everyone held their breath in a cold sweat.
However, Qian Yu, who was directly in the center of the sword light and facing this terrifying pressure, still kept his hands behind his back, without making the slightest move to dodge. He quietly watched the ever-growing blood-red giant sword, a barely perceptible mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Just as the crimson giant sword was less than a hundred feet above Qian Yu's head, Qian Yu finally moved. He didn't draw the longsword from his waist, nor did he form any complicated hand seals. Qian Yu simply raised his right hand casually and extended two slender fingers.
These two fingers, crystal clear and shimmering with a faint glassy luster, moved seemingly slowly but actually at an extreme speed towards the world-destroying Asura Blood Sword.
"bite--"
A crisp metallic clang rang out across the ruins of the divine realm. The sound wasn't loud, but it eerily made everyone's heart skip a beat.
What happened next completely stunned the audience across the continent, the million-strong army behind them, and Tang San himself. The terrifying blood sword, which contained all the killing laws of the Asura God King and was thousands of feet long, was actually held firmly by Qian Yu with just two fingers.
The blood-red light on the giant sword pulsed wildly, and dark red karmic fire attempted to spread upwards along Qian Yu's fingers. But before that faint, shimmering luster, this Asura divine power, which was said to be able to annihilate all things, was like remnant snow encountering its nemesis; it couldn't even stir up a ripple before being completely suppressed.
Qianyu's moon-white robe didn't even have a single wrinkle. He easily caught the full-force attack of the Asura God King with just two fingers.
"This...this is the God-King Law that you're so proud of?" Qian Yu tilted his head slightly, his tone filled with deep disappointment. "Too weak. So weak that it doesn't even qualify Haiyue to draw her sword."
Tang San hovered in mid-air, his eyes under the mask widening instantly, his pupils contracting violently.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Tang San roared hysterically. He frantically channeled the remaining divine power within his body, trying to pull the Asura Demon Sword from between Qian Yu's two fingers, or even press it down. But no matter how hard he tried, the sword seemed to be rooted to the spot, firmly held in place by Qian Yu's fingers, and wouldn't budge.
Qianyu sighed.
"Since this is all you've got, then this farce should end now."
Qianyu tightened her grip on the sword tip with her two fingers. An unparalleled, terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted from the sword tip.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out. Before Tang San's utterly horrified eyes, a tiny crack appeared on the Asura Demon Sword, hailed as the strongest divine artifact in the God Realm. The crack, as if alive, spread wildly along the blade. In the blink of an eye, it had covered the entire longsword.
"No—!" Tang San cried out in utter horror.
Qianyu flicked her wrist.
"Bang!"
The Asura Demon Sword shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into countless dark red fragments that shot out in all directions. The immense force of the recoil slammed into Tang San's body through the hilt.
Tang San was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with golden divine power. The phantom of the Asura God behind him exploded into a cloud of blood mist like a punctured balloon. He tumbled dozens of times in mid-air like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing heavily onto the white jade plaza a few dozen feet in front of Qian Yu.
The white jade floor was smashed, leaving a huge crater. Debris flew through the air, and dust billowed everywhere.
The entire divine realm was deathly silent. Those watching the broadcast across the continent stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a sound for a long time.
The strongest Asura God-King in the God Realm. That arrogant ruler who clamored to skin people alive and seize godhood. He couldn't even force Qian Yu to draw his sword; his super artifact was crushed by two fingers, and he was instantly killed.
Qianyu lowered his right hand and placed it behind his back. He slowly walked to the edge of the deep pit, looking down at the disheveled figure still convulsing at the bottom.
Tang San struggled to push himself up from the bottom of the pit, his hands bracing against the ground. His Asura Armor was now covered in cracks, and his once meticulously combed blue hair was now disheveled, mixed with blood and sticking to his face, making him look like a stray dog.
"You...you..." Tang San's mouth was full of blood as he stared intently at Qian Yu at the edge of the pit.
Qianyu had no interest in answering his questions.
"Haiyue just said she was going to crush you," Qianyu said calmly.
He raised his right foot and casually stomped down on Tang San at the bottom of the pit. A gigantic footprint, entirely formed from condensed Glazed Divine Light, appeared out of thin air, bearing unparalleled pressure, and landed directly on Tang San's back.
"Bang!"
Tang San had just managed to prop himself up halfway when he was once again crushed into the mud. The sound of bones shattering was crisp and clear. Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth without restraint.
Qian Yu stood at the edge of the pit, his right foot stepping on the invisible force in mid-air. He turned his head to look at Qian Renxue, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong, who were already stunned behind him.
"Girls," Qian Yu said with a gentle smile, "Come here. This bastard can't move now. Whatever grudge you have, you can take action yourselves."
Upon hearing Qian Yu's words, Xiao Wu was the first to react. She cheered and leaped several times to the edge of the pit. Without hesitation, Xiao Wu soared high into the air and unleashed a powerful Meteor Leap, slamming her feet down on Tang San's head.
"I told you not to skin my sister alive! I told you not to insult Lord Qianyu! I told you not to pretend to be a hypocrite!" Xiao Wu stomped on the ground while cursing incessantly.
With each step, Tang San's head sank deeper into the mud.
Ning Rongrong followed closely behind. She immediately summoned the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, which shimmered with nine-colored light.
"Nine Treasures are renowned, with ten layers of gravity suppression!"
Ning Rongrong unceremoniously applied the strongest negative amplification to Tang San. Tang San felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on his back, and he couldn't even move a finger. He could only let out humiliating whimpers at the bottom of the pit.
Qian Renxue, carrying the Angelic Holy Sword, walked step by step to the bottom of the pit. She looked at this hypocrite who had once destroyed the Spirit Hall, schemed against everyone, and was still spouting nonsense yesterday. There was no pity in her eyes.
Qian Renxue raised the holy sword in her hand high, and golden flames rose from the blade.
"Tang San," Qian Renxue's voice was clear and resolute, "your legend ends here."
Without hesitation, the holy sword pierced down, directly penetrating Tang San's divine core. The Asura divine core shattered amidst the golden light. Tang San's body convulsed violently a few times before finally losing all life. Thus, the Asura God-King died a humiliating death at the hands of a group of mortals in his eyes.
Qianyu stood to the side with his hands behind his back, watching this scene. He turned around and faced the million-strong army behind him, which was so shocking that it left them speechless.
"Issue Haiyue's order." Qianyu's cold voice echoed throughout the entire area, "From this day forward, all deities are to be removed from the divine realm. Above these nine heavens, there will be no more supreme gods."
The raging winds over the ruins of the divine realm gradually subsided.
In front of the broadcast screens across the entire continent, the people and soul masters of Douluo Continent were all in an uproar.
The sounds of gongs and drums echoed through the streets, and countless people embraced and wept. Tables in the taverns were pounded with deafening force, and large bowls of cheap liquor spilled all over the floor, but no one cared. The mountain of gods that had weighed on their heads for countless years had finally been flattened by Lord Qianyu with a single step.
On the Divine Realm Square, the million-strong army was also immersed in the joy of victory.
Wu Zetian sheathed the Emperor's Sword, and the Tang Dynasty military flag on the bronze chariot fluttered in the wind.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry planted their spears on the ground, removed their heavy helmets, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
Mulan plopped down on a broken piece of white marble pillar, tossed her heavy sword aside, and let out a long breath. She shouted at the distant mage formation, asking if they wanted to have a couple of drinks that evening.
Bibi Dong completely withdrew the purple poisonous mist of the Death Spider Queen, reverting to her noble and elegant papal demeanor, and slowly tidied her robes.
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao also put away the magic circle. Holding hands, they chattered about whether they could take a few of the white jade bricks from the divine realm back as souvenirs.
Ning Rongrong dissipated the amplifying light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
Qian Renxue leaped out of the deep pit. She walked to the side, shook the blood off the Angelic Holy Sword, and put it back into her body. Then she quickly walked towards Qian Yu.
Xiao Wu was still panting heavily in the deep pit. She had just stomped on Tang San's headless corpse dozens of times, getting the soles of her shoes dirty.
At this moment, Qianyu stood with her hands behind her back on a huge stone tablet ruin. Her moon-white robe fluttered gently in the breeze.
He glanced at the cheering crowd around him, preparing to issue the order to return to the capital.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
The corpse of Tang San, which should have been dead at the bottom of the pit, suddenly emitted an extremely piercing hissing sound.
Before Xiao Wu could jump out of the pit, she saw the corpse melt away like a piece of fatty meat thrown into a pot of oil. In the blink of an eye, the corpse, bones and flesh, had turned into a pool of foul-smelling, dark red blood.
The blood seemed to be alive, boiling violently at the bottom of the pit. Fist-sized blood bubbles kept rising and bursting, emitting thick black smoke.
The smoke trailed along the cracks in the white jade plaza, rapidly spreading towards the Asura Temple deep within the divine realm. The ground swept by the black smoke corroded the hard, divine-realm refined gold floor tiles, leaving them pitted and uneven.
"What the hell is that?!"
Xiao Wu was startled and quickly kicked her legs, leaping from the bottom of the pit to the surface, where she hid behind Qian Renxue.
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