Qian Renxue's expression instantly turned extremely solemn. She grabbed Xiao Wu's arm, summoned the Angelic Holy Sword again, and stared intently at the spreading black smoke.
Qianyu stopped turning around.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze passing over the ruins and locking onto the relatively intact Asura Temple.
The celestial phenomena have changed.
The blood-red clouds that had dispersed began to gather again at an alarming speed. Within a few breaths, the entire sky was dyed a deep crimson.
Thunder rumbled in.
This time, however, the lightning wasn't silvery-white; it was a blood-red lightning bolt, almost black. The blood-red lightning darted wildly through the clouds, like venomous snakes ready to devour their prey. An extremely evil law of slaughter, brimming with the aura of ultimate destruction, erupted from the dome of the Asura Temple like a burst dam, soaring straight into the heavens.
This power is more than ten times stronger than the Tang San who just died.
The cheers of the million-strong army were abruptly cut off as if by a pair of giant scissors.
Sensing an extremely strong threat, the warhorses began to snort restlessly, their hooves pounding the ground wildly. The Tang soldiers in the front ranks felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by a sledgehammer, and they all clutched their chests and took a few steps back.
Wu Zetian's face darkened.
"All troops, form ranks! Prepare to meet the enemy!"
The Empress's majestic voice resounded throughout the entire arena. The Tang cavalry swiftly donned their helmets, their spears raised once more, transforming into an ironclad defensive line.
Mulan leaped from the broken pillar, grabbed the heavy sword, and her eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, and the purplish-black poisonous mist rolled around her feet once more.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and got up from the ground. The Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda regained its brilliance and directly pushed the defensive shield to its maximum limit.
The mages of Jixia Academy dared not be negligent either. Da Qiao's lantern shone brightly with blue light, and dozens of water barriers rose from the ground, blocking the front of the army.
Qianyu stood still, looking at the Shura Temple that was shaking violently in the distance.
The walls were covered with shocking dark red demonic patterns, and large pieces of glazed tiles rolled off the roof and shattered on the ground.
Qian Yu understood. Tang San, that extremely cunning hypocrite, had never intended to fight to the death. The one Qian Renxue shattered was merely an empty shell, a substitute carrying a bit of Asura divine power, used to block bullets. His true soul and the core of his Asura divine essence had long since hidden in the Asura Blood Pool deep within the temple. He used that substitute to buy time, allowing himself to fully absorb the Asura essence accumulated in the blood pool over tens of thousands of years.
"Senba, prepare to die!"
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the Asura Temple.
This roar shook the entire sea of clouds, causing it to churn violently. The sound waves were mixed with tangible shockwaves of divine souls, sweeping outwards like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The water barrier erected by Da Qiao shook violently upon contact with the sonic wave, instantly cracking open with countless fissures. Some ordinary soldiers in the front ranks were grazed by the shockwave and thrown more than ten meters away, crashing to the ground gasping for breath.
A loud bang was heard.
The seemingly indestructible dome of the Asura Temple was completely shattered into pieces. Huge chunks of stone, accompanied by towering pillars of blood, flew in all directions.
A dazzling, blindingly red figure shot into the sky from the collapsed temple, hovering thousands of feet above the ground.
He held a brand-new Asura Demon Sword in his hand. This sword was longer and wider than the previous one, and its blade flowed with viscous, molten lava-like killing flames. A boundless killing intent erupted from his body, tearing a massive vortex through the blood-red clouds in the sky.
This person was none other than Tang San, who considered himself invincible.
At this time, Tang San's appearance had undergone a dramatic change.
The dark red divine armor he wore, which had originally been shattered, had now transformed into an extremely exaggerated and ferocious scarlet battle armor. Sharp barbs extended from every joint of the armor. A pulsating blood-red eyeball was also embedded in his chest.
His once-blue hair had turned completely blood red, like a burning flame dancing wildly behind his head. His eyes were bloodshot and gleaming red.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
Tang San stared intently at Qian Yu below, his chest heaving with extreme excitement.
In order to reshape this true body of the Asura God-King, he swallowed all the blood pool essence left behind by the Asura Gods of the God Realm throughout the ages. Although this forced infusion method was extremely painful, the power gained in return made him completely lose his mind.
Tang San now felt that if he wanted, he could easily slice the Douluo Continent in two with a wave of his hand. The wonderful feeling of holding the power of life and death over the entire universe and being high above others made him extremely arrogant.
"Qianyu!"
Tang San burst into wild laughter, a laugh filled with a chilling madness and cruelty.
"You think you've won? You think what you just stepped on was really me?"
He spread his arms in mid-air, letting his violent divine power rage around him, tearing black cracks into space. He looked down at Qianyu, his eyes filled with contempt for a creature of inferiority.
"That was just a substitute I made up! The real Asura God King is the greatest being in this world, immortal and indestructible!"
Tang San raised his right hand and pointed the brand-new Asura Demon Sword at Qian Yu's brow.
At this moment, extremely cruel images flashed through his mind. He imagined Qian Yu about to be forced to his knees and beg for mercy by his divine kingly pressure. He wanted to use this demonic sword to chop off Qian Yu's limbs inch by inch, making him crawl on the ground like a maggot. He wanted to hang Qian Renxue and Xiao Wu on the pillars of the divine realm, and in front of Qian Yu, peel their skin off alive, slice by slice.
He wanted to show those ants across the continent who dared to laugh at him what the consequences of disobeying the supreme god would be—a fate of eternal damnation. The thrill of impending revenge made Tang San almost groan with pleasure.
"Qianyu, today I have completely merged with the Blood Pool's origin and become the true Asura God King!"
Tang San roared arrogantly, each word carrying terrifying sound waves that smashed deep craters into the white jade square.
"What do you have to fight me with!"
He was certain that Qianyu was now trembling with fear. A mortal, even with some extraordinary encounters, would have no other choice but to tremble and despair when facing a true god who controls the laws of the entire universe.
However, the scene in the center of the ruins did not match the script in Tang San's mind at all.
Qianyu still stood with her hands behind her back on the ruins of the stone tablet. Her moon-white robe remained perfectly still in the fierce wind, the hem draping down naturally.
He didn't even fully raise his head, but merely glanced at Tang San in mid-air with the corner of his eye in a very casual manner.
After listening to Tang San's impassioned and self-righteous speech, Qian Yu remained silent for two seconds.
Then, Chiba couldn't hold back any longer.
He burst out laughing.
The laughter was crisp and clear, without any attempt to conceal it, making it particularly jarring in the oppressive and dull atmosphere of the battlefield.
Qianyu gently shook her head, looking at Tang San as if she were looking at a ridiculous clown.
That's it?
Qianyu softly uttered two words.
These two seemingly ordinary words, though separated by thousands of feet, were like an extremely loud slap in the face, landing squarely on Tang San's cheek.
Qianyu slowly raised her hand and dusted off non-existent dust from her cuffs.
"Just because you changed into red clothes and picked up a broken sword, you think you're invincible again?"
Tang San's arrogant smile froze instantly. His lips twitched, and his eyes widened.
Before Tang San could refute, Xiao Wu below had already understood.
Xiao Wu burst out laughing. Completely unconcerned about the terrifying pressure from above, she put her hands on her hips, pointed at Tang San in mid-air, and began to unleash her attacks.
"Oh my, I thought it was some amazing trump card! Turns out, he couldn't beat us so he just went to change clothes!"
Xiao Wu's voice was crisp and loud, echoing throughout the ruins of the divine realm.
"Tang San, Tang San, have you no shame?! Just now you were hiding like a turtle, using a substitute to take the beating, and now you've changed into a red turtle shell and are acting like a big shot. Do you really think you're performing a grand opera?!"
Qian Renxue also snorted coldly. She slammed the Angelic Holy Sword heavily onto the ground, golden flames surging on the blade.
"A spineless stray dog, wearing the shell of a god-king, really thinks it can transform into a true dragon. Father is right, you are utterly useless except for spouting nonsense. No matter how many layers of skin you change, I will still peel them off!"
Upon hearing Qianyu and Xiaowu's words, the tense atmosphere among the million-strong army instantly dissipated, and a burst of extremely enthusiastic laughter erupted from the crowd.
Standing on the bronze chariot, Wu Zetian made a sarcastic remark without any politeness.
"Within the Tang Dynasty, even the street thugs begging for food have more face than this so-called God-King. To cheat after losing a fight is a disgrace to the strong."
Mulan simply slung her heavy sword over her shoulder and shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Hey you in the red shirt up there! Stop wasting your breath and come down here to die! I haven't had enough of cutting down those small fry with my sword yet!"
These taunts, one after another, were like poisoned knives, stabbing viciously into Tang San's extremely inflated ego.
He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his bloodshot eyes on his chest were spinning wildly.
Are these mortals blind?! Can't they sense the world-destroying power of the Asura God-King?! How can they still laugh?! How can they?!
Tang San originally wanted to see Qian Yu's terrified expression and the miserable scene of a million-strong army fleeing in disarray. Instead, he was met with even more merciless ridicule.
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!"
Tang San gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly with both hands and slashed it fiercely at the crowd below who were laughing the loudest.
A blood-red sword aura, thousands of feet long, shot out from the blade. This sword aura carried ten times the power of the previous one, slicing through the void as easily as cutting tofu, and heading straight for Wu Zetian and Hua Mulan's formation.
The Tang soldiers' expressions changed, and they were about to raise their shields to block.
Qianyu raised an eyebrow slightly.
He didn't move an inch, but simply raised his left hand and drew a small semicircle in mid-air.
A shimmering silver glass barrier appeared out of thin air in front of the army, blocking the path of the thousand-foot sword aura.
boom!
A deafening roar.
The crimson sword energy, powerful enough to cleave half of the divine realm plaza in two, struck the glazed barrier without even causing a ripple, instantly disintegrating into countless dark red specks of light.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. His hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily for a moment.
He stared intently at the undamaged glass barrier, gritting his teeth and roaring.
"Qianyu! Don't be so arrogant! That was just a casual strike. Now I have completely mastered the power of the Asura Blood Pool, I am the embodiment of slaughter! In this God Realm, I am absolutely invincible!"
To conceal the inexplicable panic deep within his heart, Tang San once again activated the divine power within his body.
The crimson light surrounding him surged dozens of feet high, and the space behind him was forcibly squeezed into a large void black hole.
Qianyu lowered her left hand, her tone still as casual as if she were chatting with a passerby.
"Haiyue gave you a chance to start anew, but you insisted on coming out and filthy Haiyue's eyes."
Qian Yu stepped onto the white jade steps, walking towards Tang San who was suspended in mid-air. With each step he took, a phantom lotus flower, entirely formed from condensed divine light, would bloom beneath his feet. The lotus flower supported his body, allowing him to rise steadily.
"You keep claiming to be the Asura God King. Fine, Haiyue will reluctantly show you what true power is today."
Seeing that Qianyu had actually come to greet him, Tang San's heart sank, and an extremely dangerous feeling crept into his heart.
But he was immediately overwhelmed by endless anger and resentment.
"You're asking for death! Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, I'll grant your wish!"
Qianyu stepped on the illusory lotus flowers formed from the condensed divine light of glass, walking step by step towards the sky. Her moon-white robe fluttered in the raging winds of the divine realm, the hem swaying naturally with the breeze.
The bursts of laughter from the army below surged upwards like a tsunami.
To Tang San, that laughter was more piercing than the most vicious curse in the world. The mockery of these mortal ants was like a thousand steel needles coated with deadly poison, piercing his newly rebuilt and greatly inflated heart of a god-king.
"Shut up!" Tang San was completely enraged by Qian Yu's contemptuous attitude.
The face, covered in dark red demonic patterns, twisted and deformed in an instant, the veins on its forehead throbbing violently beneath its skin like thick earthworms. The scarlet eye embedded in its chest armor spun wildly, spewing out extremely dense killing flames.
The mighty Asura God King, a supreme being who has absorbed tens of thousands of years of divine essence, why should he be ridiculed like a monkey by a group of mortals on earth! What made Tang San even angrier was that Qian Yu, this freak who appeared out of nowhere, actually dared to call himself Haiyue and looked at him with the eyes of an elder looking at a naughty grandson.
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