Bibi Dong also withdrew the poisonous mist from the Death Domain, and her purplish-black armor gradually faded, restoring her noble and elegant demeanor.
Mulan plunged her heavy sword, wider than a door panel, into the white jade floor tile, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and grinned.
"What a prestigious father he is."
The six golden wings on Qian Renxue's back slowly folded in.
Her grip on the angel's holy sword loosened completely, and she looked up at the moon-white figure in the sky, her eyes filled with undisguised pride and admiration.
At this moment, Tang San was already at his wit's end in the sky.
His fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palm from the excessive force. Blood dripped down the hilt of the sword. He gasped for breath, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.
Qianyu stood quietly on the illusory crystal lotus.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Tang San, whose face was contorted and features distorted. There was no hostility or anger in his eyes, only pure mockery and undisguised contempt.
"Is this your power as a god-king?"
Qianyu turned her head slightly and looked Tang San up and down at his tattered Shura God Armor.
His tone was extremely flat, as if he were picking at a piece of not-so-fresh pork at a market.
Tang San's heart clenched upon hearing those words. The condescending question was more humiliating than being killed outright.
Qianyu sighed softly.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it."
The words were not loud, but with the power of Qianyu Haiyue, they were clearly heard throughout the entire God Realm Ruins and reached the ears of every single one of the million-strong army below.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qianyu casually exerted a slight inward force with her index and middle fingers, which were holding the sword's edge.
"Snap!"
A sharp, shattering sound suddenly rang out in mid-air.
The sound was like someone breaking a fine jade pendant with their bare hands in the quiet of the night.
Immediately afterwards, centered on the point where Qianyu's two fingers touched, a dazzling white crack instantly appeared on the Asura Sword's light.
The crack rapidly spread outwards. In the blink of an eye, countless cracks, like a spider web, completely covered the entire ten-thousand-foot-long crimson sword beam.
Tang San stared wide-eyed, his bloodshot eyes wide, watching helplessly as his most prized ultimate move crumbled completely with a gentle squeeze from those two fingers.
Bang!
It was accompanied by an extremely crisp and loud bang.
That Asura sword beam, powerful enough to tear the heavens apart, shattered into a shower of light.
Countless tiny, blood-red specks of light drifted in the air like a sudden meteor shower, falling gently onto every corner of the ruins of the divine realm.
Those surviving gods who had been hiding in the shadows of the ruins, hoping with great joy that Tang San could turn the tide, were now all stunned as if struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground.
The fervor in their eyes vanished completely, replaced by profound despair.
Weapons are inherently connected to their owners' minds, let alone the Asura Judgment, which gathers all of Tang San's essence.
The moment the sword light shattered, an extremely terrifying backlash surged through his hands and directly into Tang San's body.
Tang San's scarlet eyeball on his chest suddenly exploded, splattering out a large amount of blackish-red viscous fluid.
The divine king's laws that had just merged within his body were instantly thrown into chaos by the backlash. His meridians were torn apart inch by inch, and his internal organs felt as if they had been crushed in a millstone.
Tang San suddenly tilted his head back.
A large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his mouth, turning into a shocking cloud of blood mist in mid-air.
His newly formed divine body completely lost control, and he flew backward at high speed like a tattered rag doll with its strings cut.
A muffled whooshing sound echoed high above the God Realm. Tang San's body smashed through more than a dozen huge meteorites floating in mid-air, the debris carrying his body as he continued to tumble backward.
At that very moment, the images on the hundreds of soul-guided transmitters in front of the million-strong army below were being synchronized in real time to the entire Douluo Continent.
Whether in the taverns of the Heaven Dou Empire or the squares of the Star Luo Empire, people across the entire continent were watching the battle unfold on the light screen. At the edges of the screen, real-time text comments from all over the continent scrolled.
Suddenly, a barrage of text with extremely large font size and dazzling golden light squeezed out all the other text and stood horizontally in the very center of all the broadcast screens.
The sender of this comment clearly wrote "A-Yin".
The comments were very brief, yet they conveyed a sense of gritted teeth and exhilarating satisfaction.
"Well done! This unfilial son deserves a beating!"
As soon as this comment appeared, the crowd below fell silent for a moment, then burst into a deafening roar of laughter.
Xiao Wu stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the large characters on the screen, laughing so hard she almost cried.
"Even your own mother is coming out to curse you out, Tang San, just how much of a failure are you as a person?!"
Ning Rongrong, holding the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, nodded repeatedly from the side.
"This kind of ungrateful scoundrel, who doesn't even acknowledge the mother who gave birth to him, really deserves to be taught a lesson."
Qian Renxue looked at the light screen and snorted disdainfully.
"Being called a rebellious son by one's own mother in front of the entire continent—this is the consequence of proclaiming oneself a god-king."
In mid-air, Tang San was still flying backward at high speed. The wind rushed into his ears, his consciousness began to blur, and he felt that the world around him was spinning violently.
Qianyu stood still, retracted the two fingers that had crushed the sword light, and put them behind her back.
He watched Tang San's disheveled figure fly backward, his eyes calm.
Then, Chiyu casually lifted her right foot and took a step forward.
A crystal-clear, glassy lotus flower instantly bloomed in the void where he landed. The surrounding space distorted like ripples on water, and spatial distances were completely folded in the face of Haiyue's power.
Swish.
Qianyu's moon-white figure vanished from the spot.
Only a single breath had passed.
Directly in front of Tang San as he flew backward, the void suddenly split open, and Qian Yu's tall figure instantly appeared there.
The two were less than half a foot apart.
In Tang San's blood-filled vision, a face he hated to the core yet was powerless to touch suddenly appeared. He instinctively wanted to raise his arms to block it.
However, the meridians in his hands had already been severed in the backlash, and he couldn't lift them at all.
Qianyu stared at Tang San's face, which was filled with panic, and slowly raised her right hand.
His palm traced an extremely random path in mid-air, without any flash of divine power, relying entirely on pure physical strength, before slapping Tang San hard across the left cheek.
Snap!
A resounding slap instantly drowned out the howling winds high in the heavens.
Qianyu slapped Tang San squarely across the face.
The immense force slammed into Tang San's face, which was covered in demonic runes, causing it to cave in severely. Several broken teeth mixed with thick blood gushed from Tang San's mouth, drawing several shocking red streaks in the air.
Tang San's flying trajectory was abruptly interrupted by this slap, and his body spun violently seven or eight times in mid-air before crashing heavily down onto the white jade plaza below.
Tang San's enormous and broken divine body crashed down towards the white jade plaza below like an out-of-control meteorite.
The wind howled wildly in his ears. Tang San could even clearly see the cracked patterns on the paving stones in the square rapidly magnifying in his vision.
Just moments before it was about to be smashed to pieces.
Qianyu lightly touched the ground with her toes in mid-air.
A crystal lotus flower, radiating a cool, ethereal light, bloomed out of thin air. The surrounding space instantly underwent a violent, undulating motion, like waves crashing on water.
The moon-white figure traversed that distance directly, appearing without warning directly below Tang San's falling trajectory.
The power of the moon was fully displayed at this moment.
Qianyu slightly raised her right hand, and her five slender, white fingers extended with unparalleled precision.
It was just a very casual grasping motion.
That hand gripped tightly at the collar of Tang San's cracked Shura God Armor.
The terrifying kinetic energy of the fall vanished without a trace in the face of that palm, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Tang San's tall and imposing body was suspended in mid-air, less than three inches from the ground.
Qianyu carried the arrogant Asura God King with one hand, as if he were carrying a dead rat that had just been pulled out of a ditch.
After a brief pause.
Qianyu slowly raised her left hand.
There was no divine power fluctuation in the light, no earth-shattering phenomena, it was purely physical power.
The hand traced an extremely random path in mid-air, heading straight for Tang San's right cheek.
"Smack!"
A crisp, extremely loud slap echoed across the entire ruins of the divine realm.
The sound was terrifyingly loud, even drowning out the raging space storms high in the sky.
A solid slap landed directly on Tang San's face, which was covered with dark red demonic patterns.
The immense impact instantly shattered the facial defenses of a God-King level expert. The muscles on Tang San's right cheek were severely twisted and torn upon contact.
The cracking sound of bones breaking followed immediately.
Tang San's face was slapped so hard that half of it was torn open and the flesh was completely mangled into a bloody mess.
Dark red divine blood gushed out like a burst dam, gushing wildly from his tattered cheeks.
A dozen or so broken teeth, mixed with blood, were sent flying by the tremendous force, leaving several shocking red streaks in the air.
The teeth finally slammed into the white jade floor tiles with a series of sharp, clanging sounds.
Qianyu looked down at Tang San, who was convulsing wildly in her hands.
There was no warmth in his pale white eyes, as if he were looking at a worthless, defective product.
"This slap is for your ingratitude."
Amplified by the power of the Sea Moon, Qingjue's voice resounded clearly throughout every corner of the God Realm, and also spread across the entire Douluo Continent via the soul-guided transmitters.
The atmosphere in front of the million-strong God-Slaying Alliance army lined up below was instantly ignited by these words.
On the broadcast screen, the dense text comments exploded in an unprecedented manner.
Ah Yin's signature, radiating dazzling golden light, once again firmly occupied the very center of the light screen.
"Well done, Lord Haiyue! Give him a good beating for me! This beast, in order to control the plane, didn't hesitate to use the resurrection of his own mother to set up a scheme, treating everyone as pawns. He doesn't deserve to live in this world at all!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a tremendous uproar erupted from the army.
Xiao Wu stood at the very front of the army, hands on her hips, watching the comments on the screen, and laughed out loud without any restraint.
"Tang San, Tang San! You always say 'a teacher for a day is a father for life,' but you turn around and disobey your master and betray your sworn brothers."
Xiao Wu pointed at the dead dog-like figure in mid-air, her face full of disdain.
"Your disgusting schemes are so despicable that even your own mother can't stand them. You've been a utterly rotten person your whole life!"
Ning Rongrong, holding the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, kept sneering from the side.
"Back then, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School went to great lengths to help, but in the end, we were secretly plotted against and our sect's foundation was stolen. The words 'ungrateful and treacherous' are practically etched into their very nature!"
Countless soldiers in the army raised their weapons and frantically pounded their shields, creating a deafening roar of mockery.
Qian Renxue folded the six golden wings on her back, her beautiful face filled with undisguised pride.
Gazing up at her father's tall, moon-white figure in the sky, Qian Renxue's hand gripping the Angelic Holy Sword trembled slightly with excitement.
"My father's temper is truly domineering to the extreme. What kind of bullshit Asura God King is he? He's nothing but a fart in the face of absolute power."
Tang San, who was being lifted into the air by Qian Yu like a tattered sack, heard the taunts from below clearly.
Those words were like sharp knives, stabbing viciously into that heart whose pride was extremely inflated.
His left eye was swollen shut due to excessive bloodshotness, and Tang San's remaining vision was filled with resentment and madness.
A hissing sound came from his throat, as Tang San tried desperately to breathe.
This humiliation is absolutely unacceptable. Even if it means death, I'll drag this mortal down with me.
Those blood-stained hands curled up with difficulty, their nails digging deep into their flesh. Tang San was using the last bit of strength in his body to try to touch the storage soul tool called "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" at his waist.
It contains the most prized trump card from both past and present lives.
Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, Peacock Feathers.
As long as I can touch anything, as long as I can launch it from this close range, I am absolutely confident that I can make the opponent pay a heavy price!
But.
His fingers had barely touched the jade belt at the edge of the soul tool.
"Smack!"
Another heavy slap landed without warning on Tang San's intact left cheek.
The force of this blow was far more terrifying than before.
The enormous palm slapped Tang San's head so hard it snapped to the right, his cervical spine making a sickening cracking sound, his entire neck twisted into an extremely exaggerated and bizarre angle.
The pitiful amount of divine power that had just been gathered was directly shattered by the spatial shockwave caused by this slap.
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