Tang San's already shattered jaw suddenly twitched uncontrollably.
A heart-wrenching roar suddenly erupted from deep within his throat.
"Aaaaaah! I'll fight you to the death!"
The sound was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other violently.
This was accompanied by a deafening roar.
The last trace of Asura divine power within Tang San's body suddenly surged wildly, as if in a final burst of energy.
He was actually burning his own divine soul!
The already shattered meridians were severely torn apart again under the impact of this violent force.
Blood gushed out like a fountain from his countless wounds.
But this did nothing to stop his madness.
Suddenly, dazzling lights appeared behind Tang San.
One after another, red 100,000-year soul rings appeared.
Those spirit rings were supposed to represent supreme glory.
But now, it has become a death warrant for him.
Immediately afterwards.
The outermost red spirit ring suddenly expanded violently without warning.
A loud bang.
The 100,000-year-old spirit ring shattered on the spot, turning into a sky full of red light.
Great Sumeru Hammer!
The amazing skill of exploding rings!
At this moment, Tang San actually attempted to launch a final counterattack using this suicidal method.
The terrifying energy generated by the exploding ring surged wildly along his mangled body towards his right hand.
A violent, blood-red hurricane immediately swept through the air.
The surrounding white jade pillars creaked under the strain of the hurricane.
A massive, pure black phantom of the Haotian Hammer rapidly coalesced and took shape at the center of the storm.
The hammer was covered with dark red Asura runes.
With a ferocious aura that seemed capable of smashing a hole in the heavens and earth, it hurtled straight toward Qianyu in front of it.
Because he forcibly pushed his power beyond his physical limits.
Tang San's already broken right arm bone pierced straight through the flesh.
The stark white bone fragments were exposed to the air, with bits of meat still clinging to them.
But he didn't care at all.
The eye, swollen into a slit, was filled with a venomous glee.
Die! Let's all go to hell together!
Looking at the phantom of the Haotian Hammer that was crashing down with terrifying power.
Qianyu didn't even lift her eyelids.
There was not a trace of emotion in his pale white eyes.
There is only one kind of pity and mockery for the ants' struggle before death.
"You dare to use such crude methods in front of Haiyue?"
Qianyu spoke calmly, letting out a cold laugh filled with utter disdain.
The laughter was filled with condescending disdain.
Even the raging winds around them froze instantly at that cold laugh.
immediately.
Qianyu slowly raised her right leg.
There were no fancy moves.
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion.
It was just an ordinary kick that went forward.
At the tip of his foot, a phantom image of an extremely pure crystal lotus flower flashed by.
Layer upon layer of petals rippled outwards in the space like waves on water.
This kick may seem slow, but it was actually incredibly fast.
All the laws that stood in its way were crushed into dust before this lotus flower.
His toes met the enormous phantom of the Haotian Hammer with perfect accuracy.
There was no loud crashing sound.
There were no sparks flying.
It's like a red-hot iron sheet cutting through fragile snow.
Qianyu's toe pierced directly through the seemingly indestructible dark red energy.
The illusory image of the Clear Sky Hammer, imbued with the power of Tang San's exploding rings, froze in mid-air the moment it touched Qian Yu's toes.
The next second.
A hairline crack appeared on the massive hammerhead.
Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread like wildfire across the entire hammer.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound.
The illusory image of the Haotian Hammer immediately disintegrated.
It transformed into countless black and red specks of light, completely dissipating into the air.
But that's not all.
The force of that kick remained undiminished.
It passed directly through the countless points of light and, with an extremely brutal manner, kicked Tang San hard in the abdomen, specifically the dantian area.
"puff!"
A very dull, unusual sound.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire White Jade Square.
The moment Tang San was kicked, his body arched backward into an exaggerated shrimp shape.
A large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his jawless mouth.
It sprayed out more than two meters high.
The force of that kick completely ignored any defenses on his skin.
It struck his divine core with unparalleled precision.
That was the source of his power.
The core of the Asura God's position.
With a single step from Qianyu, which contained the power of the Sea Moon space.
Suddenly, an extremely faint cracking sound came from the surface of the dark red Asura God Core.
A glaring crack appeared on the surface of the divine core.
Then came the second and third points.
In the blink of an eye.
The entire divine core was already covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks.
Then, a large piece of it broke off.
This was accompanied by the rupture of the divine core.
Tang San's already limited divine power was like a flood that had found an outlet.
It poured out wildly along those cracks.
A dark red light flickered incessantly on his abdomen, and his divine power hissed like a deflated balloon.
But that's not the most fatal thing.
With the complete shattering of the dantian and qi sea.
Tang San's proud twin martial souls suffered a devastating blow at this moment.
His left hand suddenly opened uncontrollably.
A phantom image of a crystal-clear blue silver vine forcibly appeared.
But in the instant it appeared.
Those golden veins that represented vitality began to wither and turn black rapidly.
Grass blades turned to ash and fell down in a soft rustling sound.
Finally, the entire Blue Silver Emperor plant broke apart inch by inch, turning into a pool of black ash that scattered with the wind.
On the right.
The physical Haotian Hammer, which had once shattered countless powerful enemies, also appeared.
The hammer trembled violently, emitting a shrill buzzing sound.
Countless deep grooves appeared on the hard surface of the hammerhead.
Then, a loud bang.
The entire Haotian Hammer exploded into a pile of scrap metal in mid-air, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.
Twin Martial Souls.
Completely destroyed by Qianyu's nonchalant kick!
There wasn't even the slightest possibility of repair left.
Tang San was still in an attack stance in mid-air.
At the moment when the martial soul and the divine core shattered simultaneously.
The person was like a rotten sack that had been stripped of all its bones and soul.
All the light on his body dimmed in an instant.
It plummeted downwards at high speed.
"Bang!"
A very heavy, muffled thud.
Tang San's broken body slammed heavily onto the hard white jade floor tiles.
The enormous impact created a shallow crater in the ground.
The ground was covered in blood splattered from his body.
He writhed in agony at the bottom of the pit, clutching his dantian, which was leaking air at an alarming rate.
That rotting face was filled with unparalleled terror.
Until this moment.
He then truly understood what was more terrifying than death.
"No! My soul power! My divine status!"
Tang San, like a dead dog scalded by boiling water, let out an extremely shrill scream in the pool of blood.
He desperately tried to contain the leaking divine power.
But it was all in vain.
The golden-red light leaked through his fingers and dissipated into the air.
He could feel it clearly.
The power he had painstakingly cultivated over two lifetimes was completely slipping away from him.
Without these powers.
He was no longer the high and mighty Asura God King.
He's not even as good as an ordinary Soul Master.
He has become a completely useless person.
This feeling of falling directly from the clouds into the abyss of despair.
This was even more devastating and insane than the hundreds of slaps Qian Yu had just delivered.
Tears mixed with blood kept flowing from his swollen eyes.
A series of meaningless whimpers came from his throat.
Qianyu quietly watched the grotesque mass of rotting flesh writhing wildly at the bottom of the pit.
His figure flashed.
He appeared directly beside Tang San, transcending the spatial barrier.
The pale white hem of her dress fluttered gently in the wind.
Not a speck of dust got on it.
Chiyu raised her right foot.
He stepped directly on Tang San's already sunken chest.
This didn't require much force.
But it carries an absolute sense of oppression that makes it impossible to breathe.
Tang San's screams abruptly stopped.
The last bit of air in his chest was firmly suppressed by that kick.
He was so choked up that his entire face turned a strange purplish-red.
He used the last bit of strength in his body to try to pry open the foot that was stepping on his chest with his broken hands.
But that foot was like Mount Tai, rooted to the spot, completely still.
Qianyu looked down at the pathetic creature beneath her feet.
A deep sense of disgust lingered on her clear and serene face.
His eyes were full of undisguised mockery.
"Tang San".
Qianyu spoke softly, her clear, cold voice carrying throughout the entire plaza while enveloped in soul power.
"Haven't you always liked to hide behind others and scheme against them?"
"Didn't you always think the whole world should revolve around you?"
He increased the pressure on his feet slightly.
Tang San's sternum cracked again with a crisp sound.
He was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed violently, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Qianyu bent down slightly.
Looking into Tang San's eyes, which were filled with fear.
"Now tell me, who is the father?"
This sentence was not deliberately spoken at a high volume.
But it was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Tang San's already battered soul.
As soon as those words were spoken...
The million-strong God-Slaying Allied Army lined up below suddenly erupted in a roar that shook the heavens.
Countless soldiers excitedly raised their spears and shields and began banging them wildly.
And on that huge broadcast screen in mid-air.
It also directly ushered in an unprecedented storm.
The entire live stream screen was almost completely submerged by dense text.
The background is completely obscured.
Amidst this screen full of bullet comments.
The signatures of Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, accompanied by extremely exaggerated golden special effects, dominated the screen.
"Ning Rongrong, the sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, has gifted 10,000 divine-level soul tools!"
"Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit from the Star Dou Great Forest, has donated 1,000 pieces of a top-grade 10,000-year-old soul bone!"
On the light screen.
Various dazzling gift effects exploded wildly, as if they were free.
It almost caused the entire broadcasting setup to freeze on the spot.
At the front of the army.
Ning Rongrong held the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in one hand and waved her other hand with great flair.
"Swish! Swish like crazy!"
"Today, I, the sect leader, will show the entire continent just what fate awaits this hypocritical and sanctimonious man!"
Ning Rongrong was so excited that her cheeks turned red, and her voice even cracked.
"Well done! It was brilliantly abolished!"
"That bastard has been scheming against my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for so many years, not only stealing our sect's secret techniques, but also secretly weakening us!"
Ning Rongrong looked at Tang San's horribly miserable appearance on the screen and laughed until tears almost came out.
"What twin martial souls, what Asura Godhood?"
"In front of Lord Haiyue, you're nothing but a fart!"
Xiao Wu, standing to the side, was so excited that she stomped her feet.
She gripped her long scorpion braid with both hands and waved it forcefully in mid-air.
"That felt so good! So satisfying!"
Xiao Wu pointed at the light screen and shouted loudly to the surrounding allied forces:
"Look at that pathetic, dog-like face of his!"
"Back when he was plotting against Da Ming and Er Ming in the Star Dou Great Forest, he was incredibly arrogant!"
"He speaks more eloquently than he sings during the sacrifice, putting on a deeply affectionate act, but it's all for his own divine position!"
Xiao Wu spat out a mouthful of saliva.
"This kind of beast, who even exploits the emotions of soul beasts, deserves this fate!"
"You still dare to lay a hand on Lord Haiyue?"
"What a fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"
Xiao Wu's angry curses, transmitted through the broadcast array, resounded clearly throughout the entire Jialing Pass like continuous thunder.
Within the million-strong God-Slaying Alliance army, a deafening roar of agreement erupted. Countless fully armed soldiers raised their spears and heavy shields high, clashing them together with deafening metallic clang, creating a torrent of steel. The Tang Dynasty cavalry and the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters were even more enraged, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt as they looked at the mangled body on the light screen.
Above the White Jade Square.
Tang San's mangled body was still convulsing violently. His cheeks were pressed tightly against the cold, icy floor tiles, and black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth. Hearing the deafening cheers around him, and hearing Xiao Wu's curses that pierced through his hypocritical mask, his already cracked self-esteem was utterly shattered.
The physical pain had numbed him, but the extreme humiliation of being watched by the entire continent and being completely stripped of all glory felt like a thousand steel knives were frantically cutting into his soul.
This once high and mighty Asura God-King, who treated all living beings as mere pawns to be manipulated at will, now lacked even the strength to move a finger. The terrifying pressure emanating from the bare, white foot above his chest firmly pinned down his last struggle.
Qianyu stood quietly in place, looking down at the ridiculous pile of rotten flesh at her feet.
Her moon-white dress fluttered in the gale, and her exquisite face showed no trace of victor's fervor, only an indifference as if she were looking at roadside pebbles. Deep within her clear eyes flowed an extremely pure power of spatial laws.
"What Haiyue despises most in her life is a hypocrite like you who spouts benevolence and morality but secretly plots against the common people."
Qian Yu spoke slowly, her clear and cold voice not loud, yet it easily drowned out the clamor of the million-strong army, striking directly at Tang San's riddled soul.
(End of chapter)