Qian Renxue trembled and quickly stepped forward, standing obediently in front of Qian Yu amidst countless envious and jealous gazes.
"Father."
Her voice trembled slightly, from excitement.
Qianyu reached out and gently ruffled the smooth, golden hair, her gesture full of affection.
"Did you see it clearly?"
Qian Renxue nodded heavily, her eyes firm and fervent:
"Look carefully!"
Qian Yu smiled, his gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaogang, who was still convulsing in the distance, and then over Tang San and the others, whose faces were pale.
A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
"That's right."
"From now on, anyone who dares to bully you will be treated like this."
"Just kill them."
"If God stands in your way, then kill God."
"If Heaven stands in your way, then Heaven will be destroyed."
There are countless principles in this world.
"But only fists are the greatest truth."
These words were spoken casually.
But everyone present could tell that this was to support Qian Renxue.
It is a declaration to the whole world.
Qian Renxue is Qian Yu's daughter.
Whoever moves, dies.
Even the entire divine realm will perish for this.
Upon hearing these words, Tang San felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, his old injuries flaring up again, and he could no longer hold back, vomiting a mouthful of blood with a loud "whoosh".
His beliefs completely collapsed at that moment.
There is such a father.
Qian Renxue is already the most untouchable being in this world.
And yet he actually dared to dream of being his enemy?
ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
Qianyu didn't look at Tang San again.
In his eyes, Tang San, this so-called chosen one of the world, was nothing more than a slightly stronger grasshopper; it wouldn't be bad to keep him around for his daughter to practice on.
If they really are blind...
Just crush it with your bare hands.
"Let's go."
"It's dirty here, let's go back and rest."
Qianyu's words, following the not-yet-completely-closed spatial rift, broke straight through the layers of dimensional barriers, carrying a terrifying, overwhelming pressure, and slammed heavily against the outer wall of the central hall of the divine realm, which was suspended in the nine heavens.
The massive main gate of the central hall of the divine realm, forged from ten-thousand-year-old profound gold and normally so powerful that even the combined strength of god-kings could hardly budge it, trembled violently under the impact of this sound wave, and several deep dents were even shaken into its surface.
The once solemn and majestic Divine Council Hall, representing the highest authority of all realms, was now, under the resounding echoes, like a lone boat swaying precariously in a raging storm.
The brilliant stars above the dome, formed from pure divine power, dimmed and extinguished one after another, turning into countless specks of light that fell and left the interior of the hall in a mess.
The enormous water mirror in the center of the hall, used to spy on the movements of the lower realm, could not withstand this unparalleled pressure that transcended dimensions, and its surface was instantly covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the water mirror shattered with a piercing crack.
The scattered crystal shards, like sharp hidden weapons, traced white trails of air in the air above the hall, reflecting the horrified faces of the supreme deities inside.
This is not some empty boast or alarmist rhetoric, but rather the undeniable countdown to the judgment of death cast by that god of slaughter.
At the deepest part of this great hall stand five primordial divine pillars that reach to the heavens and the earth.
These five divine pillars represent the supreme authority of the five great god-kings in the divine realm, and are also the core foundation for maintaining the stability of the entire divine realm space and preventing the divine realm from falling into the void turbulence.
The massive stone pillar, with its deep purplish-black color and inscriptions swirling with world-destroying thunder, is the very symbol of the origin of the God of Destruction.
Ever since the God of Destruction descended to intercept and kill Qianyu, the light on this divine pillar has been flickering, exuding an extremely uneasy aura of anxiety and rage.
Just before the water mirror shattered, at the very moment Qianyu casually sliced the God of Destruction in two, the purplish-black divine pillar suddenly let out a deafening wail.
The sound was like the final wail of an ancient behemoth as its spine was forcibly ripped out before it died, so shrill that it sent chills down the spines of all the gods present and made their souls tremble.
Immediately afterwards, the ancient golden inscriptions on the surface of the divine pillar, which contained the laws of destruction, began to peel off in large pieces.
The inscriptions that represented the supreme status of the God of Destruction, once separated from the pillar, turned into wisps of black smoke in mid-air and vanished without a trace.
The raging lightning that originally flowed around the pillar and could easily tear stars apart, lost the support of its primordial power, and quickly deflated and dissipated like a punctured balloon.
A conspicuous, thin crack appeared out of nowhere from the very top of the divine pillar.
The crack spread downwards at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, and wherever it passed, the incomparably hard primordial divine material crumbled like fragile tofu.
The cracking and shattering sounds were particularly jarring in the empty hall, even drowning out the howling wind outside.
The shattering sound was like the death knell itself tolling, pounding the hearts of every deity present.
In just a few breaths, the crack completely pierced through the entire massive pillar of the Heavenly Pillar.
The boundless, purplish-black divine power, now unrestrained, transformed into a raging torrent of laws, rampaging through the hall and tearing the magnificent curtains into countless strips.
The original pillar representing the god of destruction ultimately could not withstand this unexpected calamity and collapsed with a deafening roar.
Thousands of tons of massive boulders, carrying devastating kinetic energy, crashed heavily onto the floor paved with the most resilient white jade from the divine realm.
The entire central hub of the divine realm was violently shaken by this terrifying physical impact, causing the surrounding floating divine islands to rise and fall as well.
Huge and deep fissures spread wildly outwards from the craters smashed in the floor, tearing this hall, a symbol of absolute dominance, to shreds.
The billowing dust, mixed with a chaotic storm of laws, instantly obscured the view inside the hall, and the pungent smell of earth drowned out the usual ethereal fragrance.
The once invincible power of the Destruction God King, which once hung high above the heads of the gods, has now turned into a pile of lifeless, dusty, rotten stones.
The destructive aftershocks caused by the collapse of the divine pillar not only destroyed the floor of the main hall, but also severely damaged the core array system that operated the entire divine realm.
The evil god-king, who was closest to the collapsed pillar, was now desperately dodging left and right, trying to avoid the deadly boulders flying towards him.
His once magnificent dark red divine robe, a symbol of evil, had long been torn to shreds by the turbulent currents, resembling the ragged clothes of a beggar on the street.
That face, which had always been etched with gloom and arrogance, was now deathly pale, deathly white.
This pallor is like that of a corpse frozen for three days and three nights in the deepest abyss of extreme cold, where not even a trace of the rosy glow of a living creature can be found.
The evil god-king's hands, stained with the blood of countless planes, were now trembling uncontrollably, his ten fingers twitching incessantly.
He clenched his teeth so hard that his lips bled, trying to suppress the violent trembling that came from his body's instincts, but it was no use.
His legs were so weak they were like cooked noodles, making even the most basic action of standing up straight extremely difficult.
He placed his hands on the cracked white jade floor, feeling the waves of destruction emanating from his palms.
He tried to use the strength of his arms to lift himself up from the dusty ground.
But those arms, which could normally wreak havoc on the lower realms with a mere wave, were now limp and powerless.
He tried three times in a row, and each time he only managed to lift his body halfway before his knees buckled so badly that he fell heavily back to his knees.
The kneecap slammed hard against the edge of the hard rock, producing a dull thud, and even shattered a piece of gravel into powder.
Even so, he felt no pain at all, because extreme fear had completely numbed all the pain receptors in his body.
Behind the ruins not far from the Evil God King, a soft white light was barely supporting a shaky semi-circular protective shield.
That was the divine power shield that the benevolent god-king instinctively released in his panic.
This stunningly beautiful goddess, who usually exudes a compassionate and aloof demeanor, was now trembling with fear, like a fledgling sparrow that had lost its nest in a blizzard.
Her delicate and perfect features were completely distorted by extreme horror, and her usual dignified image was nowhere to be found.
Her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, her eyes filled with boundless terror of the unknown.
The once pristine white divine robes were now covered in dust and mud, and even the crown on his head, representing the authority of goodness, was tilted to one side, making him look utterly wretched.
The benevolent god-king gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the murky air in the hall, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.
Just moments before the water mirror shattered, they saw everything that happened above Jialing Pass in the lower realm.
Qianyu's casual flick of the finger not only cleanly severed the invincible divine body of the God of Destruction, but also shattered all their pride and confidence.
What kind of power was that?
There were no complicated and time-consuming divine hand seals, no grand and exaggerated display of power, only the purest and most extreme killing and absolute crushing force.
The evil god-king swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with great difficulty, making a dry, grinding sound.
He turned his head and looked at the kind god-king hiding in the shield with a look of utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost.
The evil god-king's voice trembled as he uttered words with great difficulty, asking a question that even he himself found absurd.
"Destruction...is dead?"
These words were squeezed out bit by bit from between the teeth of the evil god-king, with extremely obvious cracking and trembling in his voice.
He couldn't even believe that these words came from the mouth of himself, a dignified god-king.
As an old comrade-in-arms who had known each other for countless eras, he knew better than anyone just how monstrous the defensive power of the God of Destruction's purplish-black divine body was.
Even if he and the Kind God King joined forces without reservation, and even used their strongest trump card of coexisting gods, it would be absolutely impossible for them to kill him in one blow.
But they just saw it with their own eyes.
The man in white, as easily as swatting a blood-sucking mosquito, effortlessly sent the God of Destruction to an abyss of no return.
Upon hearing this question, the Kind God King shuddered violently, and the white light surrounding his shield flickered intensely a few times.
She crossed her arms over her chest, gripping her shoulders tightly with her fingers, trying to find a pitiful comfort in this self-embracing that made her feel extremely insecure.
The benevolent god-king gripped the hem of his robe tightly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became extremely sharp and hoarse.
"That Qianyu..."
The Kind God King took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of earth, and forced himself to recall the terrifying look in Qian Yu's eyes when she looked up at the rift in the divine realm.
That wild gaze was filled with extreme indifference, boundless arrogance, and deep disdain.
The benevolent god-king used almost all his strength to scream the second half of the sentence hysterically.
"It is definitely an existence that transcends our dimension!"
Upon hearing these words, the last glimmer of hope in the heart of the evil god king was completely extinguished by a bucket of ice water.
Dimensional transcendence.
This is a terrifying concept that exists only in the oldest and most secret texts of the divine realm; even these god-kings only listen to it as an ethereal myth.
When the power level of a life form far exceeds the limits that the current world rules can accommodate, its every move will become a dimensional reduction attack.
Faced with that indescribable, terrifying existence, these self-proclaimed god-kings were like figures in a painting encountering the creator holding the paintbrush.
The other party didn't need to use any profound techniques; they only needed to pick up an eraser and wipe them off completely from the universe.
The evil god king felt a loud buzzing in his head, and then his whole body collapsed like mud onto the cracked floor.
His proud evil laws appeared so ridiculous and absurd in the face of that absolute violence.
If even the God of Destruction, who rules over destruction and possesses the strongest destructive power, cannot withstand Qian Yu's casual strike, then what will he use to resist the reckoning that is about to come tomorrow?
On the other side of the main hall, at the edge of the ruins, a once vibrant green aura is withering and dimming at an alarming rate.
The goddess of life stared blankly at the pile of ruins and rubble of the Destruction Pillar.
Her eyes, which were always full of gentleness and love and had healed countless lives, were now completely unfocused, empty and lifeless.
As the wives of the God of Destruction, their primal essences had long been intertwined, sharing both glory and ruin.
The instant Qianyu severed the body of the God of Destruction, the Goddess of Life clearly felt her soul being violently torn apart by an invisible hand.
The excruciating pain of having half of her life essence forcibly drained caused her consciousness to go blank for several seconds.
She watched with her own eyes as her husband's majestic body crumbled and shattered in the water mirror, and watched with her own eyes as the divine pillar representing her husband's supreme authority collapsed into ruins before her very eyes.
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