This kind of attack, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, was extremely terrifying.
Even the remnant soul of the Asura God, who had seen countless great things, was so frightened by this scene that it fled frantically into the depths of the secret realm.
This remnant soul feared being completely engulfed and annihilated by the out-of-control power of the God-King.
Tang San stared at the shocking spatial shattering net in the sky, listening to the deafening thunderous roar that sounded like the end of the world.
He put his hands behind his back with great satisfaction, and the Asura God Armor flashed a dazzling red light in the raging energy turbulence.
This is true invincible power.
This is the ultimate form of Tang San, the ruler who reigns supreme over the world.
Tang San thought he was capable.
He was completely lost in this expanding power that could destroy an entire dimension at will, unable to extricate himself.
He was absolutely certain that he was now the undisputed supreme fighter in the entire Douluo Universe.
Even if that madman from the lower realm named Qianyu possessed some strange and evil methods, he would be utterly reduced to ashes before this divine-level Guanyin's Tears.
Even if what that senile remnant soul said is true, and Qianyu really did have incredible luck in killing the God of Destruction.
That could never stop his invincible wrath of retribution, which combined the pinnacle wisdom of two lifetimes with the essence of a god-king.
The overwhelming sense of power made him not want to stay in this dark, desolate secret realm filled with the smell of decay for even a second longer.
He is now eager to tear through the void and seek revenge.
He was about to descend upon Jialing Pass of Douluo Continent in his invincible form as the Asura God King.
He wanted to announce Tang San's triumphant return to all the fools in the world who had betrayed and looked down on him.
He was determined to reclaim all the honor and power that belonged to him by any means necessary.
Whether it was the dignity of the Sea God cruelly trampled by Qian Yu, or the supreme rule of the Tang Sect that he painstakingly built in Douluo Continent.
All obstacles will be completely cut in two by the Asura Demon Sword in his hand.
Tang San suddenly raised his proud head, his long, blood-red hair flying wildly backward in the gale.
He gripped the barbed hilt of the Asura Demon Sword tightly with his other hand.
The sharp blade pointed directly at the space dome ahead, which was covered with countless cracks and looked like it was about to collapse.
The dark red Asura divine light emanating from his body rose up like a colossal pillar of light reaching the heavens and the earth.
The sky over Douluo Continent has been completely replaced by the thick darkness of night.
The stars in the sky are faintly visible through the clouds, like eyes looking down on the earth.
The night wind howled across the towering walls of Jialing Pass, swirling up the few remaining fallen leaves on the walls.
This ancient plain had just been washed over by divine power, and the violent aftershocks of the laws still lingered in the air.
But the vast plain outside Jialing Pass was now a scene of bright lights.
Night falls on the Douluo Continent.
The camps of the army that attacked the heavens stretched endlessly, like a white ocean, extending to the horizon.
Countless campfires blazed in the camp, their orange-red flames illuminating the war-torn land as bright as day.
Having experienced the earth-shattering divine battle that shook the entire world during the day, the army that fought against the heavens has now rested and recuperated.
Each tent was marked with a flag representing its respective sect and legion.
The flags fluttered in the night wind, as if beating war drums for tomorrow's expedition.
Teams of fully armed soldiers patrolled back and forth within the camp.
Their armor reflected a chilling metallic luster in the firelight.
The soldiers marched in perfect unison, their footsteps making a deep, powerful sound that shattered the silence of the night.
No fear of the impending war against the gods could be seen on the faces of any of the soldiers.
Their eyes were bright and resolute.
Instead, an unprecedented fervor and confidence emerged.
The intense fighting spirit converged, forming an invisible torrent that surged straight into the sky.
Because they had all witnessed firsthand that invincible figure standing proudly between heaven and earth.
That peerless expert who shattered the thousand-foot-long world-destroying thunder dragon with just one palm strike.
As long as that person is there, they will not be afraid of anything, not even conquering the God Realm or flattening the entire universe.
At this moment, in the very heart of the central army camp, stood an extremely large and magnificent tent.
The top of the tent was inlaid with a large luminous pearl, which emitted a soft glow.
The camp was surrounded by a dense array of defensive formations, the patterns of which intertwined like living vines.
A faint, glassy sheen enveloped the entire tent, isolating it from all the noise of the outside world.
Qian Renxue, dressed in a magnificent golden gown, was slowly walking towards the main tent.
The hem of the skirt was embroidered with a pattern of six-winged angels in gold thread, which shimmered in the night.
Her long, radiant golden hair swayed gently in the night breeze, its strands shimmering with a faint, divine glow.
A serene and gentle light shone in his golden eyes.
The guards along the way stopped in their tracks when they saw Qian Renxue arrive.
They knelt down on one knee in unison, clenching their right fists and pounding them heavily on their chests.
The sound of deep, respectful salutes rang out in unison outside the tent.
Qian Renxue slightly raised her hand, indicating that they should dispense with the formalities.
She walked with graceful steps straight to the entrance of the main tent.
The two maids guarding the door immediately bowed.
They gently lifted the heavy curtains to both sides to welcome Qian Renxue in.
Qian Renxue strode into the tent.
The tents were luxuriously furnished and filled with an elegant ambiance, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the military camp outside.
The ground was covered with a whole, flawless, white pelt of a 100,000-year-old Ice and Snow Demon Bear, without a single blemish.
The surface is soft and slightly cool underfoot, which perfectly balances the sweltering heat of an early summer night.
In the center of the tent was a huge glass cloud-shaped couch.
This cloud-shaped couch is carved entirely from a single piece of the finest pure glass.
The cloud-like couch was bathed in a clear, moonlit glow, illuminating the surroundings in a dreamlike way.
Qianyu was leaning against the glass cloud couch at this moment.
He was wearing a spotless, moon-white, wide-sleeved robe.
The robe was made of neither silk nor brocade, but shimmered and shimmered, as if the moonlight from the night sky had been draped directly over the body.
The hem of her robes lay scattered casually on the cloud-shaped couch, like a cascade of mercury.
A faint, ethereal blue light surrounded him.
These lights flickered rhythmically with his breathing, subtly resonating with the laws of this world.
His long hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, giving him a somewhat lazy look.
Her entire demeanor was aloof and noble, like a celestial being descended from the heavens.
Inside the tent, Qianyu was enjoying a massage from Ning Rongrong and Xiaowu.
Xiao Wu stood behind the cloud couch.
She didn't wear her signature scorpion braid today; instead, she let her long, black hair fall loosely down her back.
She was wearing a pink, form-fitting long dress that accentuated her beautiful figure and exuded a youthful and lively vibe.
Xiao Wu stretched out her slender hands and placed them on Qian Yu's broad shoulders.
She gently massaged the acupoints on Qianyu's shoulders and neck with her fingertips.
Xiao Wu's technique is extremely professional; with each press, she can accurately locate the taut meridian.
A gentle wisp of soul power seeped into Qianyu's body through Xiaowu's fingertips.
This gentle force, like a spring breeze and rain, helped soothe his meridians.
Ning Rongrong was kneeling on the soft cushion on the side of the cloud couch.
The cushions are woven from extremely precious cloud silk and embroidered with the emblem of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
She wore a long, light blue dress, the hem of which spread out over white fur, like a blooming blue lotus.
Beside Ning Rongrong was a tray carved from the finest white jade.
The tray held a large bunch of crystal-clear grapes.
Each of these grapes is plump and round, exuding an enticing fruity aroma.
Seeing this heartwarming scene, Qian Renxue smiled gently.
She walked to the other side of the cloud couch and sat down gently.
Qian Yu slightly opened her eyes, her deep gaze falling on Qian Renxue.
His eyes, which were originally clear and cold like the moon, now held a hint of the kindness and gentleness of an elder.
Qianyu extended her right hand, her index finger slightly bent.
He gently flicked Qian Renxue's smooth, jade-like forehead.
Why don't you go and get some rest?
Qianyu's voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring striking jade.
"You're coming with me to the realm of gods tomorrow, so you can't be without energy."
Qian Renxue covered her forehead where she had been flicked and laughed sweetly.
The angelic heir who was so imposing and powerful outside had completely transformed into a docile daughter in front of Qianyu.
"My father is enjoying his retirement here, so naturally I had to come and see him."
Qian Renxue leaned against the edge of the cloud couch.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Feeling the incredibly reassuring aura emanating from Qianyu.
The tall, imposing figure who had shielded her from the sun during the day and severed the God of Destruction with a single sword strike now overlapped with the languid man before her.
With such an invincible father, she has nothing to worry about.
Xiao Wu's hands never stopped moving.
She gripped Qianyu's shoulders and leaned down slightly.
A faint, youthful fragrance wafted into Qianyu's nose.
Xiao Wu pinched Qian Yu's shoulders and asked sweetly, "Husband, are we really going to attack the God Realm tomorrow?"
Xiao Wu's voice is soft and sweet, with a touch of girlish charm.
Qianyu responded with a faint "yes".
"The words have already been spoken out in broad daylight in front of the entire continent."
"If those fools in the divine realm haven't washed their necks clean yet, I'll give them a hand tomorrow."
Qianyu's tone was very casual.
He picked up a handkerchief from the side and casually wiped his hands.
They completely disregarded this war, which was about to overturn the entire divine realm's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or structure of the divine realm).
It's like talking about a trivial, everyday matter.
Xiao Wu blinked her big, bright eyes, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she had remembered some rumor.
"I heard that Tang San became some kind of Asura God King over there."
When Xiao Wu mentioned this name, her tone carried an undisguised contempt and disgust.
"The latest news from the scouts is that a dark red pillar of light is shooting into the sky from the deepest part of the God Realm."
"We could vaguely sense that terrifying aura of slaughter even in the lower realms."
Xiao Wu pouted, and unconsciously increased the pressure on her hands, as if she was venting her anger towards Tang San on the massage.
"It is said that he not only inherited the position of the Asura God King in the Asura Secret Realm."
"He even went so far as to threaten to tear us all to pieces."
Xiao Wu leaned close to Qian Yu's ear and whispered the police report.
"He also specifically mentioned Sister Qian Renxue, saying that he would skin her alive and use extremely cruel methods."
Upon hearing this, a layer of frost immediately settled on Qian Renxue's exquisite face.
A chilling killing intent flashed in his golden eyes.
"Based on that hypocrite hiding in the gutter?"
Qian Renxue let out a cold laugh.
His voice was full of disdain for Tang San.
"Back then, he survived only by resorting to all sorts of underhanded schemes and poisoned hidden weapons."
Qian Renxue couldn't suppress her anger as she recalled the past events when Tang San had schemed against the Spirit Hall.
"They say one thing to your face and another behind your back, spouting righteousness and morality while doing all sorts of despicable things in secret."
Qian Renxue's fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
"Even if he were to become a god-king by sheer luck, it wouldn't change the baseness and cowardice in his bones."
Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at Qian Yu with a solemn expression.
"However, Father, Tang San now possesses the Asura Demon Sword, which is the supreme killing weapon of the God Realm."
"I heard he also triggered the Law of Slaughter, so we still need to be a little careful about his insidious methods."
Qianyu listened to her two daughters' conversation, but remained calm and composed.
Even upon hearing the term "Asura Demon Sword," a phrase that would terrify any ordinary Soul Master, his breathing rate remained unchanged in the slightest.
Qianyu scoffed, "Even if he becomes the creator god, he's still a clown in my eyes."
Qianyu slowly sat up straight, and the moon-white radiance around her suddenly spread outwards.
The air inside the tent instantly became incredibly pure, sweeping away all the killing intent and heat.
"I, Haiyue, have always acted as I pleased."
Qianyu raised one hand, her slender fingers making a loose clench in the air.
A miniature, crystal-clear moon slowly appeared in the palm of his hand.
This bright moon emitted a clear and cold light, and within it seemed that endless cosmic laws were at work.
"What Asura God King, what Twin Martial Souls that are only seen once in ten thousand years."
Qianyu toyed with the miniature moon in her hand, her eyes filled with disdain and condescension.
"It is nothing more than a speck of dust in this vast universe."
"He believed that his proud hidden weapon skills were invincible."
"And they still dare to shamelessly tear through the void and descend upon Jialing Pass."
Qianyu suddenly clenched her five fingers.
The miniature, crystal-clear moon instantly transformed into countless dazzling points of light, dissipating into the air like a meteor shower.
The crisp sound of shattering glass echoed within the tent.
"Then tomorrow I will personally crush everything he is so proud of."
"I will show him how ridiculous his petty tricks are in the face of absolute power."
Ning Rongrong's eyes almost sparkled as she listened to Qian Yu's domineering words.
Her bright, expressive eyes were filled with admiration and adoration.
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