"You bunch of damned bastards, shut up!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and the skin at the corners of his eyes cracked open, oozing out a trace of dark red divine blood.
Rage had completely destroyed his remaining rationality. Tang San now had only one thought in his mind: to immediately crush the arrogant Qian Yu in front of him into a pile of mud, and then to chop all the ants below who dared to watch the show into minced meat.
As Tang San's emotions spiraled out of control, the churning crimson clouds in the sky became even more violent. Countless bolts of red and black lightning, as thick as buckets, danced wildly within the clouds, turning the entire ruined realm of the gods into a scene of purgatory.
Xiao Wu stood at the edge of the pit, one hand on her hip, chin raised, pointing at Tang San in the sky and continuing to hurl insults.
"Why are you yelling so loudly! Trying to see who can shout the loudest! If you can't beat them, hide and change into red clothes, but now you're out barking like a madman. Tang San, even if you shout until your voice is hoarse, you're going to die here today!"
Qian Renxue raised the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand without any hesitation, the golden tip of the sword pointing straight at Tang San's face.
"What can a spineless stray dog do besides bark? Father, stop wasting words with this scoundrel, just dig out his Asura Godhead and crush it to pieces!"
Upon hearing the shouts of the two female leaders, the soldiers of the God-Slaying Alliance below raised their weapons and roared deafeningly, completely disregarding the ferocious Asura God King in the sky.
These two sentences, along with the shouts from the crowd, became the final straw that broke Tang San's mental defenses.
Tang San let out a tearing roar, causing large sections of space within a radius of hundreds of feet to shatter. Black, void-like spatial rifts spread wildly in all directions like a spider web, devouring all light in the surrounding area.
"Qianyu, you forced me to do this!"
Tang San gripped the brand-new Asura Demon Sword tightly with both hands. On the blade, the viscous, magma-like killing flames suddenly surged, their light shooting straight into the sky.
Without hesitation, he poured all the essence of the Asura Blood Pool that he had just fused with into the demonic sword. This was a high-stakes gamble concerning the dignity of a god, and also his ultimate means of venting the endless hatred in his heart. Under the pull of this terrifying power, the remaining walls of the entire Asura Temple instantly turned into dust.
"Asura Judgment!"
With Tang San's hysterical roar, the world suddenly changed color.
Tang San suddenly swung his arms, brandishing the Shura Demon Sword, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds. A blood-red sword beam, ten thousand feet long, shot out from the sword, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying the world. It directly tore through the incomparably solid spatial barrier of the God Realm and slashed straight towards Qian Yu's head.
This strike was imbued with all of Tang San's divine power and hatred.
Wherever the sword's edge passed, the space along its path had no chance to heal, instantly transforming into an absolute void hundreds of feet wide. The extremely chilling killing intent froze the entire sky, even the wind stopped flowing, and time seemed to slow down in the face of this destructive sword strike.
The oppressive force that struck straight to the soul far exceeded the limits of what the people of Douluo Continent could comprehend. Even if a hundred level-100 god-level experts were tied together, they would be instantly crushed into nothingness by this sword energy.
The previously high spirits in the formation of a million-strong army below were instantly suppressed to the extreme.
The warhorse, sensing impending doom, neighed mournfully, its limbs going weak as it collapsed to its knees on the white jade bricks. Large numbers of Tang Dynasty cavalry soldiers were forced to cough up blood by the overwhelming pressure of the swords, their legs trembling violently, unable even to grip their spears.
Wu Zetian stood on the bronze chariot, her expression finally changing. The Empress's beautiful eyes were fixed on the ten-thousand-foot-long sword beam that cleaved the sky.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Zetian immediately unleashed the immense imperial soul power within her to its fullest extent. The bronze chariot erupted with a dazzling golden light, transforming into a massive golden shield that fiercely protected the Tang Dynasty soldiers' formation behind it.
Bibi Dong also abandoned her previous elegant posture of adjusting her robes, and the purplish-black carapace of the Death Spider King quickly covered her entire body. She expanded the range of the Death Domain to its maximum limit, and the poisonous mist condensed in mid-air into layers of thick defensive nets.
Hua Mulan kicked aside the rubble at her feet and gripped the heavy sword, wider than a door, tightly in both hands. She stared intently at the descending streak of blood in the sky, her muscles taut to the limit, ready to unleash the Azure Slash at any moment to meet this divine power head-on.
Ning Rongrong bit her lip until it bled, and a trickle of blood flowed down her cheek. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun wildly above her head, recklessly channeling all its amplification attributes into the defensive barriers of the main force in front of her, even at the cost of overdrawing its soul power.
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao were also covered in sweat. Holding hands, they jointly unleashed their strongest magical barrier. The pale blue water curtain and the pink meteor shield intertwined, but before the sword light had even completely fallen, the surface of the barrier already emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
The six golden angel wings behind Qian Renxue instantly unfolded completely, and holy flames soared into the sky.
Qian Renxue's eyes were fixed on the moon-white figure of her father in mid-air. Her palms, gripping the sword hilt, were covered in cold sweat, and her breathing was rapid. If Qian Yu showed even the slightest sign of being unable to withstand the attack, she would absolutely risk her life to rush forward and block the sword.
At this moment, not only the God-Slaying Alliance below, which was on high alert, was also feeling the pressure of a formidable enemy.
In those inconspicuous corners of the ruins of the divine realm, in the shadows of those piles of broken walls, lurks dozens of surviving deities who have been lucky enough to escape with their lives.
These once high and mighty Celestial Hunters and Second-Level Gods were all terrified by Qian Yu's previous thunderous methods, and could only hide like rats in the sewers, not daring to utter a sound.
But now, seeing Tang San transform into the True Asura God King and unleash this earth-shattering, awe-inspiring move, the eyes of these remaining gods are once again ablaze with fervent anticipation.
All the gods held their breath, staring intently at the battle in the sky, hoping that Tang San could create a miracle.
In their eyes, this ultimate strike, condensing tens of thousands of years of Asura power from the God Realm, was absolutely unstoppable. As long as this sword could cleave the arrogant Qian Yu into ashes, the God Realm's rule could continue. They, these stray dogs, could then crawl out of the ruins and once again become gods who ruled over all living beings on the Douluo Continent.
Under the crimson light of the ten-thousand-foot-long blood-red sword beam, Tang San's ferocious face in mid-air appeared particularly terrifying.
Tang San could clearly foresee Qian Yu's miserable fate under the supreme God King Law: her flesh would crumble inch by inch, her bones would shatter, and her soul would be burned to ashes by karmic fire.
The thrill of avenging a great grudge sent shivers of excitement through every cell of Tang San's body. He was even prepared to torture the women who dared to mock him with the cruelest methods after Qian Yu's death.
However, Chiyu, who was at the very center of this destructive storm, reacted in a way that completely surprised everyone present.
Faced with a world-destroying blow that could cleave an entire planet in two, Qian Yu not only showed no intention of retreating or dodging, but also did not even activate the most basic protective divine light.
Qianyu stood quietly with her hands behind her back on the swaying glass lotus flower, tilting her head slightly to look at the rapidly approaching crimson sword light.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The scene before Qianyu's eyes slowed down dramatically. The overwhelming Asura blood energy and the terrifying power that tore through space seemed far too crude and complex to Haiyue's power system.
In Qianyu's eyes, Tang San's all-out sword strike was like a three-year-old child picking up a broken twig and wildly waving it around in front of him.
Not only does it pose no real threat, but it is also quite boring.
"This kind of circus act deserves to be called a trial?"
Qianyu's lips moved slightly, and she uttered a comment that only she could hear in a calm tone.
Faced with this deadly move that embodied Tang San's lifelong cultivation and all his strength, Qian Yu casually opened his mouth and, in front of a million-strong army and all the gods present, let out a long yawn without any attempt to hide it.
The movement was so natural. It was like someone who had just woken up in the morning, feeling the sunlight streaming in through the window was a bit too bright, and lazily stretched their body.
Tang San, who was in mid-air, saw this scene and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
How is that possible!
Under the absolute pressure of the True Asura God King, how could this mortal ant possibly make such a casual move! He should be pinned down in mid-air by the sword right now, making it extremely difficult for him to even move a finger!
After making that extremely perfunctory yawn, Qianyu slowly raised her right hand.
Qianyu's movements were incredibly slow, without any fancy afterimages or earth-shattering energy fluctuations. It even gave the impression that he wasn't facing a powerful enemy, but rather reaching for a ripe fruit from a tree in his own yard.
The wide, moon-white sleeves slid down her arms, revealing a section of her fair and slender wrist.
A crimson sword beam, ten thousand feet long, crashed down with overwhelming force. The blade was less than half a foot away from Qian Yu's head.
The violent sword energy had completely pulverized the space within ten feet of Qianyu. The intense wind pressure caused large pieces of the paving stones on the white jade plaza below to fly up.
Qian Renxue's heart leaped into her throat as she cried out her father's name. Ning Rongrong was so anxious that tears were about to fall as she desperately channeled the light of the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda towards Qian Yu.
The remaining gods in the corners of the ruins had even grinned, ready to erupt in cheers celebrating their victory.
At this critical moment.
Qianyu's slowly raised right hand met the terrifying sword light that was powerful enough to tear apart an entire continent with extreme precision.
He didn't use any profound magic or form any hand seals. He simply brought his index and middle fingers together slightly and gently pinched them towards the sky-covering, blood-red pillar of light.
"bite--"
A clear, long sound, like the striking of fine jade, instantly drowned out all the howling winds and thunderous roars on the battlefield.
The sound, though not loud, reached the ears of everyone present with crystal clarity, striking straight to the depths of their souls.
Time stood still at that moment.
The collapsing space around them stopped spreading, and the blood-red clouds in the sky ceased churning.
Even the cruel and manic expression of triumph on Tang San's face froze in that instant.
The ten-thousand-foot-long Asura sword beam, powerful enough to cleave the continent and imbued with the full power and fury of the Asura God King, was actually firmly held between Qian Yu's two fingers.
The crimson light illuminated the entire ruins of the divine realm, turning them a deep red. The ten-thousand-foot-long Asura sword beam abruptly stopped in mid-air.
There was no earth-shattering energy collision, nor any deafening explosion.
Only two slender, pale fingers rested firmly on either side of the broad, blood-red blade. No matter how the viscous, murderous flames churned on the sword, they couldn't cross even an inch of those two fingers.
Time stood still, and the storm subsided.
Tang San stared intently at the two fingers that were so close to him.
His eyes, bulging outwards from excessive bloodshotness, were covered with crisscrossing red veins. The cruel and maniacal laugh that had been playing on his face, which was covered with dark red demonic patterns, froze instantly.
The muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably.
How is this possible?!
These five words echoed wildly in Tang San's mind like a thunderclap, shattering his newly rebuilt confidence as a God King.
This was a supreme strike unleashed by sacrificing the entire Asura Blood Pool and gathering tens of thousands of years of accumulated power from the God Realm. This power was enough to cleave the entire Douluo Continent in two.
The mortal opposite didn't even activate his protective divine light; he just pinched it with two fingers.
Extreme terror surged up Tang San's spine, instantly engulfing his entire body. He could clearly feel his hands gripping the sword hilt trembling violently.
"Get down!"
The veins on Tang San's forehead bulged out one by one, like venomous snakes coiled under his skin.
He desperately mobilized all the remaining divine power within his body. The Asura Godhead in his dantian operated wildly, squeezing out the last bit of primal power and pouring it all into the Asura Demon Sword through his arms.
The crimson eye on the chest armor burst forth with a blinding blood-red light.
Tang San leaned forward, putting all his weight on the sword hilt, attempting to use brute force to press down on the demonic sword.
Driven by divine power, the ten-thousand-foot-long sword beam emitted a series of ear-piercing sword cries. The space around the blade was completely distorted by this force, producing a series of muffled explosions.
But it was completely useless.
Those two slender, white fingers gripping the sword were like Mount Buzhou, which had stood there since the beginning of time. No matter how hard Tang San exerted his strength or how desperately he pressed down, those fingers remained completely still.
Even Qianyu's wide, moon-white sleeves did not wrinkle in the slightest due to this immense power.
Below, in the God-Slaying Alliance formation, everyone was looking up at this scene.
Wu Zetian loosened her grip on the edge of the bronze chariot, dispersing the massive golden shield before her. A look of astonishment flashed in the Empress's beautiful eyes as she exhaled a long breath.
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