The arm that had been raised with great difficulty fell limply back down.
The left cheekbone shattered instantly from the massive impact, with bone fragments piercing through the skin and exposed to the air.
Dark red blood mixed with snot and tears dripped down his severely deformed chin.
Qianyu slowly withdrew her left hand and casually moved her wrist.
Without even glancing at Tang San's horribly disfigured face, Qian Yu spoke calmly as if stating a trivial fact.
"This slap is to teach you a lesson for your arrogance."
Haiyue's condescending gaze fell on Tang San's tattered divine armor, her eyes filled with mockery.
"Do you really think that those petty tricks and hidden weapons can fool the whole world?"
"Do you really think that as long as you put on the cloak of a god-king, you can wash away the baseness and double standards in your bones?"
"They talk about justice and morality all the time, but all they do are dirty and despicable things. In my eyes, their laughable hypocrisy is not even as good as the mud in a stinking ditch."
Every word is piercing, every sentence cuts to the bone.
Every word Qianyu uttered felt like peeling off Tang San's face and stomping on it.
The edge of the ruins of the Divine Realm Council Hall in the distance.
The group of gods who had narrowly escaped the calamity and were barely surviving behind the ruins were now completely terrified by the scene before them.
These gods, who usually held themselves high above and regarded mortals as worthless, stared wide-eyed, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The God of Cookery clutched a dull wok tightly in his hand, his legs went weak as noodles, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
The Nine-Colored Goddess covered her mouth tightly, barely daring to breathe, for fear of attracting the attention of the demon god in mid-air.
The seven original sin gods, who were usually arrogant and domineering, were terrified.
The god of greed lay hidden behind a pile of rubble, his eyes almost bulging out, muttering incoherently.
"How could this be... It's impossible..."
The god of pride bit his lip until it bled, his mental defenses crumbling at that moment.
That's the Asura God King!
A supreme deity who controls the entire central hub of the divine realm, possesses the power of life and death, and represents absolute slaughter and supreme judgment!
In the minds of the gods, the God-King is an invincible being.
But now.
This supreme god-king was actually being held like a chick by a mortal. In front of a million soldiers, and on the broadcast screens of the entire continent, he was being slapped like a son!
The double devastation, both visually and psychologically, shattered the values that the gods had upheld for millennia.
The god of sloth was so frightened that he wet himself. A foul, fishy stench spread among the gods, but no one dared to utter a sound of laughter.
The once invincible pillar in the hearts of the gods was now more miserable than a wild dog with a broken spine.
In mid-air.
Qianyu completely ignored those ant-like gods in the distance.
Looking coldly at Tang San, who was still unconsciously twitching in her hand and trying to open his mouth to say something, Qian Yu raised her left hand high again.
"Smack!"
A powerful slap landed squarely on Tang San's face.
"Smack!"
He then delivered another dull slap across the face.
Qianyu showed no sign of stopping, using both hands to relentlessly beat the mighty Asura God King while he was suspended in mid-air.
The crisp sound of slaps was like the most intense firecrackers on New Year's Eve, exploding continuously in the sky above the ruins of the divine realm.
*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!*
The rhythm was extremely fast, and the force was immense. Every slap landed squarely on flesh.
With each slap, Tang San's already disfigured face would contort even more severely.
Blood, bits of flesh, and broken teeth mingled together, creating horrifying sprays of blood mist in the air.
Tang San's head was like a rattle drum being shaken wildly by a child, being whipped around wildly from side to side in Qian Yu's hands.
The Asura God Armor, already riddled with cracks, finally reached its end under the continuous and terrifying shocks.
With a piercing metallic cracking sound, the dark red divine armor turned into countless pieces of scrap metal, peeling off Tang San's body and crashing to the ground with a clatter.
The so-called dignity of the god-king.
The so-called glory of the Tang Clan.
Before this relentless and humiliating barrage of slaps, they were all utterly crushed into dust.
Among the large army below.
Bibi Dong gazed quietly at the scene in the sky, a joyful smile blooming on her exquisite face.
Reaching out to tidy the stray purple hairs that had been ruffled by the wind, Bibi Dong spoke in a clear voice.
"This kid relies on his luck and has always been a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. Haiyue's ambidextrous attack was extremely well done."
Wu Zetian leaned against the edge of the bronze chariot, her jade fingers casually tapping the shaft.
"The way to deal with such hypocrites who spout benevolence and morality is not to give them any dignified death. To trample their most cherished dignity into the mud and rub it into the ground, to ruin their reputation in front of the whole world, is more painful than killing them outright."
Mulan even slung her heavy sword over her shoulder and whistled loudly.
"That was such a satisfying father! Now look how that grandson will ever face anyone again!"
At this moment, Tang San was completely disoriented from the beating.
The relentless slaps, imbued with the spatial folding power of the moon, pierced directly through the hard skull, striking the consciousness again and again.
My mind was completely blank.
All the thinking and counterattacks were completely drained away.
All that remained was an endless buzzing sound echoing wildly in my ears, and the whole world was spinning violently.
The once-proud Purple Demon Eyes were now swollen like two enormous purple peaches, unable to open even a slit, with only a blurry blood-red vision remaining.
The Xuan Tian Gong internal energy, which he was so proud of, completely spiraled out of control under this terrifying shock. The internal energy surged wildly through his damaged meridians, tearing the already broken meridians to shreds.
Tang San's hands hung lifelessly at his sides like two cooked noodles.
The fingernails of all ten fingers had already been torn off during the struggle, leaving them bleeding profusely.
I felt extremely resentful.
Originally, I was planning to launch the Buddha's Wrath Lotus at close range when Qianyu was careless, or to use the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles to riddle the opponent with holes.
As long as they can break the skin even slightly, they are confident they can use Tang Clan's deadly poison to turn the tables and kill the enemy.
But now.
Under the barrage of slaps, and before the overwhelming spatial power.
Tang San couldn't even muster the strength to move a finger.
He couldn't even activate the storage soul tool by activating his divine sense.
Those divine hidden weapons, which were treasured and capable of slaying gods and demons, could only lie quietly in the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, becoming a pile of useless scrap metal.
All the trump cards they were so proud of were not even given a chance to be played at this moment.
"Smack!"
Another heavy slap, so dull it was almost unbearable.
Qianyu noticeably increased the pressure on her hand.
The final blow landed squarely on Tang San's chin.
The crisp cracking sound rang out again. Tang San's jawbone was completely shattered, his chin drooping limply in front of his chest, and he couldn't even close his mouth.
Thick, fresh blood mixed with saliva dripped down, pooling on the white jade floor tiles.
Qianyu finally stopped what she was doing.
Looking at the lump of rotten flesh in her hand, whose facial features were almost completely unrecognizable, Qianyu's eyes flashed with extreme disgust.
Then.
Just like throwing away a bag of foul-smelling garbage, Qian Yu casually tossed Tang San's massive body into a huge white jade pillar in the distance.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
Tang San's broken body crashed heavily into the thick white jade pillar like a cannonball.
The surface of the incredibly hard stone pillar instantly cracked, with large, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.
Countless pebbles fell down with a rustling sound.
Tang San's body bounced off the stone pillar, then slid down the pillar like a lump of mud to the ground.
Extremely glaring and wide dark red bloodstains were left on the pristine white stone surface.
This once invincible body lies silently in the ruins, motionless.
Countless bones in his body had been broken, his limbs were in an extremely twisted position, and only his chest was still rising and falling very weakly.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Whether it was the million-strong God-Slaying Alliance lined up below, or the remaining gods in the distance who had long been terrified, they all involuntarily held their breath at this moment.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to stop at that moment.
Everyone looked up at the spotless, moon-white figure in mid-air with eyes that held deep reverence.
Qianyu stood quietly in the void.
Slowly raising her left hand, a spotless white handkerchief appeared out of thin air in her palm.
He wiped the finger that had just been slapped countless times with extreme care.
Every gap between my fingers was wiped clean.
The wiping motion was as if the person had just touched something extremely filthy and disgusting.
After wiping, Qianyu casually tossed the handkerchief into the air.
A cluster of serene blue, shimmering flames instantly emerged from her fingertips. The flames enveloped the handkerchief stained with the blood of the Asura God, and in the blink of an eye, it burned to ashes that drifted away in the wind.
Qianyu lowered her head slightly.
Her clear, moon-like eyes looked down at Tang San, who lay on the ground like a pile of mud.
His tone was so flat that it didn't even elicit a ripple.
"Is this all the power the mighty Asura God King has?"
Qianyu gently flicked off non-existent dust from her sleeve.
"Or is it that the Tang Clan's prized hidden weapons are only good for ambushing unsuspecting weaklings, and they don't even have the courage to pull them out in front of me?"
These words were like the last pinch of salt, ruthlessly rubbing into Tang San's already battered and bruised pride.
Upon hearing these words, Tang San, lying on the ground, convulsed violently.
From that completely rotten mouth came a series of indistinct, mournful cries.
That sound was more unpleasant and piercing than the chirping of an owl in the dead of winter. It was filled with despair, humiliation, and utter collapse.
The mournful cries echoed through the desolate ruins of the divine realm.
Thunderous laughter erupted once again from the army below.
Xiao Wu curled her lips in disgust.
"What a piece of trash. Back in Soto City, he acted all high and mighty, always talking about courting death. Now that he's met a true god, he doesn't dare utter a single word."
Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement.
"His skills are only good for bullying those who were genuinely kind to him. When he encounters a true master like Lord Haiyue, his underhanded weapons and schemes become a joke."
Qian Renxue looked at Tang San, who was wriggling on the ground like a maggot, and snorted coldly.
"Is this the result of scheming and plotting for so many years, even at the cost of sacrificing loved ones?"
Qian Renxue slowly raised the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Tang San on the ground.
"The entire divine realm has been thrown into chaos; today is the day for a thorough reckoning."
In mid-air, Qianyu didn't even glance at Tang San again.
With her jade-like feet gently stepping onto a crystal lotus that appeared out of thin air, Qianyu slowly descended towards the ground.
As the moon-white figure descended, the raging spatial storm around them instantly subsided.
Even the originally dark and blood-red sky of the divine realm gradually became clear and bright because of the cool moonlight emanating from it.
With each step Qianyu took, the remaining deities in the distance would be frightened and take a step back.
No one dared to look directly into those eyes.
In the eyes of the gods, this man was ten thousand times more terrifying than the Asura God King.
Qianyu's toes landed steadily on the white jade floor tiles.
They were less than ten steps away from Tang San.
Upon hearing the crisp footsteps, Tang San's entire body trembled violently again, uncontrollably.
The broken divine body desperately tried to crawl backward, wanting to get away from this demon-like man.
But all four limbs were broken.
Each movement left a long, shocking trail of blood on the ground.
Qianyu watched the dying struggle on the ground in silence, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery.
"Stop climbing."
Qianyu spoke softly, interrupting the ridiculous escape attempt.
"That 'Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon' thing, isn't there a lot of junk in there?"
Turning her head to look at Tang San's storage jade belt stained with blood, Qian Yu spoke casually.
"How about we give it a chance to take it out and try it? Let's see if that Buddha's Wrath Lotus can break through my thin sleeve?"
His swollen eyes were fixed on the pale white sleeve.
Tang San knew very well that the other party was trampling on his last shred of dignity in the most cruel way.
The Tang Clan's prized martial arts techniques are nothing but a huge joke in front of this man.
Despair overwhelmed the shattered divine consciousness like a tidal wave.
Tang San opened his chinless, rotten mouth, seemingly wanting to beg for mercy, yet also seemingly wanting to curse.
But in the end, only a pool of murky blood foam was squeezed out of his throat.
The once arrogant Asura God King was utterly shattered by a few slaps, losing even the last shred of his spirit.
Tang San on the ground was still spitting out turbid blood foam.
Within that body, almost completely rotten into a pulp, life was slowly ebbing away.
Everything around was extremely quiet.
All eyes were focused on this once invincible Asura God King.
Tang San's only remaining right eye was fixed intently on what lay ahead.
The faint struggle deep in his eyes suddenly ignited fiercely at this moment.
It was a kind of extreme madness that came from being driven to the brink of despair.
The relentless humiliation had completely shattered his self-esteem.
But he was unwilling to die like that.
Even if I have to die, I absolutely cannot let this person in front of me get away with it!
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