"Do you think that by controlling the God Realm, you can arbitrarily determine right and wrong in the world?" Qian Yu lowered his gaze, looking at Tang San's single eye filled with despair and fear. "In the face of absolute truth, your proud schemes are nothing but a joke as insignificant as dust."
A hissing sound, like a broken bellows, escaped Tang San's throat. He wanted to retort, to curse, but his shattered jaw couldn't utter a single meaningful syllable. Mouthfuls of blood blocked his trachea, causing his entire body to turn an eerie purplish-blue.
In the vanguard formation not far away.
With her radiant golden hair, Qian Renxue held the Angelic Holy Sword, silently observing the scene. The divine armor she wore, which should have been dazzlingly bright, was now stained with the blood of many gods. Recalling the extreme pain of being skinned and dismembered by Tang San, and seeing Tang San now trampled underfoot by her mother like a dead dog, Qian Renxue's eyes gradually reddened, and her knuckles gripping the sword hilt turned slightly white from the force.
This is her mother, the peerless powerhouse who forever hangs high in the sky, mercilessly crushing all dark schemes and plots.
Meanwhile, deep within the divine realm above the nine heavens.
The few remaining suspended temples were shaking violently, and the surrounding spatial barriers were like shattered mirrors, constantly peeling away large chunks of void black holes.
The Evil God King and the Good God King stood side by side in front of the broken wall at the edge of the temple, staring intently at the divine water mirror below that reflected the scene of the white jade square.
Both of their bodies were trembling violently and uncontrollably.
The Evil God King's usually sinister and deep face was now deathly pale. His eyes twitched wildly as he looked at the horrific sight of Tang San's twin martial souls shattered and his divine core collapsing in the water mirror. Large beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead and splattered onto the temple floor.
"It's over...it's all over." The evil god-king muttered to himself, his voice filled with a deep despair.
The Kind Goddess was utterly exhausted; had she not been supporting herself against the jade pillar beside her, she would likely have collapsed to the ground. Looking at the otherworldly, moon-white figure reflected in the water mirror, she felt a chill creeping from the depths of her soul, instantly freezing all the divine power within her.
"Shura... he didn't even have a chance to fight back." The voice of the Kind God King trembled, and the divine halo around him flickered.
The evil god-king suddenly turned his head and looked at the hundreds of surviving gods gathered in the square behind him.
Those gods who once held high above, enjoying the offerings of the mortal realm, were now ashen-faced. The Water God, the Fire God, the God of Speed… their eyes were filled with horror and fear. Even their strongest warrior, the Asura God-King, had been easily crippled with a single kick after activating his explosive ring technique. What were these so-called gods compared to this woman who called herself "Sea Moon"?
The horrific scenes of yesterday flashed uncontrollably through the mind of the evil god king.
God of Destruction.
The hot-tempered God-King, who wielded the strongest destructive law in the divine realm, charged forward the moment Qian Yu declared war. And what happened? Qian Yu didn't even lift an eyelid; he simply kicked out from mid-air.
That one kick!
The God of Destruction's armor, renowned as the strongest defensive weapon in the divine realm, along with his prized divine essence and even the spatial barrier surrounding him, were instantly reduced to dust. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no fierce battle; it was a clean and swift annihilation.
The God of Destruction didn't even last a single move, and before he could leave a single last word, he was completely erased from existence in this universe.
"We can't wait any longer." The evil god-king bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to calm down.
The benevolent god-king stared at him in astonishment.
"If we wait until she raises her head to look at the divine realm, we won't even have a chance to beg for mercy!" A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the evil god-king. He abruptly turned around and shouted to all the remaining gods, "Everyone, put away your weapons! Remove your divine armor! Follow me to the mortal realm!"
The gods exchanged bewildered glances, but soon, a powerful will to survive overwhelmed all pretense of divine dignity. A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out as hundreds of deities disarmed themselves, their divine radiance dissipating.
Dignity? Face?
Faced with absolute power capable of kicking the God of Destruction to death with a single kick and crushing the Asura Blood Sword with two fingers, face is less than dog shit on the ground. Simply surviving is an incredible luxury.
At Jialing Pass, the million-strong God-Slaying Alliance was still celebrating.
Suddenly, a deep, muffled rumble came from the heavens above.
The thick clouds were forcibly torn apart by an immense force. Dazzling golden and black divine light intertwined, transforming into a massive pillar of light that pierced straight through the heavens and earth, descending towards the white jade plaza.
"All troops, prepare for alert!"
From the left wing, Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty, clad in a dragon robe, roared. She abruptly raised her hand, and a massive, azure-blue orb rapidly condensed in her palm. Countless Tang cavalry immediately tightened their reins, their spears pointing diagonally to the sky, their chilling aura reaching the heavens.
On the right flank, Bibi Dong slammed her scepter heavily on the ground, and the dark purple Rakshasa divine power surged as if it were tangible. Tens of thousands of Spirit Hall Soul Masters simultaneously released their Martial Souls, and the multicolored Soul Rings instantly illuminated the entire battlefield.
Everyone thought that the divine realm was about to launch its final all-out attack.
Qian Yu remained standing with his foot on Tang San, not even raising his head. His moon-white eyes were as still as a deep well, as if what had descended upon him was not an army of gods, but a swarm of insignificant insects.
The beam of light suddenly dissipated at the front of the White Jade Plaza.
Hundreds of figures radiating divine power appeared. Leading them were the Evil God King and the Benevolent God King.
The allied soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, preparing for a fierce battle. Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, watching from the screen, also stopped laughing, their expressions grave as they stared at the suddenly appearing gods.
However.
To everyone's surprise.
After the gods landed, they didn't adopt any fighting stance.
The evil god-king took a step forward, but his legs suddenly gave way.
"thump!"
A sharp yet muffled thud of a knee striking another bone suddenly broke the silence of the square.
This supreme god-king, who had ruled the divine realm for countless years, suddenly knelt down without warning. His proud head slammed heavily onto the white jade floor tiles, displaying utter humility.
The benevolent god-king followed closely behind, lifting his magnificent divine robe, and also knelt down on both knees, pressing his smooth forehead to the ground.
Next came the hundreds of deities behind them.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Like dominoes falling, hundreds of gods knelt down in unison. The once high and mighty gods were now like prisoners whose spines had been removed, prostrate on the ground, trembling.
"Lord Qianyu, please stop! We, the Gods, are willing to surrender!"
The evil god-king shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice even carrying an extremely obvious sob.
The benevolent god-king also shouted loudly, "We are willing to give up all our divine positions to resist. We beg you to show mercy and spare our lives!"
Hundreds of deities cried out in unison, "The divine realm is willing to surrender! We beg you to spare our lives!"
A tremendous sound echoed across the square.
The million-strong allied army of gods was utterly dumbfounded. Countless soldiers stood with their weapons raised, mouths agape, staring at this utterly absurd scene. The orb of light in Wu Zetian's hand flickered a few times before slowly dissipating. Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, watching these gods, whom she used to look up to, now kowtowing and begging for mercy like the most lowly slaves.
The barrage of comments on the live stream screen paused briefly, before erupting into a barrage ten times more frenzied than before.
"The God King knelt down! I can't believe my eyes!"
"Is this the backbone of the divine realm? That's hilarious!"
"Lady Haiyue is invincible! Even the God King has to grovel like a dog!"
Lying at the bottom of the pit, Tang San heard that familiar voice begging for mercy, and his only remaining eye struggled to roll upwards. When he finally saw the two great god-kings, Evil and Good, kneeling at the front through the hem of Qian Yu's skirt, he couldn't catch his breath and spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh.
That was the realm of gods that he had climbed to after exhausting his entire life's efforts!
That was the temple of gods that he thought he could rule forever, that was high and mighty!
Now, these gods whom he regarded as colleagues, and even whom he secretly trampled underfoot, actually knelt down before this woman who had crippled him without hesitation and begged for mercy!
Tang San's mangled body convulsed violently, emitting a mournful wail like that of a dying beast. He stared intently at the Evil God King, seemingly wanting to question why he had surrendered. But the Evil God King didn't even glance at him, only continuing to kowtow to the ground, as if afraid that Qian Yu might turn him into a pile of mangled flesh if she was displeased.
As Qianyu listened to the gods' pleas for mercy, a faint smile finally appeared on her exquisite face.
That smile held no warmth, only condescending pity and disdain.
"You guys are a bit smarter than this piece of trash," Qian Yu said calmly.
After saying that, Qianyu slowly withdrew her right foot from Tang San's chest.
Before Tang San could even catch his breath...
Chiyu swept her right leg to the side with utter casualness.
The instep struck Tang San's waist solidly, as if kicking away a tattered rag blocking his path.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
Tang San's mud-like body flew sideways across the ground. The white jade tiles shattered under his impact, carving a deep trench tens of meters long. Blackish-red blood splattered all along the way.
Finally, Tang San's body crashed heavily into a broken dragon-carved stone pillar in the distance. The pillar trembled violently, and large chunks of rubble fell down, burying most of his body in the ruins.
Only one blood-stained arm was exposed, still twitching unconsciously.
Qianyu didn't spare even a glance for that utterly ruined hypocrite. She turned around, her moon-white eyes silently gazing at the group of gods kneeling before her.
The evil god-king and the benevolent god-king felt that gaze fall upon them, and cold sweat instantly soaked through their clothes. They held their breath, not daring to even exhale, awaiting the final verdict.
"Surrender? Fine."
Qianyu's cold voice echoed in the empty square, like a divine decree from the heavens, carrying an absolute will that could not be refuted.
The two god-kings' tense bodies suddenly relaxed, and they exhaled a long breath. As long as they could live, anything was fine.
However, Qianyu's next words made their hearts, which had just settled back into their stomachs, jump into their throats again.
"But from today onwards, there will no longer be any lofty divine realm in this universe." Qian Yu took a step forward and walked slowly, each step creating a lotus flower, with crystal-clear glass lotus flowers blooming at her toes.
"This place shall be renamed the Jixia Divine Realm."
Qianyu stopped less than three feet in front of the two God-Kings, her gaze sweeping over their horrified faces.
"As for you..." Qianyu's tone revealed an undisguised contempt, "Since you have enjoyed the offerings of countless years, yet all you know is how to play power games and form cliques, then from now on, all of you will have to start as menial servants."
These words were spoken.
The several second-level deities kneeling behind suddenly raised their heads, their eyes filled with resentment. They were noble gods who controlled the elements of heaven and earth; how could they be reduced to menial servants at the beck and call of others?
A slightly short-tempered Vulcan opened his mouth, about to say something.
Qianyu didn't even turn her head, but simply waved her right hand casually.
A moon-white spatial blade instantly ripped through the sky.
"Pfft!"
The head of the fire god flew directly into the air, its face still bearing a look of astonishment. A stream of golden divine blood gushed from its headless cavity, and then its massive body fell straight down, its soul instantly shredded into nothingness by the laws of space.
The entire room fell silent.
The evil god king was so frightened that he immediately banged his head against the ground repeatedly, the sound so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire square.
"We obey the Lord's decree!" the evil god-king roared. "It is our greatest honor to sweep the floor and serve tea for the Jixia Divine Realm!"
The benevolent god-king disregarded all decorum and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "We will obey Your Majesty's decree! We will certainly do our best to fulfill our duties!"
Seeing their companions instantly killed, and seeing even the God-King take the lead in expressing his support, the remaining gods dared not even entertain the slightest thought of resistance. They uniformly kowtowed their heads to the ground, their voices ringing out with extreme fear.
"I will obey the Lord's decree!!!"
The scene of hundreds of gods receiving their servant status in unison was visually striking. The allied soldiers below were thrilled, and Qian Renxue even sheathed her sword, her eyes filled with exhilaration.
Qianyu quietly watched these old gods who had completely submitted, without uttering another word.
She lightly raised her delicate hand, then suddenly swung her large hand in mid-air.
An enormous, crystal-clear, illusory crescent moon rose up behind her in an instant, soaring straight into the sky.
The crescent moon emanated boundless power of spatial laws. Invisible fluctuations of rules swept outwards like a tsunami, directly plunging into the shattered ancient realm of gods.
Above the sky, the blood-red clouds that originally represented the carnage of Asuras and the dark purple thunderstorms that represented destruction were instantly melted away like snow under the blazing sun, washed away by the pure moonlight.
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