Chapter 252 For the Order of the God Realm? No, it's because Bai Tangsan is afraid!
In the city squares of the underworld, cheers nearly lifted the entire sky at that moment.
Those who had been silenced by despair were completely released from their emotions the moment they saw the god of love vanish.
There was no sadness, no awe, only pure, long-suppressed pleasure.
"Dead! That arrogant god of love is dead!"
A Soul Master slammed his fist into the stone wall beside him, oblivious to the blood streaming from his broken palm, his face filled with wild joy.
"Well done! Is this the Xuanzi of the White World? He's completely different from that useless Xuanzi on our side! This is truly amazing! This kind of spirit to slay gods is simply terrifying!"
"You see, he doesn't take Cupid seriously at all."
Another middle-aged Soul Master pointed at the sky, his eyes unblinking.
"Two swords. With just two swords, he killed a high and mighty god, leaving not even ashes. This kind of power, this is the true strength of a warrior."
However, at the back of the crowd, those Soul Masters who had remained rational still had complex expressions.
"However, this time, things have gotten much worse." An old Soul Master lowered his voice, his tone filled with deep worry.
"Killing a god would be an absolutely outrageous act in the divine realm of that world."
"Will Tang San of this white world let this go? I think he'll make a move soon."
"Although Bai Xuanzi is powerful, can he really withstand the siege of the entire God Realm by himself?"
"Who cares?" a young man next to him retorted.
"At least for now, he killed that god of love, letting those gods who are usually high and mighty know that they are not invincible."
"As long as I can see this kind of scene, even if what follows is hell, I'll accept it."
Discussions rose and fell among the people; some were celebrating, some were worried, and some were examining the rules of this world.
In the shadows of Shrek Academy in the dark world, Hei Xuanzi looked at the sky, his body slumping backward uncontrollably.
The gourd in his hand had been completely smashed just moments before, shards embedded in his palm, and blood dripped onto the ground.
"How could this be... how is this possible..." He stared intently at Bai Xuanzi, who stood with his hands behind his back in the image, his teeth grinding together.
"That's a god! That's the goddess of love! Why did you kill her as easily as killing a chicken? Why didn't you even blink?"
The last bit of hope he had, the pride he relied on to maintain by believing that "Tang San can win," was shattered completely by this sword strike.
He is now both jealous and fearful.
He envied Bai Xuanzi's ability to wield his power so flamboyantly, but all he could do was envy. Hei Xuanzi had long understood that he would never be able to catch up with Bai Xuanzi in his lifetime.
A twisted light flickered in his gloomy eyes as he began to curse wildly in his mind: "Don't be too smug... There's still Tang San, there's still the God Realm! As long as Tang San from that White World makes a move, as long as Tang San makes a move, you show-off bastard, you will die a horrible death! You definitely will!"
Looking at Bai Xuanzi's expressionless face, the hatred in his heart had reached its peak.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
[The White World, the Realm of Gods.]
It was a colossal golden palace, suspended in the clouds. The fall of the god of love was accompanied by a violent tremor in the central authority of the divine realm.
Tang San sat on the divine throne, his previous playful smile completely gone. His eyes were fixed on the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the screen, directly targeting Bai Xuanzi, the sword-wielding figure.
Behind him, space began to distort.
With the fall of Cupid, the previously stable divine power emanating from Tang San completely spiraled out of control. Golden light swirled violently around him, shattering the furnishings of the entire hall into dust.
"Good, very good." Tang San stood up from his throne.
His voice was no longer indifferent, but instead carried an extreme gloom and killing intent: "Xuanzi, you've truly given me a great surprise."
He took a deep breath and walked towards the edge of the divine realm, his gaze fixed on Bai Xuanzi, who had just executed the God of Love, as if the two were facing off across countless dimensions.
"You actually dared to kill him outright." Tang San raised his hand, and at his fingertips, countless lines of rules danced—the power of the divine order. "This is a direct provocation against the divine order. Do you think killing her will change everything?"
He approached the void step by step.
With each step he took, golden ripples spread outwards.
But he didn't take that final step.
His palm pressed lightly in the air, as if attempting to imprison the imagery on the celestial canvas. But in the end, he withdrew his hand.
He sneered, forcibly suppressing the raging fury within him, and spoke to the void in an almost roaring voice: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! You're testing my limits, aren't you? Let me tell you, if it weren't for the fact that the order of this God Realm still needs me to maintain it, and if it weren't for the concern that taking action now would disrupt the overall situation of this God Realm, I, Tang San, would definitely kill you today!"
Although he was roaring, all the gods in the divine realm could see that he was retreating.
He neither drew his sword nor initiated the so-called judgment.
He simply stood there, using anger to mask a trace of apprehension towards Bai Xuanzi that even he himself couldn't admit.
In the plaza of the underworld, this commotion was clearly visible.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Is this the God-King of your divine realm? Is this what you call judgment?"
"That's hilarious! They couldn't utter a single word for ages, and then they claimed they were maintaining order?"
A deafening roar of mockery erupted in the square.
The awe these underworld soul masters once held for the gods vanished in an instant. They watched Tang San, who roared from the throne but hesitated to make a move, as if he were a clown.
"Look at him, he keeps saying he'll kill, but his body is just sitting there doing nothing." A Soul Master laughed, slapping his thigh, and pointed at the sky. "That Tang San from the White World is nothing special. His so-called rules and order are nothing compared to his bottom line."
"That's the most disgusting thing." Another person sneered. "He used Huo Yuhao as a pawn before, and now he's putting on airs, saying he's doing this for some kind of order. I think he's just scared. He's afraid that Bai Xuanzi's sword will fall on his head too."
(End of chapter)