Chapter 131 The Fall of the Dragon God.
On the battlefield.
The cold wind howled.
This mother and daughter, who were originally at odds, embraced and wept in front of tens of thousands of people.
There are no fancy words.
There were no earth-shattering vows.
Only two wounded souls find solace in each other amidst despair.
The soldiers of the Spirit Empire fell silent.
Even those Soul Masters who were originally filled with fear of the Pope were moved at this moment.
However.
Just as this heartwarming scene was unfolding...
That malicious voice rang out again, at an inopportune moment.
"vomit..."
Tang San made an extremely exaggerated vomiting motion.
He held the trident of Poseidon in his hand, his face full of disgust and loathing.
"It's disgusting."
"They were acting like they were about to kill each other just a moment ago, and now they're acting all lovey-dovey?"
"Bibi Dong, don't you find this disgusting?"
"That's the seed left by a rapist. Aren't you afraid that holding her will remind you of the way Qian Xunji thrust into you?"
vicious.
Every word was like a knife soaked in deadly poison, designed to stab into the heart.
Tang San is determined to destroy all of this.
He can't stand seeing others do well.
They especially couldn't bear to see the enemy's "grand reunion".
In his value system, any enemy should be miserable, suffering, and abandoned by everyone.
How can there be warmth?
How can it be accompanied by warmth?
"Qian Renxue, you really are a shameless wretch."
Tang San continued his mockery.
"She was just calling you a bastard, and now she's wagging her tail at the slightest smile?"
"Are all the people from the Spirit Hall so starved for love?"
"Should I send you and your daughter down to hell together, so you can reunite slowly down there?"
Bibi Dong suddenly raised her head.
She released Qian Renxue and shielded her daughter behind her.
Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Tang San, the killing intent more intense than ever before.
"Tang San".
"You're going to die a horrible death."
"I swear."
Tang San curled his lip in disdain.
"With you?"
"A used woman, with a bastard child, wants to kill me?"
...
High in the sky.
Navelette watched this scene quietly.
He did not immediately intervene to stop Tang San's verbal abuse.
As a judge, he needs to observe.
To observe where the bottom line of human nature truly lies.
Tang San's performance repeatedly challenged his understanding.
"What an incredible creature."
Fu Ningna sat on a water elemental chair that appeared out of thin air, and a bag of popcorn appeared in her hand from who-knows-where.
She popped one into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out, her face full of disgust.
"Did this guy named Tang San ever soak his mouth in a sewer?"
"What business is it of his if the mother and daughter reconcile?"
Why was he so angry?
"Could it be because he's an orphan and doesn't have a mother to love him, so he's jealous?"
Fu Ningna's criticisms are always sharp.
She swung her legs, looking down at the farce unfolding below as if she were watching a poorly made, third-rate opera.
"But I like this storyline."
"Although Bibi Dong was not a good person before, at this moment, she is much more charming than that hypocritical sea goddess."
"What do you say, Violet?"
Navelette nodded slightly.
The scepter in his hand tapped lightly in the air, producing a crisp sound.
"Tang San cannot understand this emotion."
"He is an extreme egoist."
"In his world, all relationships are tools."
"Xiao Wu is his accessory, Da Ming and Er Ming are his spirit rings, and his parents are his background."
"He will not hesitate to discard these people when they lose their usefulness or become an obstacle to his interests."
"So, when he saw the connection between Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue based on pure emotion..."
"He would feel fear and disgust."
"Because that's something he can never have."
Navelette paused, her gaze deep.
"However, this farce should now move on to the next chapter."
"It seems that the sky does not intend to expose only the ugliness of humanity."
As Navelette finished speaking.
The sky, which was originally filled with swirling golden clouds, suddenly underwent a dramatic change.
The golden clouds were instantly stained blood red.
A desolate, ancient, and tragic dragon's roar echoed from the sky.
Its voice resounded throughout the entire Douluo Continent.
"roar--!!"
This dragon's roar sent a chill down the spines of all the Soul Masters present who possessed Beast Martial Souls.
That's the suppression of bloodline.
It is the lament of our ancestors.
Meanwhile, Gu Yuena, who was inside Tianshui City, suddenly clutched her chest.
Her purple eyes instantly filled with tears.
The enormous golden subtitles, like an ancient divine mountain, crashed onto everyone's retinas.
The Twilight of the Divine Realm, the Fall of the Dragon God
[Key figures: Asura God, Dragon God, Silver Dragon King]
The scene unfolds.
That's not the human world.
That was the vast and boundless realm of gods.
The area is shrouded in mist and brimming with divine power.
However, at this moment, the realm of gods was a scene of carnage.
A colossal dragon, of indescribable size, is tumbling through the clouds.
Its scales shimmered with nine-colored light, and each dragon scale was as huge as a city.
Its aura was so powerful that it changed the color of heaven and earth.
Dragon God.
Ancestor of all beasts.
Once the strongest being in the realm of gods.
But around it were five figures.
God of goodness, God of evil, Goddess of life, God of destruction.
And... the Asura God wielding a blood-red longsword.
The scene was extremely gruesome.
Countless mythical beast corpses fell from the sky like rain.
The phoenix has broken its wings, and the qilin has lost its head.
The dragon god was covered in blood; it was roaring and struggling.
But it seemed to have a mental problem, sometimes acting crazy and sometimes lucid.
"For the stability of the divine realm..."
In the scene, the Asura God, whose entire body was encased in dark red armor, spoke coldly.
That condescending tone was exactly the same as Tang San's now.
"Beasts are inherently brutal and cannot be controlled by rules."
"The Dragon God has gone mad and should be executed!"
The words fell.
The Asura Demon Sword in the hands of the Asura God erupted with a world-destroying red light.
That sword.
It severed time and space, and severed cause and effect.
It also severed the Dragon God's body.
"roar!!!"
The dragon god let out a final, mournful cry.
Its enormous body exploded in two under the power of the Asura God.
Half of it transformed into a ferocious and tyrannical golden dragon king.
Half of it transformed into the Silver Dragon King, who controlled the power of the elements.
The Golden Dragon King was sealed away in the Forbidden Land by the combined forces of the gods.
The silver dragon king, with its pure white body and breathtaking beauty, used spatial elements to tear apart the spacetime turbulence when it was critically injured and on the verge of death.
The camera zooms in.
That was the last glimpse the Silver Dragon King made before he fled.
Those purple dragon eyes were filled with endless hatred and resentment.
"The realm of gods...humans..."
This feud... will never end!
(End of chapter)