Chapter 137 The God of Destruction
Two words.
His voice was deep and aged, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Suddenly, a withered, large hand reached out from the side and grabbed Ning Rongrong's shoulder.
That hand was very strong.
His knuckles were thick, and his skin was as rough as old tree bark.
Those were hands that held a sword for years.
"Grandpa Sword! Let me go!"
Ning Rongrong struggled desperately, and the light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda flickered.
"You saw it too! He's bleeding! I have to go save him!"
Chen Xin remained silent.
He didn't even glance at Ning Rongrong.
He simply raised his head, his gaze clouded and heavy as he stared at the man standing with his hands behind his back in the distance.
Navelette didn't even look this way.
This kind of disregard is the most terrifying.
Because this means that as long as there is the slightest disturbance here, or any action that displeases that person, it will be considered a threat.
That power that can turn galaxies into water will descend.
"Don't move."
Chen Xin withdrew his gaze, his voice as cold as iron.
"Grandpa Jian…" Ning Rongrong looked at the old man who had loved her the most since she was a child in disbelief.
"I won't let you go."
Chen Xin increased the pressure on his hand.
Ning Rongrong felt like her shoulder blades were about to be crushed.
pain.
Excruciating pain.
"Why…" Ning Rongrong asked, crying, "Are you scared too? When has our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School ever been afraid…"
"This isn't fear."
Chen Xin interrupted her.
He glanced at Ning Fengzhi, who was kneeling beside him with his head buried in the soil.
Even Ning Fengzhi didn't dare to raise his head at this moment.
"This is survival."
Chen Xin's usually calm and composed face was now filled with cruelty.
"If you rush out now, you can give that Oscar even just a boost."
"Then Lord Vilette's gaze will fall upon us."
"Then."
Chen Xin paused, his tone chilling.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with a total of 1,300 people, was wiped out, not even a chicken or a dog was spared."
"Do you want our entire clan to be buried with that good-for-nothing?"
Ning Rongrong froze.
Looking into Chen Xin's emotionless eyes, she suddenly felt a chill run through her body.
"But..."
"No buts."
Chen Xin suddenly exerted force in his hand.
The withered, iron-like hand pressed down heavily.
Bang!
Ning Rongrong was forcefully pushed back into the mud behind the bunker.
That hand gripped her collarbone tightly, rendering her immobile and unable to muster even a trace of soul power.
"Too noisy."
Shui Bing'er tilted her head slightly.
She didn't say a third word, nor did she give Oscar even half a second to catch his breath.
The foot that was stepping on Oscar's palm didn't even lift up.
He merely twitched his toes slightly.
Creak.
In that instant, the screams stopped abruptly.
It wasn't that Oscar wanted to stop, but rather that his vocal cords were frozen in an instant.
A blue chill surged upwards from the mangled hand, moving as fast as a blue lightning bolt.
Wrist, forearm, elbow, shoulder.
Wherever the cold air passed, the boiling blood instantly froze, and the muscles that were originally swollen due to blood engorgement hardened directly into bluish-black lumps of ice.
"Hmm...clunk..."
Oscar squeezed out two hoarse, bubbly sounds from his throat.
His eyes bulged out of their sockets from extreme bloodshotness as he stared intently at Shui Bing'er, who was standing right in front of him.
There was still a last glimmer of will to live in those eyes.
But the next second...
A layer of white frost covered his cornea.
Pupil dilates, freezes.
The pseudo-god-level power gained by burning one's life force is like a match lit in the snow before the ultimate ice bestowed by Vilette.
puff.
It's gone out.
Oscar remained in a pose with one hand supporting him on the ground and the other reaching for a sausage, completely turning into an ice sculpture.
Even the dust that was stirred up around him was frozen in mid-air, forming a strange static force field.
"So dirty."
Shuiyue'er, standing next to her, took two steps back in disgust and fanned her nose with her hand.
"Is this what they mean by going to great lengths for a brother?"
Shui Yue'er scoffed, looking at the ice sculpture in a contorted position.
"It's really touching, especially if it's a stage play."
Shui Bing'er did not speak.
She simply withdrew her foot indifferently.
Then, he raised the hand covered in ice armor and snapped his long fingers in the air.
"Smack."
The sound was very soft.
But on the deathly silent battlefield, it sounded like thunder.
Click—
Fine cracks instantly spread all over Oscar's body.
Immediately afterwards.
Whoosh!
There was no dull thud of a body falling to the ground.
The entire ice sculpture collapsed in an instant.
Instead of shattering into pieces, it was directly broken down into countless tiny powders by that domineering, extreme cold.
Red blood, pink divine power, white bones, gray clothes.
All of it mixed together, turning into a sky full of crystalline yet foul-smelling ice dust.
A gust of wind blows.
The ice dust rose up, swirling and drifting towards the huge pit.
Bottom of the pit.
Tang San remained limp in the mud.
The pinkish ice dust fell gently, covering his filthy face.
Cold.
It was piercingly cold.
Some ice dust got into his eyes and turned into blood that flowed down.
Tang San didn't blink.
His eyelids were stiffly held open as if glued shut.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
That's the Oscars.
Just seconds before, he was shouting for help.
Now, it has turned into a layer of ash on his face.
Tang San's right hand fingers twitched nervously, his nails carving deep marks in the mud.
But he didn't move.
They didn't dare lift even a little finger.
Fear was like an invisible hand, gripping his heart tightly, crushing all his anger, sorrow, and resentment, leaving only the most primal instinct for survival.
He is a dog.
A dead dog that can only lie in the mud, awaiting judgment.
...
"Well--!!"
Behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's bunker.
A mournful cry, inhuman and agonizing, escaped Ning Rongrong's throat.
Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and two streams of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.
He died.
It turned gray.
The man who said he would protect her for life was swept away like trash right before her eyes.
"Let me go...I'm going to kill..."
Ning Rongrong struggled frantically, her once delicate skin being rubbed raw and bloody on the rough ground.
"Shut up!"
Chen Xin let out a low shout.
This time, he held nothing back.
The withered, large hand suddenly gripped Ning Rongrong's nape and shoved her face hard into the mud.
The mud and sand poured into Ning Rongrong's mouth, silencing her screams.
"Make sure you see the person in that pit clearly."
Chen Xin whispered in Ning Rongrong's ear, his voice trembling violently.
It's not because of sadness.
It's because of fear.
His hand, which had held a sword his whole life, was now trembling violently.
"That's Tang San."
"That is the successor of the Asura God."
"Even he can only crawl like a maggot, what are you going to do? Go and die?"
Every word Chen Xin uttered was like a nail driven into Ning Rongrong's ears.
"Whether the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can survive depends on whether it can endure this moment."
"Shut your mouth if you don't want to die."
"Swallow your tears back."
Ning Rongrong's body stiffened.
Her fingernails dug deep into the soil, broke off, and blood seeped from the tips.
She stopped struggling.
She just lay there, her body convulsing violently with suppressed sobs.
His back was bent into a desperate arc.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
The wind howled through the ruins.
There was no one standing next to Tang San anymore.
The former Shrek Seven Devils.
Some died, some were maimed, and some knelt.
And high in the sky.
The figure standing with his hands behind his back didn't even turn his head once from beginning to end.
It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a speck of dust falling to the ground, not worthy of even a glance from the gods.
...
The realm of gods.
Another dimension above 10,000 meters in the air.
boom!!
A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire Divine Realm Committee hall.
The obsidian round table, which symbolized the highest power in the divine realm, turned to dust in an instant.
It didn't shatter.
It was directly shattered into an atomic state by an extremely terrifying crimson divine power.
The floor of the hall was cracked inch by inch, and huge cracks spread to the walls like a spider web, even the reliefs that depicted the history of the divine realm were peeling off.
"waste!!"
"They're all a bunch of useless trash!!"
The Asura God stood in the center of the ruins.
His dark red armor emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound, not from his movements, but because the rampaging divine power within him was frantically assaulting the restraints of the divine armor.
His eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and two lines of crimson blood slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor and scalding deep pits.
Just now.
He watched as the divine enforcement team was wiped out by a single sword strike from that little girl named Funina.
That's an entire squadron of level-two deities!
They are the elite forces accumulated by the divine realm over tens of thousands of years!
Just like mowing the lawn.
That's all.
It's all gone.
What he found even more unacceptable was that the man, the one named Navelette, hadn't even made a move yet.
shame.
This is an unprecedented disgrace in the history of the divine realm.
"That screen..."
The Asura God suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the light screen above the hall that had not yet dissipated.
In the video, Tang San's shivering figure lying in the mud is magnified countless times.
"Turn it off!!"
The Asura God roared and threw a punch.
boom!
The light curtain, formed from divine power, exploded, turning into countless points of light.
In a corner of the hall, several priests in charge of communications were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, trembling like leaves, not daring to even breathe.
"Pass on the order."
The Asura God was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
His bloodshot eyes were devoid of any rationality, only pure killing intent and madness remained.
"Activate the highest authority in the divine realm's central hub."
"Gather all the first-level gods for me."
"Greed, sloth, envy... and the elemental gods, summon them all!"
The priest kneeling on the ground trembled as he raised his head, his teeth chattering: "Lord Shura... this... this is against the rules..."
"rule?"
The Asura God took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of the priest.
A large hand grabbed the priest's head and lifted him up.
"I am the rule!"
Click.
The priest's skull cracked.
The Asura God casually flung him away, smashing a pillar in half.
"This is no longer a matter of war between mortals."
"This is a battle for the survival of the divine realm!"
The Asura God looked around, his gaze sweeping over the silent deities, his voice hoarse as if grinding sand.
"The other side is already challenging the majesty of the divine realm."
"If we don't tear that Navelette to pieces today, who will still respect the divine realm in the future?"
"Open the teleportation portal!"
"I will send the divine army directly to Jialing Pass!"
"I will thoroughly cleanse that continent, even if it means destroying Douluo Star!!"
As the Asura God roared, he strode toward the central control panel of the divine realm in the center of the hall.
A golden key was floating there.
That is the ultimate divine key to open the passage between the two worlds and remove the suppression of the plane.
His hand reached for the key.
My fingertips have already touched the golden halo.
Simply rotate it.
The divine army can disregard the laws of the plane and forcibly descend.
Even if the cost is destroying the entire ecosystem of Douluo Star.
"hurry up!"
The Asura God roared at the control panel, his hand suddenly grabbing for the key.
Just then.
Buzz—
A vibrant yet remarkably resilient green light screen suddenly illuminated in front of the control panel.
The green energy wasn't violent, but it was like a wall of sighs, forcefully blocking the Asura God's hand burning with blood flames.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle.
The Asura God's palm rubbed against the green light, emitting a burnt smell, but it couldn't advance an inch.
"who?!"
The Asura God turned around in a rage, his killing intent surging forth as if it were a tangible force.
In the shadows of the hall.
A figure wearing a green dress slowly walked out.
Her face was pale, and her eyes held an undisguised terror, but she did not stop walking.
Goddess of Life.
She walked to the control panel, raised her hand, her palm surging with rich life force, and faced the fist of the Asura God.
"Get out of the way."
The Asura God spat out two words through gritted teeth, the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbing.
"If you don't allow it, I'll kill you too."
The goddess of life looked at the law enforcer before her, who had completely descended into madness.
She took a deep breath.
The hand blocking the control panel showed no sign of withdrawing.
Her lips moved.
"no."
"no."
The voice of the goddess of life trembled.
But that hand still stood firmly in front of the golden divine key.
The green ripples of life surged violently under the blood-red killing intent of the Asura God, like a leaf struggling to survive in a hurricane.
The Asura God's chest heaved violently, and two streams of scorching white vapor spewed from his nostrils.
His patience had run out.
The large hand that had been gripping the air slowly released, then suddenly clenched into a fist.
The sound of bones cracking echoed in the deathly silent hall.
"Then don't blame me."
The Asura God raised his fist.
Dark red divine power condensed on his fist, and the surrounding space began to collapse, with black cracks spreading outwards like venomous snakes.
This punch would either kill or severely injure the Goddess of Life.
The goddess of life closed her eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled, her body curled up in a ball, awaiting the impending excruciating pain.
However.
The fist did not land.
A hand covered in purplish-black armor emerged from the side and silently grasped the Asura God's wrist.
There was no loud crash.
All that could be heard was a sickeningly metallic, distorted sound.
Sizzle sizzle—
The two divine forces collided violently at the point of contact, with the purple destructive intent and the red killing aura devouring each other.
The goddess of life suddenly opened her eyes.
"destroy..."
She looked at the tall figure that had suddenly appeared beside her, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.
God of Destruction.
One of the five supreme gods of the divine realm, and also her husband.
He wore a large, dark purple cloak, and his face was covered by a hood, with only two flickering purple flames replacing his eyes.
(End of chapter)