Chapter 140 Tang San's Fear
"Hello."
Navelette spoke.
He didn't yell or shout.
His voice was calm and his tone was steady, as if he were testing the volume of a microphone.
But this single word, connected to Xiu Pu Ruosi's soul and amplified by the ancient dragon water element, resounded directly in that distant plane.
...
The realm of gods.
The Divine Realm Council Hall.
The air here is frozen.
Beside the enormous round table, on the five thrones symbolizing supreme power, only one figure sat at this moment.
Asura God.
He wore a divine armor covered with dark red demonic patterns, and his entire body was shrouded in a thick layer of blood energy.
A huge water curtain floated in front of him.
The scene on the water screen depicted the tragic state of Jialing Pass.
Or perhaps, the tragic state of the divine army.
Right now.
The veins on the back of the Asura God's hand, which was gripping the armrest of the chair, were bulging.
The armrest, carved from ten-thousand-year-old blood jade, had been crushed into dust by him, and the red powder fell through his fingers.
In the picture.
The man in the blue trench coat was holding Xiu Pu Ruosi's soul in one hand.
Then, the man raised his head.
What eyes they were!
Even across dimensions and through the water curtain, the Asura God still felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head.
Those are not human eyes.
It was the gaze of an ancient, noble, yet extremely dangerous creature.
"Hello."
The voice came from the water curtain.
It's very light.
But in the empty and silent hall of the divine realm, an echo that pierced the eardrums was produced.
The Asura God suddenly stood up.
The chair behind him was overturned by a tremendous force, making a loud bang.
He stared intently at the man in the water curtain.
Who is he talking to?
Is he speaking to me?
How dare a mere creature from the lower realm directly address the law enforcers of the divine realm through a soul link?
...
The sky above Jialing Pass.
Navelette didn't care whether the other party responded or not.
He knew the other person was listening.
"I don't know how many people are on your so-called committee."
As Navelette spoke, she slightly tightened her grip on her fingers.
The spirit of Xiupu Ruosi in his hand let out a painful hiss, and its form became even more transparent.
"But based on my observation, the process of processing these 109 units just now took me about three minutes."
Navelette paused, seemingly engaged in rigorous calculations.
"Two minutes and fifty seconds of that time is for you to line up and recite your lines."
"The actual cleaning time was only ten seconds."
He stated the cruelest truth in the most calm tone.
"If you intend to continue sending down deities of this quality, I suggest you speed up the teleportation process."
"otherwise."
"The rate at which garbage is cleaned up can't keep up with the rate at which garbage is produced, which makes me feel really bad."
After saying that...
Navelette casually tossed it aside.
Bang!
The Xiupu Ruosi Divine Soul in his hand exploded like a popped soap bubble, turning into nothingness.
Completely annihilated.
They don't even have the chance to be reincarnated.
After doing all this, Villette took out the neatly folded handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the glove that had crushed the soul once more.
"that..."
A crisp sound suddenly came from the ruins on the ground.
Sometime during the night, Funina jumped onto a protruding cliff face.
She put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and looked at Navelette, who was still suspended in mid-air.
"Navilette!"
She called out.
Navilette lowered her head and looked at her.
"How can you make such a decision alone?"
Funina puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat angry.
She pointed to the still-spinning red vortex in the sky.
"Look, that hole is still spinning around and around, it's so ugly!"
"And dust keeps falling down, making my afternoon tea tablecloth dirty!"
As she spoke, Fu Ningna made an extremely exaggerated expression of disgust.
She raised her foot, clad in a white boot, and kicked away a piece of gravel stained with divine blood.
"Instead of waiting here for them to swarm down like flies to their deaths..."
Funina suddenly flashed a bright smile.
That was a smile unique to the water god Fucarus, a smile tinged with madness and arrogance.
She held up one finger and pointed straight at the sky.
"Why don't we go up there and destroy their stronghold?"
"Since they don't understand what true justice is."
"Then let's set up courthouse right above their heads!"
Navelette paused for a moment.
He looked into Funina's sparkling eyes.
A moment later.
He nodded slightly.
"The suggestion is reasonable."
Navelette turned around and faced the red sky once more.
He slowly raised the scepter in his hand, pointing it directly at the vortex that connected to the realm of the gods.
"Since you refuse to come down and accept trial."
"So."
"Wait a minute, let's go up."
It's just a short sentence.
There were no unnecessary threats, no impassioned declarations of war.
This is just a travel notification.
It's like a bailiff informing the defendant: You don't need to come to court; the judge is on his way to your house.
Rumble—
The enormous red vortex in the sky paused abruptly upon hearing those words.
Immediately afterwards.
It was as if I had seen something extremely terrifying.
The vortex, which was originally rotating clockwise and trying to transport troops, suddenly began to tremble violently and contract.
The crimson clouds that had covered the entire sky above Jialing Pass began to collapse toward the center in a disheveled manner.
...
The realm of gods.
The Asura God's face had turned deathly pale.
His chest heaved violently, and he was breathing rapidly like someone who had just been rescued from drowning.
"Go up..."
"They're coming up..."
The Asura God's teeth were chattering.
If it were before, if any ordinary person dared to say such a thing, he would have laughed his head off.
But now.
Looking at the man who annihilated more than a hundred gods into ashes in a few seconds.
Looking at that monster who couldn't even withstand a single move from a level one god.
The Asura God was afraid.
This is a fear of higher-level life forms etched into our genes.
"We can't let them come up..."
"We absolutely cannot let them come up here!!!"
The Asura God lunged at the control panel.
His movements were flustered and clumsy, and he even accidentally knocked over a sacred pillar next to him.
"Close the passage!"
"Close all Nether portals immediately!"
"Sever all ties with the Douluo Continent!"
The Asura God roared, frantically pounding his hands on the control array.
This moment.
The majesty of the divine realm?
The face of law enforcement officers?
None of that matters anymore.
He only knows one thing.
If those two dragons were allowed to ascend to the realm of gods, the divine council, which has existed for countless years, would become dust of history today.
Buzz—
As the Asura God poured divine power into the area without regard to cost.
The red vortex in the image has had its energy supply forcibly cut off.
The passage is closed.
...
Jialing Pass.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Everyone looked up, staring blankly at the sky.
The oppressive red clouds that had filled the sky were rapidly dissipating.
The gate connecting to the realm of gods, the vortex representing supreme authority, is shrinking and closing at a visible speed.
It's like an eye that's been scared out of its wits, desperately trying to close its eyelids.
Sunlight.
The long-awaited sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone once more on the ruins of Jialing Pass.
But this warm sunlight, shining on Tang San, felt colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice.
Tang San stood in the muddy pool of blood.
He maintained that posture of looking up at the sky.
But the trident of Poseidon in his hand was trembling uncontrollably.
That was a divine artifact weighing 108,000 jin.
At this moment, it felt so heavy in his hands that it seemed to tear his arm off.
"No...it can't be..."
Tang San's lips turned purple, and his upper and lower teeth kept clattering together, making a clicking sound.
"The divine realm...the divine realm has withdrawn its troops?"
"Lord Asura God...aren't you going to abandon me?"
His vision blurred.
Those were not just tears, but also visual distortion caused by extreme blood congestion.
He saw the last red dot of light in the sky disappear completely, as if fleeing for its life.
The azure sky returned to calm.
A few white clouds drifted by leisurely, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
But it was calm.
However, this was the most severe punishment for Tang San.
"ah..."
Tang San let out a broken groan.
The very energy that had sustained him was completely drained the moment the passage to the divine realm closed.
That was the collapse of faith.
That was the despair after all the cards had been played.
Clang.
The trident of Poseidon flew out of his hand and crashed heavily to the ground, splashing up a pool of black mud.
Tang San's legs looked as if the bones had been removed in an instant.
With a thud.
He knelt heavily on both knees in the mud pit filled with bits of flesh and blood.
Navelette turned around.
He didn't even glance at Tang San, who was kneeling there.
He simply straightened his collar and reached out his hand to Funina, who was not far away.
"Let's go, Ms. Funina."
"Since we're going on a long journey, we need to make some preparations."
Navette's voice remained elegant and composed.
He walked right past Tang San.
It's like passing by a pile of worthless rubble.
This disregard.
It's more painful than killing him.
Tang San knelt there, his body convulsing violently.
A warm liquid flowed uncontrollably down his trouser leg, spreading into a pale yellow stain in the muddy water beneath him.
His pupils began to dilate.
His mouth was wide open, with glistening saliva hanging from the corners of his lips, dripping down to his chest.
He collapsed completely, like a lump of mud.
Navelette's black leather shoes made a rhythmic, crisp sound as they stepped on the gravel.
Da, da, da.
The sound gradually faded into the distance.
As the figures grew smaller, the terrifying pressure that had been weighing heavily on everyone's hearts dissipated like the receding tide.
The air began to flow again.
The previously solidified spatial structure has become loose again.
"Whoosh—hah—"
Amidst the ruins, a wheezing sound, like that of a broken bellows, could be heard.
Bibi Dong's fingers dug sharply into the soil beneath her. Her nails broke, and her fingertips were rubbed raw and bloody by the rough gravel, but she felt nothing.
She swallowed the earthy-smelling air.
The wound on her chest, pierced by the trident of Poseidon, tore open again due to her violent breathing, and purplish-black blood gushed out, soaking through her tattered Rakshasa armor.
They survived.
The monster is gone.
Bibi Dong trembled as she propped herself up.
Her gaze pierced through her disheveled hair, fixed on the figure kneeling in the mud pit not far ahead.
Tang San.
The man who destroyed the Spirit Hall, ruined her life's achievements, and destroyed her grand plan to become a god.
At this moment, he lay limp in his own excrement, like a mangy dog with a broken spine, white foam at the corners of his mouth and his eyes rolled back.
An uncontrollable surge of violence rushed from Bibi Dong's dantian to her head.
She couldn't afford to mess with that man who possessed the power of the ancient dragon.
Even just glancing at their backs requires immense courage.
but...
Why can this piece of trash, this piece of trash that that man also treated like air, still breathe?
"kill..."
Bibi Dong squeezed out a hoarse syllable from her throat.
But someone was faster than her.
Splash!
A pile of rubble was pushed aside.
Qian Renxue's face was covered in ash, and her golden hair was tangled like withered grass. The angelic holy sword in her hand had lost its luster, and the blade was full of nicks.
She staggered to her feet, her legs still trembling.
But her eyes were red.
Bloodshot and bright red, as if his eyes were about to burst out of their sockets.
The feeling of powerlessness he had just experienced, like an ant before the world's top powerhouse, completely shattered the pride of this angel god.
She needed to vent.
She needs to regain some sense of being a "god".
And Tang San, who was equally disheveled and even more wretched than her, was the perfect sacrifice.
"Tang San!!!"
Qian Renxue screamed.
She didn't use any soul skills; the divine power within her body had already been completely exhausted in the previous confrontation with the oppressive aura.
She simply brandished the heavy holy sword and pounced on it like a madwoman.
Pfft!
Without the protection of divine power, Tang San's physical body, though strong, was still vulnerable to the sharpness of the divine weapon.
The tip of the angel's holy sword pierced his left shoulder.
It didn't pierce through; it just got stuck on the collarbone.
"ah--!!"
Intense pain instantly pierced Tang San's nerves.
The scream was so shrill it sounded distorted.
Pain is the best wake-up call.
The brain, which was in a dissociated state due to extreme fear, was forcibly pulled back to reality by this excruciating pain.
Tang San suddenly opened his eyes wide.
What came into view was Qian Renxue's distorted face, covered in dust and blood.
"Go to hell! Go to hell!!"
Qian Renxue gripped the sword hilt with both hands and pressed down frantically.
"roll!!"
The instinct for survival took over the body.
Tang San let out a strange cry and waved his right hand haphazardly.
The hidden arrow, which had been poised to be released, snapped at that moment.
Although it lacks divine power, the Zhuge Crossbow's close-range explosive power is still astonishing.
Boom!
Three crossbow bolts were embedded in Qian Renxue's abdomen.
There were old wounds there before.
"Hmm!"
Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan, her body stiffening.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang San raised his foot and kicked Qian Renxue's knee hard with his yellow-stained boot.
Click.
The sickening sound of bones cracking.
Qian Renxue lost her balance and fell headfirst into the muddy water.
Tang San crawled backward using both his hands and feet.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
(End of chapter)