Chapter 142 Kneeling
The wound disappeared without a trace.
Soul power is abundant, and divine power surges.
Bibi Dong's originally tattered Rakshasa Divine Armor is now completely renewed, with its purplish-black light flowing once again.
The Angelic Holy Sword in Qian Renxue's hand once again burst forth with dazzling golden light, the nicks on the blade were smoothed out, and its sharpness became menacing.
Tang San gripped the Trident of the Sea God, feeling the surging, ocean-like power within his body.
This was his peak condition.
Even... a level above its peak.
But he felt no joy whatsoever.
Only fear.
A fear that runs deep in your bones.
Even if the Sea God and the Asura God joined forces, they could not possibly restore three dying gods to this extent in the blink of an eye!
This is reversing the laws!
This is playing with life!
"This is impossible..." Bibi Dong looked at her perfectly intact hands, her body trembling. "What exactly are you...?"
Who I am is not important.
Navelette straightened her cuffs and said casually, "The important thing is that now you finally look presentable."
He slowly raised his head.
The once black pupils had now turned into a pair of emotionless vertical pupils.
An ancient, desolate, and terrifying aura, seemingly from the very beginning of the world, burst forth from his not-so-tall body.
Boom!
The sky changed color.
The once clear sky was instantly covered by a deep blue shadow.
That's not a dark cloud.
That's the deep sea.
The entire sky above Jialing Pass seemed to be filled with an inverted, boundless primordial sea.
The immense pressure acts directly on the depths of everyone's soul.
Tang San's body, which had just recovered to its peak condition, creaked under the immense pressure.
His proud power as the Sea God was like a lizard seeing a dragon in the face of this aura, cowering and trembling inside, completely out of control.
"This is...his power?"
The holy sword in Qian Renxue's hand clattered to the ground.
Violet wasn't even really fighting back.
Until now.
Right now.
This water dragon king truly displayed the magnificence of an ancient dragon.
Behind Navelette, a huge phantom vaguely appeared.
That was no ordinary soul beast.
It is the embodiment of authority that transcends all elements.
Even a single glance is enough to sting my eyes and shake my soul.
Navelette took a step forward.
The pebbles on the ground were not crushed, but instead floated up against the laws of gravity, swirling around his feet.
He looked at the three "gods" in front of him who had recovered to their peak combat power, yet could not even hold their weapons steadily.
A satisfied expression appeared on his face.
It's like watching three offerings, their necks finally washed clean, laid out on a chopping board.
"Look."
Navelette spread her arms, and the blue wings of light behind her trembled slightly, tearing the air into fine black cracks.
His vertical pupils shimmered with a tangible elemental radiance, his lips curled slightly upward, and his voice was soft yet deafening:
"Let's do it now."
"The sense of ritual has been maximized."
The moisture in the air seemed to have turned into some kind of heavy lead and mercury.
Tang San's pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.
He understood what Navelette was saying.
Restoring him to his peak condition was not a favor, but rather a way to crush him at his strongest, much like replacing a hydraulic press with a harder steel plate to test its performance.
When fear reaches its extreme, it can give rise to a morbid excitement.
It wasn't just fear, but also humiliation.
He is the sea god, the successor of the Asura god, and the chosen one of this plane. He has climbed to this point by stepping over the corpses of countless geniuses, not to be toyed with like an insect.
"Aaaaaahh ...
A tearing roar erupted from Tang San's throat.
The sound didn't sound like a human's; it sounded more like the last breath of a trapped beast squeezing its lungs before dying.
There was no probing, and no holding back.
The trident of Poseidon in his hand trembled violently, its original azure light instantly turning into an eerie dark red. The power of Asura and the power of Poseidon were forcibly mixed together at this moment, golden patterns crawling across his body.
On his face, blood vessels bulged out under his skin like earthworms.
"Die! Die! Die!!"
Tang San stomped his feet hard on the ground.
boom!
The earth cracked open.
He transformed into a streak of red and blue light, moving so fast that even his afterimage was impossible to catch.
But that's not enough.
In that fraction of a second of the sprint, his hands transformed into a blur.
This was the ultimate skill of the Tang Clan from his previous life, and also his last trump card.
Guanyin's Tears.
Bodhi Blood.
The King of Hell's Decree.
Dozens of top-tier hidden weapons, capable of piercing through the defenses of a Title Douluo, were mixed in with the divine power storm and rained down on Vilet's face.
The space was torn apart by these sharp metals and energy into countless fine black lines, emitting a teeth-grinding shriek.
Even a mountain range blocking the way will be blasted into dust in an instant.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong were thrown back by the burst of energy and had to use their divine power to protect themselves.
"He's gone mad..." Qian Renxue stared intently at the world-destroying light. "He's burning his divine soul!"
Tang San risked everything for this attack.
It could even be a chance for reincarnation.
At the center of the raging energy storm, Vilette simply stood quietly.
The wind blew his blue and white hair, but couldn't even lift the hem of his clothes.
Furnessa frowned, pulled a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on, then impatiently shielded her eyes with a handkerchief: "It's so noisy! Violet, can you hurry up with this 'ritual' of yours?"
It's almost going to get inside my cake.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Funina."
Villette's voice pierced through the deafening explosions and rang out clearly, "Since this is a trial, the defendant should naturally be allowed to state his final crimes."
He looked at the trident of Poseidon, which was less than three inches from his brow.
Looking at those Tang Clan hidden weapons that were powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone.
Looking at Tang San's distorted, ferocious, and bloodshot face.
"Although, this statement is indeed too noisy."
Navelette raised her right hand.
It wasn't a punch, nor a hand seal, nor any soul skill activated.
He simply extended one index finger.
Long, fair-skinned, with neatly trimmed nails.
Then, facing the earth-shattering energy storm in front of him, he gently moved forward a little.
bite.
A crisp sound of water dripping.
The sound was very soft, yet it instantly drowned out all of Tang San's roars and booms.
Time seemed to have shifted at this moment.
Tang San watched helplessly as his Sea God Trident came to a stop.
It wasn't because of resistance, but because the space ahead... collapsed.
A deep blue vortex, the size of a fingernail, appeared at the tip of Vilette's fingertip.
That's not water.
That's mass compressed to its extreme.
"Gu Long's Great Power: Still Water".
Navelette said softly.
The next moment.
Tang San's proud Asura God Power melted instantly, like snow encountering boiling oil.
Those deadly, poison-laden hidden weapons were instantly crushed into their most primitive atoms the moment they came into contact with the blue vortex, leaving not even a trace of dust behind.
"No...this is not..."
Tang San opened his mouth wide, wanting to roar, but found that the air in his lungs had been sucked out.
The index finger did not stop.
It pierced through all of Tang San's defenses and gently touched the main blade of the Sea God Trident.
Click.
The divine artifact is broken.
The seemingly indestructible Trident of Poseidon, like a toothpick under an elephant's foot, broke into several pieces, scattering fragments everywhere.
Then, the finger continued forward.
It was applied to Tang San's forehead.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was only a dull thud, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer.
Pfft.
Tang San's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly poured into his entire body through that finger.
This pressure didn't come from the outside, but from every water molecule inside his body.
Blood, cellular fluid, bone marrow...
In that instant, all the liquids betrayed their master, transforming into the heaviest shackles.
"Well..."
Tang San's eyeballs bulged out, his eye sockets ruptured, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down instantly.
His skin began to show a strange wavy pattern, as if the flesh beneath was writhing wildly.
"Since you don't want to be dignified, then I'll help you be dignified on a physical level."
Navelette pressed her fingers down slightly.
Granala—!
The chilling sound of bones cracking filled the air.
Tang San's hard body, reshaped by divine power, softened instantly, like a skin bag with its skeleton removed.
Spine shattered.
Pelvic collapse.
The femur was broken and the bone was piercing through the skin and flesh.
"Ah—glug—"
Tang San tried to scream, but his vocal cords had already been crushed into a pulp.
Under the horrified gazes of Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
Tang San was forcefully "pressed" into the ground by Vilette's finger.
It's not a knockback, it's compression.
A three-meter-tall body was compressed to one meter, then to half a meter...
The blood mist exploded.
That was a true case of no remains whatsoever.
A bottomless cylindrical pit appeared on the ground.
The soil around the pit has an eerie mirror-like appearance, which is the result of being instantly washed away by high-pressure water flow.
At the bottom of the pit, all that remained was a pool of red and blue flesh and a few broken fragments of the Sea God's divine armor.
Just moments ago, Tang San, the Sea God, was arrogant and boastful, claiming he would defy fate and change his destiny.
At this moment, it turned into a pile of fertilizer.
Even their souls were completely crushed under the absolute pressure of the ancient dragon, leaving them no chance to become ghosts.
The wind stopped again.
The whole world was deathly silent.
Only Violet took out a clean white handkerchief and slowly wiped away non-existent dust from her fingers.
"It's all done."
He casually tossed the handkerchief into the deep pit, where it landed right on top of the pool of minced meat.
It looks like a tombstone.
It also seems like a mockery.
"So..."
Navelette turned around.
Those unwavering vertical pupils looked at the two women beside him who were completely frozen in place.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue still had bloodstains on their bodies from when Tang San exploded earlier.
It's warm.
It smelled fishy.
That is the blood of God.
But to Navigette, it was no different from getting her clothes dirty by killing chickens and fish.
"It's your turn."
Villette's voice remained calm, devoid of any murderous intent, as if she were asking how to categorize this batch of trash, "Do you want to 'resist' like him, or..."
Thump!
Navelette hadn't finished speaking.
A heavy thud of a knee hitting the ground rang out.
Bibi Dong knelt down.
This empress of the Martial Soul Empire, this peerless genius with twin martial souls, this arrogant and ruthless hero.
He knelt down decisively, and because of the force he used, his knees even created two small dents in the ground.
Her body was trembling violently.
That wasn't due to anger, but rather a physiological breakdown.
What she just witnessed shattered her worldview.
She had seen strength before, but never strength of this magnitude.
Even she wouldn't dare to take a direct hit from Tang San's attack when he was at his peak.
But in front of this man, she was like an infant waving its fists, only to be casually crushed by an adult.
This sense of despair is more terrifying than death itself.
"Submit!!"
Bibi Dong's forehead slammed heavily against the gravel ground, blood streaming down her face, but she dared not lift it. "I'm willing to submit! As long as you don't kill me... I'll do anything you ask! Even be a dog..."
…to be a slave…
Her voice was sharp, trembling, and choked with sobs.
All dignity, ambition, and hatred are nothing but a fart in the face of absolute violence.
As long as I can survive.
As long as I don't end up like Tang San, a pile of rotten flesh.
Even if you asked her to eat dirt right now, she would open her mouth without hesitation.
Clang.
The Angelic Holy Sword in Qian Renxue's hand fell to the ground.
She looked at her mother, who was lying on the ground like a dog, and then at the bottomless pit in the distance.
That pride that belonged to angels and gods shattered into a pile of broken glass at that moment.
Thump.
Qian Renxue also knelt down.
She didn't speak, but instead, mimicking Bibi Dong, buried her head in the dust, trembling uncontrollably.
Navelette looked at the two kneeling figures in front of her, her expression remaining unchanged.
There was no thrill of conquest, nor any pleasure of abuse.
It's like watching two domestic animals finally learn to obey.
"It seems the trial was more efficient than I had imagined."
Navelette turned her head and looked into the distance.
That's the direction of Jialing Pass.
On the city wall, both the soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire and the soul masters of the Spirit Empire were petrified.
They watched helplessly as the sea god, hailed as the savior, turned into a pile of minced meat.
He looked at the arrogant empress and knelt down, begging for mercy.
The sound of faith collapsing is clearer than the sound of bones shattering.
Clang.
Someone's spear slipped from their grasp and fell to the ground.
The sound was like a signal.
Clang, clang, clang...
The sounds of countless weapons falling to the ground merged into a torrent of metal.
Immediately following was the sound of a person falling to the ground.
The dark, dense crowd resembled waves of wheat blown down by the wind, shrunk in swathes.
Whether they are titled Douluo or ordinary soldiers.
Whether it's an emperor or a beggar.
At that moment, everyone made the same move.
He knelt on both knees, his forehead touching the ground.
The scene of hundreds of thousands of people kneeling was both spectacular and oppressive.
There was no cheering, no crying.
Only deathly silence.
And the echo that lingered after the metal struck.
(End of chapter)