Chapter 215 Yu Xiaogang Loses All Dignity!
Gu Yuena was the most sensitive.
Almost the instant Lu Ming began to laugh, she raised her head.
Her silver hair slid down with her movements, brushing against Lu Ming's hand and bringing a slightly itchy sensation.
"Husband?"
Gu Yuena's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of doubt.
She followed Lu Ming's gaze.
There were only heavy tent curtains there.
There was nothing there.
But she knew that her husband would not speak without reason.
"What's wrong?"
"Did some reckless insect come along?"
As she spoke the second half of the sentence, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Gu Yuena's purple eyes.
Her original charming and adorable appearance vanished instantly.
Instead.
It is the majesty and domineering presence of the supreme ruler of all soul beasts.
If anyone dared to disturb her and her husband's tender moment at this time...
She didn't mind letting the other party know what the Silver Dragon King's wrath was like.
Lu Ming reached out and gently pressed his hand on the back of her head, soothing the little dragon with its fur standing on end.
"It's not a bug."
Lu Ming said slowly and deliberately.
"It's a rat."
"Several little mice are desperately trying to escape."
Gu Yuena blinked.
Although she didn't possess Lu Ming's terrifying divine sense, as a dragon, she was equally sensitive to energy fluctuations.
At this distance, anyone who could attract Lu Ming's attention was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Is that Tang San?"
Gu Yuena immediately realized what was happening.
The name came out of her mouth with undisguised disgust.
Today on the battlefield.
That guy with the pitchfork certainly showed off his skills in front of my husband quite a bit.
If her husband hadn't acted so quickly, she would have already swatted that so-called "Sea God" to death with one claw.
"Wasn't that good-for-nothing already unconscious?"
"His legs have been crippled by his husband, how can he still run?"
Gu Yuena was somewhat puzzled.
She witnessed Tang San's miserable state firsthand.
The divine power dissipated.
Knee shattered.
Such injuries would have killed an ordinary Title Douluo long ago.
Even if he is a successor of a god, it is impossible for him to regain his mobility so quickly.
Lu Ming's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the bed.
"Of course he can't run."
"But he had other people with him."
In Lu Ming's divine consciousness.
It was an extremely tragic scene.
In a dense forest hundreds of miles away.
Two figures were moving at an incredible speed.
It's Oscar and Ning Rongrong.
These two genius support-type Soul Masters from Shrek Academy have long lost their former glory.
They were covered in blood.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand had dimmed, and fine cracks had even appeared on its surface.
That's a sign of overdrawing one's martial spirit.
Her face was ashen, and blood kept trickling from the corner of her mouth.
But her eyes were unusually crazed.
She was burning her life force.
Using a near-self-destructive secret technique, he forcibly activated the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda to provide an amplification for Oscar beside him.
Oscar's situation was even more tragic.
He carried the unconscious Tang San on his back.
I don't know how many of those strange sausages were stuffed into his mouth.
His skin had an eerie flush, a sign that his soul power had reached its peak.
Every step taken.
He would stomp a deep hole in the ground.
That's proof of power spiraling out of control.
They are working desperately.
He risked his own life to give Tang San a chance to survive.
"Tsk."
Lu Ming shook his head.
"There is some sense of loyalty, though."
"Unfortunately, such sentiments seem too cheap in the face of absolute power."
As Gu Yuena listened to Lu Ming's description, the killing intent in her eyes intensified.
She straightened up.
Her long silver dress slipped down slightly, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
But she didn't care at all.
"My husband."
"Now that you've discovered it, why not just kill it?"
"As long as my husband gives the order, Na'er will go and catch those rats right away."
"Or they'll be run over on the way."
As Gu Yuena spoke, her fingertips lit up with a seven-colored elemental light.
The power of space gathered in her palm.
If she wants to.
In the blink of an eye, she could traverse hundreds of miles and descend upon Tang San and the others.
The dragons' guiding principle when faced with such a potential threat is to eliminate it completely.
To prevent future troubles.
However.
Lu Ming reached out and grasped Gu Yuena's small hand, which was poised to strike.
The warmth came from my palm.
The previously restless elemental power instantly subsided.
Gu Yuena looked at Lu Ming with a puzzled expression.
"Husband?"
Lu Ming played with her slender, delicate fingers.
I gently touched it to my lips.
"What's the rush?"
Lu Ming's expression was very nonchalant.
That air of complete control made him even more captivating.
"Killing them is too easy."
"That Tang San is nothing but a stray dog."
"Even if he runs, where can he run to?"
"I have destroyed Poseidon Island."
"The Heavenly Dou Empire has already knelt down."
"Although the Douluo Continent is vast, there is no place for him to stand."
Lu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura.
"The most interesting part of a cat catching a mouse is never the moment when it bites off the neck."
"Instead, it's watching the rats run in despair."
"Looking at it, I thought I had found a way out, so I squeezed in with all my might, only to find that it was a dead end."
"That expression of falling from hope to despair."
"That's the most delicious."
As Lu Ming spoke, he released Gu Yuena's hand.
He raised his hand.
A light tap in the void.
It seemed to strike Tang San, who was fleeing for his life, across an endless space.
"I want him to live in fear."
"To make him wake up from nightmares every day and night."
"Let him look at the sect he cares about, the friends he cares about, and those so-called honors he cares about."
"It's collapsing little by little."
"They all belong to me."
"I will strip him of everything until he finally kneels before me and begs me to kill him."
These words.
It was said so casually.
But the malice it contained caused the surrounding temperature to drop a few degrees.
Gu Yuena stared blankly at Lu Ming.
She had never seen a husband like this before.
overbearing.
cruel.
Yet it possesses a captivating charm.
This is the man she has her eye on.
He is not the kind of hypocrite who spouts benevolence and morality, but the true supreme being, the true god-king.
but.
Lu Ming didn't finish his sentence.
His smile deepened.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head.
He pointed to the top of the heavy tent.
He also pointed to the vast, boundless starry sky outside the tent.
"and."
"If this rat dies, why would those big fish above be willing to come down?"
Gu Yuena looked in the direction he was pointing.
His purple eyes narrowed sharply.
She understood.
above.
The realm of gods!
Tang San is the one chosen by the Sea God, and may even be involved with the God of Asura.
These two hold very important positions within the Divine Realm Committee.
If Tang San had simply died.
The gods might be angry, but they might not go to great lengths for a dead person; they might even sever all ties.
After all, the divine realm has its own rules, and gods cannot easily interfere with the mortal realm.
But what if Tang San hadn't died?
If Tang San were still struggling, still calling for help.
It's like a coordinate system that's constantly emitting signals.
Those high and mighty gods, those who think they control the rules.
Sooner or later, I won't be able to resist.
They can send down their divine thoughts, and even... their true forms.
To save their inheritors.
To eliminate Lu Ming, the biggest "variable".
Lu Ming is fishing.
They used Tang San as bait.
Fish for the entire divine realm!
"My husband desires that realm of gods?"
Gu Yuena's voice trembled slightly.
It's not fear.
Instead, it was excitement.
She is the Silver Dragon King, wanted by the gods, and an incarnation of the Dragon God.
Her hatred for the divine realm was deeper than anyone else's.
She dreamed of fighting her way back to the realm of the gods and restoring the glory of the dragon race.
But she also knew that with her current strength, it was far from enough.
But now.
Her husband, however, had already begun plotting against those god-kings.
"The realm of gods?"
Lu Ming chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"That's nothing but a rotten cage."
"What I want is to establish a new order."
"My own order."
"Since they like to stand on high and look down on all living beings, then I will pull them down from the clouds."
"Step into the mud."
Lu Ming withdrew his hand.
His gaze returned to Gu Yuena's face.
"so."
"Let this mouse run a little longer."
"Run as far as possible."
"The more pitiful the screams, the better."
"It would be best to summon all those sea gods and Asura gods down."
"That would be much more exciting."
Gu Yuena looked into Lu Ming's eyes, which seemed to contain endless stars.
Her heart was beating very fast.
Deep within my body, it felt as if an electric current was flowing through me.
This man.
That's terrible.
They're rotten to the core.
They treated the life and death of others, and the survival of the divine realm, as a game.
But.
This kind of badness.
This kind of arrogant disdain for the world.
Yet, she fell hopelessly in love with him.
"My husband is so naughty."
Gu Yuena gave a coquettish laugh.
Her body went limp, and she snuggled back into Lu Ming's arms.
She wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's waist, pressed her cheek against his warm chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.
"but..."
She raised her head, her purple eyes shimmering with moisture, her gaze alluring.
"Na'er likes it."
"I love my husband like this the most."
She took the initiative to approach him.
He gently bit his chin, which had a bit of stubble.
It hurts a little.
But it's mostly sweet.
Lu Ming felt the tenderness of the woman in his arms.
He lowered his head and looked at that stunningly beautiful face.
"If you like it, that's fine."
Lu Ming reached out and pulled up the brocade quilt next to him, covering the two of them.
It also completely shut out the bloodshed and storms outside the tent.
"Go to sleep."
"There's more to come tomorrow."
The east is already white.
The fog was very thick at Jialing Pass in the early morning.
But the fog couldn't mask the stench of blood that filled the mountains and fields.
The carnage last night was so great that even the rising sun seemed to be tinged with a faint crimson.
The curtain of the main tent was lifted from the inside.
Lu Ming came out.
He wasn't wearing any heavy armor, just a pure white robe.
His clothes were neat and spotless.
It is completely out of place with the hellish Jialing Pass.
But he stands here.
This is the center of the world.
Gu Yuena followed behind him, looking languid, clearly in a very good mood.
Qian Renxue had already regained her aloof and noble demeanor, but when she looked at Lu Ming's back, she couldn't hide the tenderness in her eyes.
Bibi Dong stood on the other side.
The once-powerful Pope of the Spirit Hall now had slightly white fingers gripping his scepter.
She is waiting.
Waiting for Lu Ming's decision.
The million-strong army below the pass had already assembled.
A vast, dark mass, like a silent torrent of steel.
There was no noise.
There was no disturbance.
Everyone looked up, their eyes burning as they gazed intently at the white-clad man standing on the high platform.
That is their god.
Lu Ming's gaze swept across the area below.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes met his gaze, yet none dared to meet his sharp edge directly.
"Pass on the order."
Lu Ming spoke up.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.
It's like whispering in your ear.
"Effective today, the Martial Soul Empire shall be renamed."
"Establish the Divine Court."
The moment those two words were uttered, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Divine Court.
It is no longer an ordinary empire, no longer a holy land for soul masters.
Rather, it is the divine garden that transcends all living beings.
This is a declaration to this world.
It is also a declaration of war against the so-called divine realm above the heavens.
Lu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the morning breeze.
"I am the Lord of the Divine Court."
"Feng, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Gu Yuena."
"To be the Divine Queen of the Divine Court."
The words fell.
There were no extraordinary phenomena or unusual occurrences.
There was no deafening cheering.
Everyone was awestruck by the power contained in those few short words.
This is going to completely rewrite the history of Douluo Continent.
Bibi Dong suddenly looked up.
She looked at Lu Ming's profile and her breath hitched.
The Goddess.
This means that Lu Ming not only accepted Qian Renxue and the Silver Dragon King, but also gave her the same respectful status.
even.
It is announcing to the world her ownership.
A slight smile appeared on Qian Renxue's lips.
She was very satisfied.
As long as she could stay by this man's side, she would accept it even if it meant sharing him with someone else.
As for Gu Yuena.
She didn't care about these empty titles at all.
As long as her husband is hers, nothing else matters.
"Reorganize the army."
Lu Ming waved his sleeve.
"Target: Heavenly Dou Imperial City."
With this command given.
The once lifeless torrent of steel instantly came to life.
Banners fluttered in the breeze.
The warhorses neighed.
The sheer force of the army's march was enough to shake mountains.
And at the very front of the army.
In addition to Lu Ming and his group's vehicles, there was one more thing.
That was a prison van.
A prison cart made of the hardest iron, yet extremely rudimentary.
The prison van was not covered.
It's drafty on all four sides.
There is a person locked inside.
Or rather...
It's a pile of mud.
Yu Xiaogang's hair was disheveled, and his robes were no longer recognizable as their original color, covered with mud and dried blood.
His hands were chained with thick iron chains and he was suspended from the crossbeam of the prison cart.
Both feet are three inches off the ground.
This is an extremely humiliating pose.
He had to stand on his tiptoes constantly to slightly alleviate the excruciating pain in his wrist.
Even so.
The iron chain was still deeply embedded in his flesh, grinding it until it was bloody and mangled.
"Walk!"
The soldier in charge of escorting the cart was expressionless as he lashed the old horse pulling the cart with his whip.
The prison van swayed.
Yu Xiaogang's body also shook violently, and the iron chains rattled.
He let out a painful groan.
That face, which used to always put on an aloof air of "I am the only one who is sober in a world of drunks," was now swollen and disfigured.
His eyes were squinted into a slit.
The stubble around his mouth was messy, covered in saliva and dust.
Where is even a trace of the demeanor of a "master"?
The army moved forward slowly.
Along the way.
In cities and towns already under the control of the Spirit Hall, countless people poured into the streets.
They didn't come to see them off.
They came to watch the spectacle.
(End of chapter)