Beneath my feet lay a battlefield strewn with corpses.
The image of the former sea god's descendant hangs above their heads.
Not far away was Tang Chen, the inheritor of the Asura Divine Sense who had been so arrogant just moments before but now looked ashen-faced.
In such an environment.
These three actually started chatting about everyday things?
They started talking about who works and who rests.
This sense of absurdity made Poseidon, who was still kneeling on the ground, feel dizzy.
She looked at Tang San, the Sea God's successor whom she regarded as her faith, and saw him lying there like a tattered rag, ignored by everyone.
The real culprits behind all this were discussing whether their daughter's clothes were messy or not.
This is not even a slight.
This is utter disregard.
In Qianyu's eyes, it was not the sea god, nor the Asura god, nor the million-strong army of Jialing Pass.
The combined weight of all of them is not even as important as a single strand of Qian Renxue's hair.
"alright."
Qianyu seemed to think that they had exchanged enough pleasantries.
He patted Qian Renxue's hand, signaling her to stand still.
Then.
He finally raised his head again and looked at the figure that had been forgotten in mid-air.
Tang San had stopped screaming at this moment.
It's not that the pain has subsided.
Instead, his voice had become hoarse from shouting.
His mind was on the verge of collapse; his eyes were vacant as he stared at the sky, and saliva mixed with blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The torment of being unable to live or die completely shattered his willpower.
Qianyu looked at him.
His eyes remained completely expressionless.
"originally."
"I was planning to just crush you to death."
Qianyu spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire Jialing Pass.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
"But that would be too easy on you."
"Moreover, my daughter seems to still have some unresolved issues."
Qianyu turned to look at Qianrenxue.
"Xue'er".
"He's yours now."
"Kill me or torture me, it doesn't matter."
"Or you can keep it as a pet, it's up to you."
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.
She never expected her father to give her the power to decide what to do.
She looked at the man who had once haunted her dreams and whom she now hated to the core.
At this moment, Tang San was nowhere to be seen, not even a trace of his former spirited self.
They're not even as good as a stray dog.
The complex expression in Qian Renxue's eyes gradually faded.
Instead, a clear and bright scene unfolded.
She released Qianyu's hand and took a step forward.
The angelic sword in his hand emitted a clear hum.
"Father."
"I've figured it out."
Qian Renxue's voice was calm.
"In the past, I was obsessed with defeating him and proving myself."
That's because I considered him a rival.
"It has become a mountain that must be crossed."
"But now..."
Qian Renxue looked up at her father, who stood like a god on a cloud.
He glanced again at Tang San, who looked like a lump of mud.
She suddenly laughed.
He smiled with relief.
"I only realized it now."
He doesn't deserve it.
"He is not worthy to be my opponent, much less my inner demon."
"My goal is to stand on the clouds, just like my father."
"Instead of getting bogged down in this quagmire and struggling with a toad."
The words fell.
The holy sword in Qian Renxue's hand shone brightly.
But she did not swing her sword at Tang San.
Instead, he swung his sword in a backhand motion, aiming it at his own heart.
Click!
A shattering sound, seemingly nonexistent yet clearly audible, resounded deep within Qian Renxue's soul.
That was the sound of inner demons shattering.
With this sword strike...
The aura emanating from Qian Renxue began to rise steadily.
The previously stagnant soul power seemed to have broken free of some kind of shackles and surged wildly.
Level 90... Level 91... Level 92...
Although he didn't become a god directly like in the picture of the Golden List.
But her mindset has changed.
Upon seeing this, Qianyu finally revealed a hint of genuine appreciation in her eyes.
"good."
"very good."
"Be able to take it on and put it down."
"This is the kind of person I, Qianyu, value."
Qianyu burst into laughter.
Laughter shook the heavens and the earth.
Since the daughter no longer needs this whetstone.
Then there's no need for this stone to exist.
Qianyu waved her hand casually.
It's like shooing away a fly.
The power that had been binding Tang San suddenly disappeared.
"thump!"
Tang San's body crashed heavily to the ground, splattering blood and mud.
He lay there like a lump of rotten flesh, unable to move even his fingers.
But he's not dead yet.
Qianyu did not kill him.
"Take him and get out of here."
Qianyu didn't even glance at Tang San on the ground, her gaze sweeping towards Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who were huddled in a corner in the distance.
"Tell those so-called Shrek people."
"From now on, I, Qian Yu, will be in charge of this Douluo Continent."
"If you disagree."
"You can come to Jixia Academy to find me anytime."
"certainly."
"It's best to prepare your own coffin before you come."
After saying that...
Qianyu then ignored the group of ants.
He turned around and waved to Qian Renxue and Haiyue.
"They're gone."
"The smell of blood here is too strong, it's awful."
"Go back and ask the kitchen to make something light."
"I've noticed that this girl has lost weight recently."
Qian Renxue immediately put on a smiling face and followed after him eagerly.
"I want to eat my father's sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"Let Haiyue do it; she's quite skilled."
"No, I want to eat what Father makes!"
"How old are you? Still acting like a child..."
The three figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
Accompanied by the gradually fading sounds of laughter and conversation.
Only a deathly silence remained at Jialing Pass.
And Tang San, lying in the mud, gazing at the sky and weeping in despair.
And those countless eyes filled with utmost awe.
This day.
The battle at Jialing Pass ended in a draw.
Because from the moment that man appeared.
Victory or defeat has become meaningless.
That's a dimensional crushing.
It is an insurmountable chasm between God and man.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly in the direction where Qianyu had disappeared.
She held the broken Nine-Jeweled Glass Pagoda in her arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.
That scene just now.
That man in white, as pure as snow.
That figure who could decide the fate of the world with a smile.
It will become a nightmare she can never shake off for the rest of her life.
"us..."
"What kind of monster did we just mess with..."
Oscar slumped to the ground, his face ashen.
He looked at Tang San, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.
This is the most outstanding genius of their generation.
This is the person chosen by the sea god.
In front of that man.
It's not even a joke.
They weren't even worth the other party killing them with their own hands.
The humiliation of being completely ignored is more despairing than death.
far away.
Bibi Dong struggled to her feet from the ruins.
She looked in the direction Qianyu had left, her expression complex and unreadable.
There is fear.
There was some apprehension.
But more than anything, it's a deep sense of powerlessness.
She fought for it her whole life.
They fought their whole lives.
She paid the ultimate price for that supreme position.
They even went so far as to transform into a demon, becoming neither human nor ghost.
But now.
But the man told her...
All of this is just children playing house.
True power.
It is possible to disregard rules, trample on divine authority, and casually enlighten mortals to become gods.
The clamor and fighting were left behind, and the overwhelming bloodlust at Jialing Pass finally faded somewhat as the distance increased.
Qianyu, accompanied by the two women, did not go to the Spirit Hall's camp, but instead went straight to a secluded villa behind Jialing Pass.
This place was originally a summer resort built by a nobleman of the Heavenly Dou Empire behind the pass. Now it is deserted and quiet.
Upon landing, Qianyu casually waved her hand.
An invisible barrier enveloped the entire courtyard.
The sounds of war drums, screams, and the awe-inspiring presence of the powerful outside were completely cut off in that instant.
Inside the courtyard, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo grove could be heard.
A few sparrows, oblivious to their own danger, were chirping and hopping around under the eaves.
"call..."
Qianyu let out a long breath, stretched out a big yawn, and her joints cracked like popping beans.
The overwhelming divine aura that once shook the heavens vanished in an instant.
At this moment, he looks like an ordinary man who has just gotten off work and is ready to enjoy the weekend.
"Every day it's all about pretending... cough, establishing authority, and fighting. It's really physically demanding."
As Qianyu spoke, she skillfully unbuttoned her snow-white outer robe and casually tossed it onto a stone bench beside her.
He was wearing a loose and comfortable black casual outfit underneath.
Seeing her father's unseemly appearance, Qian Renxue couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The previous heaviness and somberness were completely dispelled by this smile.
She strode forward, naturally picked up the outer robe that Qianyu had thrown down, carefully folded it, and held it in her arms.
"If Father was tired, he shouldn't have wasted so much time talking to those people."
"Wouldn't it be easier to just slap them all to death?"
Qian Renxue tilted her head, her golden eyes full of cunning.
Qianyu turned around and gave her a disgruntled look.
"You little brat, how come you're even more murderous than I am?"
"If you kill them all, who will witness your glory?"
"Besides, if they're all killed, who's going to clean up this mess? Do you expect me, their father, to sweep it myself?"
After saying that, Qianyu ignored the girl's nonsense and went straight to the kitchen in the other courtyard.
"Alright, stop being so cheeky."
"Didn't you just say you wanted sweet and sour pork ribs?"
"Go and fetch some water from the well in the backyard, and while you're at it, check if there are any scallions left in the vegetable garden."
Qian Renxue stuck out her tongue, placed Qian Yu's outer robe on the stone table, rolled up her sleeves, and ran to the backyard.
That cheerful figure, where was even a trace of the majesty of an angel?
She's clearly just a girl next door waiting for dinner.
As Qianyu watched his daughter's retreating figure, a fleeting smile crossed his eyes. He then turned to look at Haiyue, who had been silently following behind him.
The empress from the Cloud Desert seemed somewhat at a loss at this moment.
She stood barefoot on the bluestone slab, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, her beauty breathtaking, accentuated by her shimmering long dress.
But there was a hint of confusion in those clear, cold eyes.
She's good at killing.
She's an expert in illusions.
She is even adept at governing a region.
But this kind of "living life" full of everyday warmth was indeed a completely new realm for her, who had been sitting on the moonlit island for many years.
"Master...Master."
When Haiyue saw Qianyu looking over, her body tensed slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to bow.
What should I do?
Her voice carried a hint of fear, as if she were afraid of being disliked because she was useless.
Qianyu shook her head helplessly.
He walked up to Haiyue, extended a finger, and gently flicked her smooth forehead.
"Thump."
The sound was crisp and clear.
Haiyue covered her forehead, somewhat bewildered. Her cool expression instantly crumbled, revealing a dazed look.
"Don't call someone 'master' at home."
"It sounds like some kind of weird play."
Qianyu walked past her and into the kitchen, her voice drifting out softly.
"Come in and help out."
"You know how to wash vegetables, right?"
Haiyue paused for a moment, then nodded quickly, lightly touched the ground with her bare feet, and floated into the kitchen like a gust of wind.
"meeting!"
"Moon...Moon can learn."
Inside the kitchen.
Although it hadn't been used for a long time, it remained clean and tidy thanks to the dust-removing array.
Qianyu took out a piece of fine pork belly and a few fresh ribs from her personal storage space—which originally contained divine artifacts and rare treasures.
He bought it on a whim while passing through a town.
For him now, satisfying his appetite is no longer about survival, but about living.
"Wash this meat."
Qianyu pointed to the ingredients on the cutting board.
The sea and the moon are like facing a powerful enemy.
She nodded solemnly, her expression even more serious than when she was facing the five great god-kings.
She slowly raised her delicate hand.
A bright crescent moon mark suddenly lit up in the palm of his hand.
The water element in the air is gathering wildly.
A terrifying surge of soul power, as vast as the sea, rippled through the cramped kitchen.
"Crystal Moon - Purification!"
Haiyue gave a light drink.
A jet of moonlight water, imbued with ultimate purifying power, swept towards the poor piece of pork belly.
This is impressive.
Let alone washing meat.
Even if we were to blast this kitchen and the entire villa into dust, it would only take a few minutes.
"stop!"
Qianyu reacted quickly and grabbed Haiyue's wrist.
That terrifying soul power, capable of destroying a Title Douluo, vanished without a trace in Qian Yu's palm, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
Haiyue was startled and quickly withdrew her soul power, looking at Qianyu with an innocent expression.
"What's wrong... Master? Is Yue'er's soul power not pure enough?"
Qianyu looked at the piece of pork belly that had almost been purified into nothingness, and couldn't help but twitch her lips twice.
He released Haiyue's wrist and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Oh, Moon."
"I'm asking you to wash the meat, not to perform a ritual to send it to the afterlife."
"Besides, is meat washed with divine power even fit for human consumption?"
"That's for ghosts to eat."
Haiyue's beautiful face flushed instantly, like a student who had done something wrong, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak.
"sorry..."
"The moon is dull."
Qianyu sighed, picked up a wooden basin from the side, and filled it with some water.
"Watch."
"You should wash vegetables by hand, feel the water temperature, and feel the texture of the ingredients."
"Life is all about a sense of participation."
"If you have to use divine power for everything, what's the point of living?"
As she spoke, Qianyu personally demonstrated by putting the ribs into the water and gently rubbing them.
His movements were not fast, even somewhat slow and deliberate.
But every movement exudes a strange rhythm.
Those hands were just moments ago pointing out the world from the clouds, deciding the life and death of the God-King.
Now it was covered in oil and blood, and was being stirred in the wooden basin.
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