"We concede!"
Seeing the battlefield becoming increasingly dangerous—with even Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er struggling to hold on—Xu Cheng sighed softly. His voice echoed across the arena:
In an instant,a barrier descended between both sides of the battle.
"Match over!"
Jing Hongchen declared coldly:"Victory to the Clear Sky Sect."
"Huff... huff..."
Nan Qiuqiu half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. Her pretty face was pale with guilt. She had been the most useless person on the field, even needing Dong'er-jie to protect her.The pressure from the opposing side had been overwhelming.
All their stats had suddenly skyrocketed.They could barely catch their breath under that pressure.
Wang Dong'er frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes shifting toward Tang San in the audience area.
He wore a warm smile.The girl snorted coldly and turned away.
"As expected of a god."
Xu Cheng nodded slightly.
The gap between mortals and gods—or even demigods—was like an unbridgeable chasm. Though Ning Rongrong was "only" a Tier-2 God, just a tiny wisp of her divine power had completely flipped the battlefield, one they had otherwise been dominating.
Even he had felt a faint pressure.
"Second match—individual elimination round—will begin in ten minutes."
Jing Hongchen announced.
"Ah Cheng! They cheated!" Meng Hongchen stormed into the rest area, face full of frustration.
"We were clearly crushing them, but they just—!"
Ning Tian also looked exhausted.She had done her best, but still couldn't turn the tide.In fact, she had felt a mysterious, invisible presence dueling her from afar.
"It was Ning Rongrong."
Xu Cheng said softly.
He turned to Ning Tian, smiling:
"Your Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's ancestor. Must've been quite the experience to face her, huh?"
"It was her?!!"
Ning Tian was stunned.Her delicate face showed disbelief.
But then her eyes lit up with a fiery fighting spirit.
"No wonder…"
"Alright, alright," Xu Cheng chuckled."The other side sent a god into the battle. Losing is natural. Xiao Tian, no matter how strong you are, you're still only a Soul Douluo. You've got boundless potential, but until you reach the realm of gods, the gap's still too big."
"Losing's fine. I've got this from here."
"Okay!"
"Alright! Time to relax!"
"With Brother Cheng here, we're set!"
"Watermelon break, I'm dying of thirst…"
The group instantly dispersed into a relaxed buzz.
Xu Cheng's expression twitched."…???"
"Hahaha, everyone just trusts you!" Xiao Hongchen laughed, teasing."As long as you're around, we feel safe. Even against gods—we believe in you."
"Very well, leave the individual round to me."
Xu Cheng nodded slightly.
God? I'll slay one for you.
In his Sea of Spirit, the divine consciousness of the Rakshasa God had long reached demigod level, with signs of advancing to a true Tier-1 God.
According to his estimates, once he ascended to God King, the Rakshasa's divine consciousness could also fully awaken—becoming a complete Tier-1 deity.
Of course, Tang San didn't require that much—not yet.
And as for Ning Rongrong...
He wouldn't be courteous.
Let her go where she belongs.
Xu Cheng channeled his divine sense, activating the Temple of Destruction within his Sea of Spirit. His spiritual rank spiked upward.
Ning Rongrong, hidden in the clouds like a deity observing the world...But Xu Cheng was the sparrow watching the mantis.
"My current Destruction God position is still hollow—no real authority yet—but I can call in favors…"Xu Cheng grinned.
As expected, within moments—
A thick shadow emerged from the Temple of Destruction.
"My lord, you summoned me?"
The God of Ruin bowed respectfully.
"The Divine Realm forbids interfering in the mortal world. That rule is meaningless now."
"I don't expect you to check her with laws. Just use your strength and drive her off Douluo Planet."
Xu Cheng said calmly.
"You're a Tier-1 God, with deep heritage. Facing a Tier-2 support god like her shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Of course not!"
The Destruction God's eyes lit up with excitement.
To assist this lord? That alone was enough to satisfy him.
Pride, Greed—those arrogant fools were all jealous of him. After all, one step ahead means a hundred steps ahead.
In the "workplace" of the gods, Destruction had missed his chance once and had never been in the top ranks of the old Lord Destruction's favorites among the Seven Deadly Sins.
Now, with a new lord rising to inherit the divine seat, it was all but guaranteed.
He, as a subordinate, had managed to be the first to build rapport. In fact, the others were green with envy just a few days ago. Everyone wanted to get close to the future master, but only he had left a good impression.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been summoned today.
"Rest assured, my lord! I'll get rid of her at once!"
He pounded his chest and bolted off eagerly.
"Third Brother, do you need me to help in the upcoming match?"
From the cloud layers, Ning Rongrong looked down at the grand arena, packed with nearly a million spectators.The roars of the crowd shook the heavens—even she was a little moved.
Ten thousand years ago, when the original Shrek Seven Devils stepped into the spotlight—it had felt just like this.
But time had passed. Now, they were all gods.
"Go ahead."
Tang San hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.
When it came to his own people, he was never polite. If it were someone else, perhaps he'd show some humility—but with Ning Rongrong, someone he'd fought beside for centuries, there was no need for barriers.
"Hahaha! Third Brother, didn't expect even you to get like this."
Another voice rang out—
Oscar laughed heartily.
"Want one of my sausages? Since we ascended to the Divine Realm, you haven't had one in ages."
"Same original flavor! Will bring back the taste of ten thousand years ago!"
"Get lost!"
Tang San laughed and cursed.
"Don't wave that thing in front of me. If you want to eat it, go ahead—or give it to Rongrong."
"Third Brother~"
Ning Rongrong chuckled behind her hand.
They were all adults now.Joking around—even with innuendos—was no big deal.
"The individual elimination match begins now!"
Jing Hongchen's voice rang out right on time.
"Both sides, enter the field!"
"Alright, Rongrong, apply full support to all Clear Sky Sect members entering the match. I want them to lose face from round one."Tang San narrowed his eyes.
But the festive buzz from before...Vanished.
"Rongrong?"
Tang San blinked.
Several seconds passed.
No response.
"Oscar!!"His brows furrowed deeply.
"Something's wrong!"
Tang San looked stunned."Where are they?!!"
At that moment—Beyond the clouds—
Ning Rongrong and Oscar stood stiffly, as if facing their greatest foe.
Their eyes were fixed on the figure before them—standing tall and proud—
The God of Ruin.
"Get lost if you don't want to die.I've got no patience for your nonsense."
The God of Destruction sneered, not bothering with formalities.
"..."
Oscar and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance.
Knowing they were in the wrong, they had no words to argue.
They glanced worriedly downward—then vanished in a flash.
"Heh. That went smoother than expected."
The God of Ruin raised an eyebrow.
"Time to report back.The lord will definitely be pleased—hahaha!Let the rest of them stay jealous~"
(End of chapter)