Chapter 222 The Realm of Gods.
The realm of gods.
There is no stench and darkness of the Killing City here.
Clouds and mist swirl around, and auspicious clouds drift by.
This is the source of rules, the place where all things reign supreme.
In this extremely remote and desolate corner of the divine realm.
A dark red palace stood there.
The palace was built of unknown black stone, each stone engraved with intricate and ancient patterns, exuding a chilling aura of iron and blood.
The Temple of Asura.
The main hall was empty and desolate.
Only on the enormous throne in the very center sat a figure.
The figure was imposing, his entire body covered in dark red magic-patterned armor.
He made no move.
It wasn't even breathing.
It is like an ancient sculpture, suppressing the killings and sins of all the heavens and myriad realms.
suddenly.
Those eyes, which had been closed for countless years, slowly opened.
What kind of eyes were those?
No pupils.
Only two burning flames of blood remained.
The moment those eyes opened, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze, and an invisible killing intent surged as if it were a tangible force.
The Asura God raised his hand.
The large hand covered in armor gently grasped at the void.
A faint wisp of red blood energy appeared out of thin air at his fingertips.
In this pure divine aura, this wisp of blood energy appeared exceptionally glaring and exceptionally violent.
That was Tang San's heart's blood.
Filled with endless resentment, despair, and desperate madness.
"Um?"
Asura God looked at the blood energy swirling around his fingertips, his nostrils twitching slightly.
"The bloodline of the Haotian Sect."
The sound was loud and resonated in the spacious hall, with a metallic quality.
The blood-red flame in his eyes flickered.
"A descendant of Tang Chen, huh?"
The Asura God remembers Tang Chen.
That was a successor he had once favored. If it weren't for the interference of the Rakshasa God, that mortal might already be standing in this divine realm.
pity.
That's in the past.
The source of this blood energy is not Tang Chen, but a younger, yet more tragically pitiful soul.
The Asura God's fingers gently caressed that wisp of blood energy.
Through this thread of cause and effect.
His divine sense instantly traversed countless light-years and descended above the Douluo Continent.
He saw the gloomy black hall.
I saw the crippled young man kneeling in a pool of blood, a shard of metal embedded in his chest, looking withered and emaciated.
That was Tang San, the former successor to the Sea God.
At this moment, Tang San no longer resembled a proud son of heaven.
Covered in blood, his face contorted, he looked like a vengeful ghost.
"waste."
The Asura God casually dispersed the blood from his fingertips, his tone devoid of any pity, only filled with intense disgust.
"That old bastard Poseidon has the same terrible taste as always."
"I chose a successor, and I got beaten up like this."
"Even the divine throne was shattered."
"It's a complete disgrace to the divine realm."
Although the Asura God wields power over killing, he places great importance on order and dignity.
To a being on the verge of becoming a god, being trampled underfoot like a dead dog in the mortal realm was, in his eyes, an utter disgrace.
but.
Criticism is one thing.
The Asura God's attention was quickly shifted away from Tang San.
He looked at the culprit who had caused all of this.
The man who shattered the Sea God's power with a single finger and crippled Tang San.
Lu Ming.
The Asura God's gaze deepened.
Through layers of dimensional clouds, his gaze locked onto the center of Douluo Continent.
The original Heavenly Dou Imperial City.
The current Divine Court.
...
It was afternoon on the Douluo Continent at this time.
The sun is shining brightly.
In the imperial garden of the Divine Court, hundreds of flowers bloom in competition, and there are flowing springs and waterfalls.
Lu Ming did not handle government affairs in the main hall.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue will naturally handle those trivial matters in an orderly manner.
He was lying on a specially made, large recliner.
Dressed in white, her hair as black as ink.
He closed his eyes, looking relaxed, and was playing with two exquisite jade stones that he had obtained from who-knows-where, making a crisp clinking sound.
The sunlight shone on his face, giving it a faint golden hue.
He looks like a rich young master who doesn't care about worldly affairs, where is there any trace of the majesty of an unparalleled god-king?
Peaceful and serene.
However.
The moment the Asura God's gaze fell upon them.
The once peaceful Imperial Garden suddenly stopped blowing.
The leaves no longer sway.
The sound of flowing water seemed to have been forcibly paused by some force.
A terrifying sense of oppression descended silently from the heavens above.
This pressure is imperceptible to ordinary people.
Even titled Douluo find it difficult to sense.
Only those who have reached the level of gods and touched the edge of the rules can feel that suffocating feeling as if the sky is falling.
It was a condescending scrutiny.
It's like humans observing white mice in a cage.
It was full of arrogance.
It was filled with indifference.
If it were an ordinary god-level expert, facing this gaze from the enforcers of the divine realm, they would probably have already knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.
But Lu Ming did not.
He didn't even change his posture.
He didn't even pause in his handling of the jade.
Instead, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Can't you sit still already?"
Lu Ming muttered to himself.
The sound was very soft, yet it clearly penetrated the frozen space.
The next second.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were as deep as an abyss, containing no awe, only calm and serenity.
He did not get up.
There was no bowing.
He just lay there lazily, slightly raising his head and looking directly at the azure sky above.
With eyes like swords, they go against the current.
It clashed with that grand will from the divine realm from afar.
"boom!"
Although there was no sound, it was as if a thunderclap resounded in the void.
Lu Ming smiled.
She was smiling brightly.
He slowly extended his right hand.
Facing the supreme heavens.
Looking into those eyes hidden behind the clouds.
Slowly.
He raised a long, slender middle finger.
Standardized movements.
powerful.
It was full of provocation.
...
The realm of gods, the Temple of Asura.
"Snap!"
The hard, black stone on the armrest of the throne, which had existed for countless years, instantly turned into dust.
The Asura God suddenly stood up.
That instant.
The entire hall was trembling.
A terrifying killing intent erupted like a volcano, instantly filling every inch of space.
"Arrogant!"
A furious roar shook the clouds outside the temple, causing them to shatter.
Although the expression on the face of the Asura God, hidden beneath his helmet, was obscured, his burning blood-red eyes were now blazing with fury.
As the enforcer of the divine realm, he ruled over all the gods and held a revered position.
For millions of years.
Whether they are ants in the lower realm or gods in the divine realm, who dares to disrespect him?
Who wouldn't be trembling with fear and walking on thin ice when they see him?
But today.
A boy from the lower realms.
A new god who has not yet officially ascended to the realm of gods.
How dare they give him the middle finger?
Although the gesture was strange, the humiliation it contained was so direct and blatant!
That was blatant contempt!
"How dare you!"
"What audacity!"
The Asura God, enraged to the extreme, laughed instead.
The laughter carried a chilling undertone.
"How dare a mere newly promoted God-King provoke my divine might like this?"
"It seems that the lower realm has indeed been without rules for far too long."
"Does this make you think that just because you have some power, you can act with impunity?"
The Asura God paced back and forth in the hall, his hands clasped behind his back.
With each step, a crack appears in the floor beneath your feet.
He had only sensed Tang San's summons and glanced at it casually.
He didn't really care whether Tang San lived or died.
After all, if a successor is lost, another can be found.
But now, the nature of the situation has changed.
Lu Ming's middle finger successfully ignited the true fire of this killing master.
"If this child is not eliminated, the divine realm will be in turmoil."
The God of Asura stopped and turned his gaze back towards the Douluo Continent.
His eyes revealed a murderous intent.
The power emanating from Lu Ming is very strange.
It was neither any divine power known in the divine realm, yet it was ridiculously powerful.
It can easily shatter the power of the sea god and also block his detection.
Such variables absolutely cannot be allowed to remain.
It must be nipped in the bud!
"If you want to die, I will grant your wish."
The Asura God slowly raised his right hand.
A dark red light began to condense in his palm.
That was the purest form of Asura divine power.
If he so desired, this divine power could be enough to raze the entire Heavenly Dou Imperial City to the ground.
But he stopped.
The realm of gods has its own rules.
Gods are not allowed to easily interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm, let alone arbitrarily attack mortals.
Although he is a law enforcement officer, he cannot make it too obvious, otherwise those other old guys will start nagging again.
"Since we can't just kill them directly..."
The God of Asura's gaze swept around before finally settling back on the City of Slaughter.
It landed back on Tang San, who was still desperately sacrificing his heart's blood.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The enemy of my enemy is the best piece."
"Tang San".
"Since you are filled with boundless hatred, since you are even willing to sell your soul."
"Then I will give you this opportunity."
"I will make you a knife in my hand."
"Go and tear that arrogant brat to pieces!"
The words fell.
The Asura God flicked his finger lightly.
The dark red divine power that condensed at his fingertips did not directly bombard Lu Ming.
Instead, it transformed into a shooting star.
It instantly pierced through the barrier of the divine realm.
With an unparalleled will to kill, it plummeted rapidly towards that dark corner of the Douluo Continent—the City of Slaughter!
Douluo Continent, Divine Court.
Lu Ming slowly withdrew his right hand.
The middle finger that had been pointing straight up at the sky was then lowered.
Above the sky.
That terrifying pressure, originating from the realm of gods and powerful enough to crush the void, vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.
Inside the Imperial Garden.
The stagnant space resumed its flow.
The gentle breeze that had stopped began to blow again.
The exotic flowers and plants in the flower bed swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.
The flowing springs and waterfalls beside the artificial hill once again emitted the crisp sound of flowing water.
Everything returned to normal.
Lu Ming lay back down on the large, comfortable, specially made recliner.
He tilted his head slightly upwards.
His gaze pierced through the protective array above the Divine Court, looking towards the azure sky.
Lu Ming laughed.
His deep eyes were full of disdain.
"Old man, are you getting impatient?"
Lu Ming spoke softly.
The tone was extremely casual.
In his words, that high and mighty Asura God was nothing more than a hapless old man.
beside.
In front of an exquisite white jade round table.
A stunningly beautiful figure sat there.
Gu Yuena.
She wore a magnificent silver gown with a flowing hem.
Her long, silver hair, like the finest silk, flowed smoothly down her back.
at this time.
The Silver Dragon King, renowned throughout the continent and ranked second on the charm list, appeared incredibly gentle and refined.
She was holding a golden, translucent orange between her slender, fair fingers.
Gu Yuena lowered her head.
He peeled the orange very carefully.
A faint, refreshing citrus scent filled the air.
After peeling the orange, she carefully picked out the few strands of white pith from the orange flesh.
Then he gently broke off a petal.
Gu Yuena leaned slightly forward.
He presented the plump orange segment to Lu Ming's lips.
Lu Ming opened his mouth.
Eat it in one bite.
The orange juice is sweet and refreshing.
Gu Yuena withdrew her hand, her amethyst-like eyes looking at Lu Ming.
"Husband, are they those guys from the divine realm?"
Gu Yuena asked a question.
The sound was clear and pleasant.
But when the words "divine realm" are mentioned.
A distinct and intense killing intent flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She is the Silver Dragon King.
It is the being that fell to the mortal world after the dragon god was split in two.
She has never forgotten the deep-seated hatred of the blood feud that led to the near extinction of the dragon race when the gods besieged them.
Now, I can sense the divine-level fluctuations coming from above.
Gu Yuena's deep-seated hatred was instantly ignited.
Lu Ming swallowed the orange pulp.
He looked at Gu Yuena and nodded.
"That old bastard, the Asura God."
Lu Ming spoke up.
"That old man couldn't sit still up there anymore."
"They're probably going to give Tang San a cheat code."
With Lu Ming's current strength.
The crimson meteor that fell from the realm of gods and headed straight for the city of slaughter could not escape his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She stopped peeling the orange.
A hint of worry appeared on her beautiful face.
"The power of the Asura God is very strong."
Gu Yuena was very clear about the details of the great war between the gods back then.
As an enforcer of the divine realm, the Asura God possesses exceptional combat prowess even among the God-Kings.
"That power carries the ultimate killing and destruction."
Should we prepare in advance?
Gu Yuena looked at Lu Ming.
"I'm going to the City of Slaughter to get that Tang San..."
Gu Yuena didn't finish her sentence.
Lu Ming then extended one hand.
He grabbed Gu Yuena's soft, slightly cool little hand.
Lu Ming pulled with a little force.
Caught off guard, Gu Yuena let out a soft cry.
She fell directly into Lu Ming's arms.
Lu Ming took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist.
Let her lean comfortably against his chest.
Lu Ming raised his other hand and gently stroked Gu Yuena's soft silver hair.
"What are you afraid of?"
Lu Ming burst out laughing.
His tone was full of arrogance and confidence.
"Let them come."
"How can I wipe them all out if I don't let them come?"
Lu Ming gently pinched Gu Yuena's cheek.
"Just look at Tang San, that piece of trash whose knees I've already crippled."
"Even if the God of Asura stuffed the entire divine position into his mouth, he still wouldn't be able to cause any trouble."
"Tang San was just a bait I left behind."
Lu Ming looked up at the sky.
"Those self-righteous old fogies in the divine realm have been living comfortably for too long."
"At that time, we will refine the realm of gods."
Lu Ming lowered his head and looked directly into Gu Yuena's eyes.
"I'll just turn it into your playground."
(End of chapter)