Chapter 224 Sacrifice
Qian Renxue's exquisite and perfect features were filled with pride.
There was also an undisguised unwillingness to admit defeat.
She flapped her six wings and slowly descended onto the cloud-covered rooftop.
White boots stepped onto the pristine white jade floor.
It makes a crisp sound.
A golden light flashed in Qian Renxue's hand.
A long, slender sword, entirely gleaming gold and engraved with angelic runes, appeared in her hand.
This is the Angelic Sword, representing the inheritance of the angelic divine position.
Qian Renxue stepped forward.
She raised her right hand, which was holding the sword.
He pointed the sharp tip of his sword directly at Lu Ming.
Thousand-foot Snow Path:
"I want to spar too!"
Her tone was utterly provocative.
In the afternoon, we were at the back of Shenting Mountain.
She witnessed Lu Ming personally guiding Shui Bing'er step by step.
During this time, the two had many intimate physical contacts.
Around noon.
She also sensed that Gu Yuena had transformed into a silver dragon on the cloud-sea rooftop, and was playing around with Lu Ming in the clouds.
She was one of the Divine Empresses personally appointed by Lu Ming.
Qian Renxue has always been proud and arrogant.
She was unwilling to be ignored at this time.
Qian Renxue refused to admit defeat.
Since Gu Yuena can find an excuse to come here for a friendly sparring match.
She, Qian Renxue, can do the same.
Her current strength is also at the demigod level.
They were only one step away from the true angelic throne.
She wanted to show Lu Ming her current power.
Lu Ming looked at Qian Renxue's spirited and determined appearance.
He wasn't angry.
Lu Ming said:
"good."
Lu Ming gladly accepted the challenge.
He was still dressed in the same casual attire.
He did not summon any martial spirit.
He also did not mobilize the devastating power of a half-step god-king within his body.
Even their standing posture remained unchanged.
He just stood there, empty-handed.
Upon seeing this, Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow slightly.
She knew Lu Ming was incredibly powerful.
But Lu Ming's nonchalant attitude still ignited her competitive spirit.
Qian Renxue's six golden wings flapped suddenly.
A sudden gust of wind arose.
She transformed into a golden lightning bolt.
They vanished from their spot in an instant.
It moved so fast that it tore a black crack in the air.
Qian Renxue's figure appeared above Lu Ming's head.
She gripped the hilt of the angel's sword tightly with both hands.
The demigod power within him erupted like a volcano, frantically pouring into the sword.
The angelic holy sword emitted a clear, ringing sound.
A thick layer of golden flames ignited on the surface of the sword.
The angel's holy sword was brandished, radiating golden light.
The entire Yunhai Tiantai was illuminated by this dazzling golden light, as bright as day.
The sun's brilliance paled in comparison at that moment.
Qian Renxue raised the holy sword high.
He used all his strength to slash fiercely at Lu Ming.
The golden sword energy transformed into a giant crescent-shaped blade of light in the air.
With an overwhelming force capable of cutting through everything, it hurtled straight at Lu Ming's face.
Qian Renxue held nothing back with this sword strike.
Lu Ming looked up at the golden light blade that was so close to him.
His expression remained unchanged.
Just as the sword energy was about to touch his hair.
Lu Ming slowly raised his right hand.
His movements seemed very slow.
But just before the sword's edge fell, it stopped steadily in mid-air.
Lu Ming held the sword blade between two fingers.
The index and middle fingers are as steady as Mount Tai.
A crisp collision sound rang out on the rooftop.
The scene froze completely at that moment.
The powerful golden sword energy, capable of splitting a mountain range, vanished instantly.
The blade of the Angelic Holy Sword, burning with holy flames, was firmly held in place by Lu Ming's two fingers.
It could not move forward even half an inch.
The blazing angel fire couldn't even leave a trace on Lu Ming's fingertips.
Qian Renxue was suspended in mid-air, her hands still in the downward chopping motion.
She felt as if her sword had struck an unshakeable, ancient sacred mountain.
The immense recoil caused her hands to go numb.
Lu Ming raised his head slightly.
He looked into Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes.
Lu Ming said:
"Xue'er, you're too slow."
These are just five simple words.
This directly ignited the little temper in Qian Renxue's heart.
She is a demigod.
The speed of that sword strike was already her current limit.
But in Lu Ming's eyes, it was simply too slow.
Qian Renxue forcefully pulled her sword back.
The Angelic Holy Sword seemed to be permanently attached to Lu Ming's finger, and he couldn't pull it out at all.
The snow was thick and the air was thick.
She stared at Lu Ming with her beautiful eyes.
Thousand-foot Snow Path:
"That's because you're too abnormal!"
Aside from the word "abnormal," she couldn't find any other words to describe Lu Ming's strength.
She couldn't even sense how much force Lu Ming had used.
It was as if he had simply held up two fingers at random.
Lu Ming listened to Qian Renxue's complaints.
He released his fingers very decisively.
Qian Renxue was already forcefully pulling her sword back.
Losing her balance, her body tilted backward uncontrollably.
Just as she was about to flap her wings to steady herself.
Lu Ming made a move.
Lu Ming flashed and appeared behind Qian Renxue.
It completely ignored the obstacles of space.
He stretched out his strong arms.
He grabbed her slender waist and hugged her tightly.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Lu Ming used a little force to pull Qian Renxue completely into his arms.
He lowered his head and brought his face close to Qian Renxue's ear.
Lu Ming said:
"All warfare is based on deception."
His voice carried a hint of laziness and mockery.
Qian Renxue was startled by the sudden hug.
Immediately afterwards, he sensed the familiar masculine aura emanating from Lu Ming.
Her demigod power, which she had been working hard to activate, collapsed and dissipated instantly.
Qian Renxue's body went limp, and she dropped her sword.
It felt like all my strength had been drained.
The angelic sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Qian Renxue leaned limply against Lu Ming's firm chest.
She turned her head slightly, and two blushes rose on her fair cheeks.
Thousand-foot Snow Path:
"You...you're cheating."
The voice no longer had the same dominance as before.
All that remains is the coquettishness of a woman in front of her beloved man.
A powerful demigod, the Divine Queen of the Divine Court.
At this moment, however, she resembles a wronged little girl.
Lu Ming did not refute.
His arms around Qian Renxue's waist tightened even more.
Lu Ming turned his head to the side.
His thin lips almost touched Qian Renxue's earlobe.
Lu Ming breathed into her ear.
Warm breaths hit my sensitive earlobe.
Qian Renxue trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
A tingling sensation instantly spread from the base of my ears throughout my entire body.
Lu Ming said:
"Winning is all that matters."
This matter-of-fact tone completely extinguished Qian Renxue's temper.
Her hands rested limply on Lu Ming's arms that were wrapped around her.
Her legs were weak and she could only stand up with Lu Ming's support.
Qian Renxue was so aroused that she went limp and let Lu Ming take liberties with her.
Her breathing gradually became heavy.
Her chest was also rising and falling slightly.
She gave up all resistance.
Lu Ming's large hands gently caressed her waist.
Even through the armor of the angelic divine attire, her movements still carried a highly aggressive and provocative air.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes.
She leaned against Lu Ming's chest.
The idea of sparring had long been forgotten.
Instead, there is a full sense of tenderness and shyness.
Above the Cloud Sea Terrace of the Divine Court, tender feelings are spreading silently.
The sunlight was warm and tranquil.
But deep underground, thousands of miles away.
This place, however, is an extremely dark place where sunlight never shines.
The City of Slaughter.
The air was filled with a nauseating, pungent smell of blood.
The towering rock walls all around had a deathly dark red hue.
This underground world, stained by blood and sin year after year, has long since lost its original color of soil and stone.
A chilling wind swept through the hall, carrying with it the mournful cries of countless departed souls.
This is the dirtiest and most depraved corner of the entire Douluo Continent.
It is also a purgatory forgotten by the world.
And in the deepest part of the killing city.
Below the end of Hell Road.
There is a colossal pool of hellish blood.
The liquid in the blood pool churned violently like magma in a volcano.
Thick, sticky blood kept surging upwards.
Large, scarlet blood bubbles emerged.
The blood bubble swelled on the surface of the water, then burst with a "pop".
It exudes an extremely malevolent resentment that could drive an ordinary person mad.
Tang San was standing in this boiling blood.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his face was as pale as paper.
At this moment, Tang San's body was incomplete.
Blood had reached his waist, and his lower body, below the knees, was completely empty.
There was no support there.
That was something that was shattered by Lu Ming's supreme divine power on the battlefield of Jialing Pass.
It was shattered into nothingness along with the power of the sea god.
The flesh at the broken bone site had already turned black and died.
At this moment, Tang San was completely immersed in the scalding hot hellish blood pool, enduring the extreme torment of being pierced by a thousand arrows.
Blood kept flowing back into his body through his wound.
It tore at the last remaining meridians in his body.
boom!
Without any warning.
A dark red beam of light, as thick as a water bucket, shot straight up from the deepest part of the blood pool.
The red light instantly illuminated the entire dimly lit underground cave.
The pillar of light carried an aura of endless slaughter.
It was an absolute sense of oppression that placed one above all living beings.
This is pure Asura divine thought.
The Asura's divine sense descended.
The dark red divine light, like a giant blood cocoon, completely enveloped Tang San.
Divine thoughts manifested as a terrifying, tangible force.
It directly and forcefully rushed into Tang San's limbs and bones.
They are forcibly reshaping his broken body.
pain.
The indescribable pain instantly overwhelmed Tang San's reason.
Tang San clenched his teeth.
His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and even a trickle of blood seeped out.
The veins on his forehead bulged out, like dragons coiled beneath his skin.
The beads of sweat, barely visible on the skin, were instantly evaporated into white mist by the surrounding scorching blood vapor.
The high-purity energy in the blood pool surged wildly into his severed legs.
The sound of bones growing forcefully was particularly jarring in the empty underground cave.
Click click.
Click click click.
White bone fragments pierced through the blackened, rotten flesh, extending downwards little by little.
Every inch of growth requires enduring excruciating pain, like having one's bones ripped out and marrow sucked dry.
Next came bright red blood vessels and thick muscle fibers.
They are like vines that have come back to life from hell, intertwining and weaving rapidly along the bones.
The excruciating pain came wave after wave.
This process of reshaping the divine body was ten or a hundred times more painful than when Lu Ming shattered the kneecaps.
Tang San gripped the hard rocks at the edge of the blood pool with both hands.
The fingers spasmed violently due to excessive force.
He carved ten deep grooves into the hard, dark red rock.
The fingernail snapped and turned outwards, and blood mixed with stone chips fell in a steady stream.
But he refused to back down an inch.
Time slips away, bit by bit.
Under the forceful infusion of Asura's divine will, his legs finally grew back to their complete shape.
But.
Those are not the legs that a normal human being should have.
Newborn skin does not have a normal skin color.
Instead, it was covered with one strange blood-red pattern after another.
These blood-red patterns resemble some kind of ancient and evil curse runes.
It writhed slightly under his skin, as if it were a living thing.
It was deeply imprinted in his bones and flesh.
It constantly emitted a chilling, dark red light.
With each flash of red light, the violent energy within Tang San's body intensified.
The excruciating pain gradually subsided.
Instead, it gives a feeling of fullness and energy.
Tang San suddenly tilted his head back.
His once delicate face was now completely distorted and deformed.
His eyes were completely bloodshot, with no whites visible at all.
Only endless madness and murderous intent churned in his eyes.
He recalled the disastrous defeat at the Jialing Pass battlefield.
I recalled the tragic scene of Fatty Ma Hongjun's self-destruction and death.
He recalled the scene of his father, Tang Hao, being killed by Lu Ming in one blow.
I was reminded of the humiliation of my teacher, Yu Xiaogang, being publicly executed.
Even Ning Rongrong and Oscar were blacklisted and disappeared, their fate unknown.
And that person.
Lu Ming, who ruined everything for him.
Now he sits high on the throne of the divine court, surrounded by his former lovers and enemies, enjoying the submission of the entire continent.
Tang San opened his mouth.
It let out a shrill roar like a maddened beast:
I want power!
"I'm going to kill Lu Ming!"
The roar was deafening.
The echoes lingered above the blood pool for a long time.
His voice was filled with resentment and hatred that even the Yellow River's water could not wash away.
The tremor caused rocks to fall from the surrounding cliffs.
Just then.
A grand, solemn voice, filled with supreme pressure, exploded directly in Tang San's mind.
The voice lacked any human emotion.
High above, indifferent to the common people.
Asura God Path:
"Endure the pain."
"As long as you can endure the process of reshaping your divine body and accept the judgment of Asura."
"You will be reborn and become the new generation of Asura God."
Tang San listened to the voice in his mind, his chest heaving violently.
He was breathing heavily.
All I could smell was the strong stench of blood.
The position of the Asura God.
This is the only lifeline he can grasp right now.
The power of the sea god had already been crushed by Lu Ming with his bare hands.
Only the Asura God, representing slaughter and judgment, can fight against that freak who has already ascended to the God King level.
The Asura God's voice paused slightly.
Then it rang again.
This time, his tone was filled with undisguised cruelty and bloodlust.
Asura God Path:
"but."
"To completely control this supreme killing power, one must cross the barrier of demigods."
"You will need to pay the corresponding price."
"The existence of the Killing City is precisely for the purpose of selecting and cultivating the most outstanding inheritors."
"Now, all you have to do is sacrifice the souls of the entire Killing City."
"Use the lives of these 100,000 fallen ones to fill the energy gap in the divine position."
"Use their flesh and blood to pave your path to godhood and becoming the supreme god-king."
Sacrifice everyone?
(End of chapter)