Chapter 225 Bibi Dong
Tang San's movements paused for only a very, very short moment.
If it were the same Tang San from before, who still championed justice and spouted lofty ideals, it would be different.
Perhaps they will weigh the pros and cons and feel a little reluctant.
But now.
Those hypocritical masks had long been shattered by Lu Ming.
His heart had been completely soaked and corroded by the venom of hatred.
What's so bad about murder?
What does massacring a city matter?
As long as Lu Ming can be killed.
What does it matter to him whether other people live or die?
These degenerates deserve to die!
Tang San suddenly straightened his back from the blood pool.
With a whoosh.
It brought up a large amount of thick, sticky blood.
Those long, slender legs, covered in eerie blood-red patterns, landed firmly on the mud at the bottom of the blood pool.
Steady and powerful.
It is filled with explosive power.
He did not hesitate at all.
Tang Sandao:
"kill!"
"Kill them all!"
Tang San's face was extremely twisted and ferocious.
He cracked his dry, bleeding lips, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
Like a demon crawling out of hell, baring its fangs.
Tang Sandao:
"As long as I can get revenge."
"As long as we can tear Lu Ming to pieces!"
"I'm willing to become a demon!"
"I am willing to slaughter all living beings in the world!"
The moment the words fell.
Tang San suddenly formed a hand seal in front of his chest.
The dormant divine power within him erupted completely.
An extremely terrifying devouring force swept outwards from him like a hurricane.
Buzz—
A dull hum echoed deep underground.
A massive dark red halo stretched along the ground, spreading wildly throughout the entire Killing City.
It was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, it covered every corner of the killing city.
This is the inner city of the Killing Capital at this time.
Outside the hellish killing field.
Countless irrational and depraved individuals are brandishing weapons and engaging in a frenzied battle in the streets.
Limbs and severed arms flew about, and blood stained the dark stone pavement.
Suddenly.
The entire city shook violently.
Huge cracks appeared in the hard ground.
"What happened?"
There's something underground!
The burly men wielding giant axes stopped in their tracks in alarm.
Before they could even react...
Swish swish——
Countless blood-red chains, formed from pure killing intent, shot out from the ground like venomous snakes emerging from their holes.
*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
The dull thuds of flesh being pierced echoed throughout the room.
These blood-red chains pierced the chests of every degenerate on the street with deadly precision.
It directly locked their hearts.
There were no cries of pain.
Because there was no time to wail.
The expressions of terror on the faces of those who had fallen were not even fully formed.
The moment their bodies came into contact with the chains, it was as if ice and snow were meeting boiling water.
It shrinks and shrivels up rapidly.
In the blink of an eye.
The once strong body was forcibly drained of all its vital energy.
The skin clung tightly to the bones, turning into a dried-up corpse.
Life was completely taken away.
The chain snapped back sharply.
One after another, translucent, grayish-white souls were forcibly pulled out of those withered bodies.
The same scene.
It happened in the outer city, the inner city, and even in every hidden corner of the killing city.
Whether they are newcomers who have just entered this place.
Or perhaps it's the old monster who's been surviving here for decades.
No one could escape the pursuit of the blood-red chains.
The soul, stripped of its body, struggled painfully in mid-air.
It emitted a series of piercing and shrill screams.
The combined sound was enough to shatter an ordinary person's eardrums and mind.
But it was all in vain.
Thousands upon thousands of souls were being pulled apart by the invisible power of the Asura God Array.
They transformed into a gray-white torrent.
Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they all surged towards the hellish blood pool deep underground.
In the center of the blood pool.
Tang San stood against the wind.
He spread his arms high.
His chest was completely open.
He allowed countless venomous souls filled with fear and despair to crash into his body one after another.
"ah!"
Tang San raised his neck and let out a roar of extreme pleasure.
Each infusion of a soul causes his body to tremble violently.
That immense, unbelievable resentment, deathly aura, and murderous intent.
It is frantically transforming his internal organs.
It altered his divine power attributes.
His bones emitted a popping sound like popping beans.
The meridians, which were originally crystal clear due to the power of the sea god, were now all stained a dark red like ink.
His hair is also undergoing a strange change.
Start from the roots.
Her originally smooth, deep blue hair gradually transformed into a dazzling scarlet red.
Her long hair, as if it had drunk its fill of blood, grew wildly.
It only stopped growing when it reached waist length.
It moves freely and unrestrainedly amidst the raging air currents, even without wind.
Tang San devoured the souls of the fallen ones surging around him with almost greedy intent.
The souls of 100,000 people.
This was a unilateral, inhumane massacre.
This is a force of immense power and terrifying terror.
As the process of devouring continues.
Tang San's aura began to rise exponentially.
The realm that had fallen due to severe injuries was quickly restored.
A level 90 titled Douluo.
Level 95 Super Douluo.
A level 99 peak peerless Douluo.
Bang!
It seemed as if an invisible constraint had been broken through in an instant.
The realm of demigods!
And this upward trend continues, showing no signs of stopping.
That aura grew increasingly terrifying.
It is filled with extreme evil and pure killing intent.
The entire underground space shook violently under this ever-increasing momentum.
The top rock strata show extensive cracks.
Countless stones, each weighing thousands of pounds, crashed down from above.
However.
The rubble had not yet gotten close to Tang San's body.
The dark red divine energy that appeared on his body instantly crushed him into the finest powder.
Blood formed a huge whirlpool at his feet.
The Asura God's divine armor gradually solidified and took shape on his body.
Dark red metallic barbs.
A hideous demon mask.
Every inch of it exudes a ferocious power to slaughter all living beings.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the last soul.
The entire Killing City has been completely reduced to a dead city with not a single living person.
The churning of the underground blood pool subsided.
Tang San slowly lowered his head.
He opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
Two blood-red beams of light, almost tangible, shot out from his eyes.
It melted directly into the hard rock wall, creating two bottomless black holes.
At this moment, he...
Its aura was as deep as the ocean.
He no longer possessed any of the holiness, tolerance, and peace he once had as the successor of the sea god.
The rest.
Only the violence that destroys everything.
Tang San raised his hands.
He looked at his hands, covered in blood-red veins and encased in dark red armor.
He felt the inexhaustible killing power surging within his body, like a galaxy or the universe.
He was obsessed with the feeling of grasping supreme power.
He clenched his fists tightly.
The surrounding space seemed to groan under his grasp, unable to bear the weight any longer.
Black spatial rifts spread outwards from his fist.
Tang San raised his head.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick layers of rock.
He looked directly at the ground, at the distant ruins of the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.
They looked towards the direction of the Divine Court.
Tang Sandao:
"Lu Ming".
"You'll break your neck and wait."
"This time, even if it means we both perish, I will skin you alive and tear your tendons out!"
The chilling voice carried the might of a demon.
It rushed straight to the surface along the passage.
The clouds above the Killing City were instantly dyed a deep, indissoluble crimson.
Night fell.
Divine Court.
Observatory.
This tower is carved from a single piece of flawless white jade and soars into the clouds.
The surrounding stars were dim and lifeless.
A strong wind howled past, blowing against the carved railings at the edge of the platform.
Lu Ming, dressed in a dark gold robe, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the railing.
His gaze was fixed on the distant night sky.
At the northern horizon, a dark red halo was churning violently.
That was no ordinary celestial phenomenon.
Instead, it was an extremely rich and concentrated blood energy.
A surge of blood energy rose into the sky, dyeing the originally dark night sky a deep crimson.
The clouds churned and churned like boiling water.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth trembled at it.
In the far distance, the wind carried an extremely strong aura of killing intent.
That was the wailing of countless dead souls.
One hundred thousand degenerates were brutally tortured, their bones and tendons pulled out.
The soul was forcibly extracted.
Such horrific acts have given rise to immense resentment.
The resentment traversed endless space, heading straight for the divine court.
Even the protective divine light surrounding the Star Gazing Platform rippled under the impact of this aura.
Lu Ming quietly watched the rolling blood cloud.
This aura is extremely domineering.
It was filled with a mad desire to destroy all living beings.
"Has it finally started?"
Lu Ming spoke softly.
His tone was flat and indifferent.
There was not a single emotional fluctuation.
He certainly knew what that blood cloud represented.
Deep underground in the City of Slaughter, where the sun never shines.
That cripple whose knees he had personally broken and who had been exiled here.
In the end, they took the final step.
A very faint sound of footsteps came from behind.
The high heels clicked crisply on the white jade floor.
clatter.
clatter.
clatter.
The footsteps stopped three feet behind Lu Ming.
A wonderfully pleasant fragrance wafted over.
It's Bibi Dong.
She wore a magnificent long dress in purple and gold.
The hem of her skirt trailed gracefully on the clean, dust-free ground.
She wore a purple-gold crown on her head, symbolizing the divine court and the empress.
He held the scepter in his hand.
But at this moment, her beautiful face was filled with undisguised disgust.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly.
Her delicate nose twitched slightly.
Her gaze passed over Lu Ming's shoulder and landed on the dark red sky.
"That aura..."
Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly.
"It's disgusting."
As an entity that inherited part of the Rakshasa godhood.
Bibi Dong has an extremely keen sense of the evil forces in the world.
The Rakshasa God is a deity who controls evil thoughts.
The aura of evil was not unfamiliar to her.
But the aura from afar was completely different.
It is not just evil.
It also carries a pure, insane killing intent to slaughter everything in heaven and earth.
That is the power of the Asura God.
It is the ultimate killing intent generated by the fallen enforcers of the divine realm.
Asura and Rakshasa are both opposing yet share the same origin.
Their auras met from afar.
The fragments of the Rakshasa God within Bibi Dong's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
This made her feel extremely physically uncomfortable.
A sharp pain emanated from the depths of his soul.
She gripped the scepter tightly.
The knuckles were slightly white.
Lu Ming did not turn around.
He continued to gaze into the distance.
"That was Tang San's last struggle."
Upon hearing this name, a chilling murderous intent flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
She will never forget the battle at Jialing Pass.
The young man wielding the Trident of Poseidon once attempted to destroy her Martial Soul Empire.
If it weren't for Lu Ming's sudden emergence.
Ascend to the top of the charm rankings and become a god-king.
The outcome of that battle was utterly unimaginable.
The Martial Soul Empire has now been renamed the Divine Court.
Lu Ming is the sole ruler of the Divine Court.
And she, Bibi Dong, was personally appointed as the Goddess by Lu Ming.
She personally executed Yu Xiaogang, that hypocritical good-for-nothing.
The obsession I once had has completely vanished.
Now, the only person in her heart is the man in front of her.
Anyone who dares to challenge Lu Ming's authority must die.
Bibi Dong knew perfectly well what Tang San's fate would be in the City of Slaughter.
The power of the Sea God was shattered by Lu Ming's divine might.
Both knees were severely injured, making even standing a luxury.
They were exiled to that dark and sunless underground prison.
Such a useless person should have suffered endless torment in the pool of blood until he breathed his last.
But now, this soaring divine power clearly proclaims...
Tang San has become a god.
Moreover, it is an extremely terrifying demigod realm.
They even went so far as to sacrifice the souls of 100,000 fallen souls.
The purple Rakshasa divine power flickered uncertainly at the tip of Bibi Dong's staff.
She took a step forward.
He walked to Lu Ming's side.
"My husband."
Bibi Dong called softly.
His voice carried a hint of seeking instructions.
"Do you need my help?"
As long as Lu Ming nods.
She will immediately lead the million-strong army of the Divine Court.
They completely razed that killing city to the ground.
They crushed that reckless Tang San into powder.
Although Tang San's aura is extremely strong now.
But she was confident.
As the goddess herself, she would never be defeated by a stray dog.
Lu Ming finally looked away.
He turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong beside him.
Then, he gently shook his head.
"Need not."
Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback.
A hint of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Lu Ming looked at the blood-red night sky.
A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It was a kind of mockery that showed control over everything and a superior attitude.
"Let him develop for a while."
"I want him to feel like he's capable."
"Stomp him to death again."
These words were spoken with a light and casual tone.
Yet it exudes an aura of supreme dominance.
This is Lu Ming.
The sole ruler of the Douluo Continent, the supreme God King.
So what if Tang San sacrificed 100,000 souls?
So what if you can rebuild broken bones and don the armor of the Asura God?
In Lu Ming's eyes.
It was all just a show.
A pastime he used to pass the time.
If Tang San could be easily killed.
That would be far too boring.
In his endless suffering, Tang San grasped at the Asura Divine Sense as a lifeline.
They believed they had gained the power to rival the God-King.
He thought he could come and get revenge on him.
Tang San charged into the Divine Court, filled with hatred and confidence.
At the moment when you think you are at your strongest.
It was crushed again by Lu Ming with a single finger.
That kind of despair was the best gift for Tang San.
To kill someone, you must destroy their spirit.
Upon hearing these words, Bibi Dong's heart trembled violently.
She looked up at the man's profile.
His chiseled face exuded a calm and collected air, as if he controlled all living beings.
This is her husband.
This is the man who completely conquered her, making her willingly submit.
Only such a peerless being exists.
Only she is worthy of Bibi Dong.
(End of chapter)