Yun Ming was not at all surprised that Qian Renxue had come fully armed, looking as if she were ready for battle at a moment's notice.
After all, she was an Angel! A deity who presided over judgment and violent enforcement; how good could her temper possibly be?
Yun Ming took a light step, and a silver rune array manifested, enclosing the three of them within it.
"Let's go."
As the words fell, the three of them vanished.
Scanning the vast, empty wilderness around them and discovering it was just an ordinary patch of land with nothing unusual, Qian Renxue asked in a deep voice.
"Can you tell me now? Who is it?"
"Don't be impatient, you'll know soon enough."
As he spoke, Yun Ming pressed his palms together, and a killing intent so thick it was nearly tangible surged out from his body.
"Appear!"
With a low shout, Yun Ming rotated his palms slightly and pulled them apart, and a long, broad blood-colored greatsword, densely covered in dark gold magic patterns, slowly emerged.
What is this?
Sensing the terrifying killing intent and the familiar sword-like shape, Qian Renxue's lips parted slightly in astonishment. She had seen a similar sword before, but the slaughter sword intent contained within that one seemed far gentler compared to this. Moreover, while this aura resembled that of Tang San, there were significant differences; it was much purer than his.
Yun Ming did not notice Qian Renxue's surprise and continued his actions without pause. Pressing his hands into the void, he pushed the Shura Sword forward, hanging it upside down in mid-air. A series of obscure and profound divine incantations spilled from his lips, and the Mobius Spacetime Ring flickered in and out of existence within his eyes. A formless fire started at the crossguard and rapidly spread across the entire Shura Sword, burning it incessantly.
All phenomena in time and space are like fire; only after passing through a thousand tribulations can one see the origin. Yun Ming intended to refine this sword.
Clang, clang, clang—
As the divine sounds resonated, the Shura Sword hummed and vibrated, and the monstrous killing intent it had accumulated over countless years erupted, battering the formless field around it. It was resisting the spacetime power that was refining it.
Yun Ming's goal was not actually to destroy this super artifact. If a natal artifact suffered heavy damage, it would naturally be impossible to escape the corresponding deity's perception. Yun Ming simply knew who was behind it, but was too lazy to take the initiative to attack, so he wanted to lure them into coming to him. Besides, according to Poseidon, the super artifacts of the five God Kings were related to the origin of the God Realm, so he couldn't just ignore them.
God Realm, Shura God Palace.
"Do you require my intervention?" A majestic divine voice echoed through the palace, reaching the ears of the person on the throne.
"No need."
At the end of yesterday's meeting, Shura had stood with Destruction, advocating for an active strike. Shura had spent half a day allowing the remaining half of his god position, which resided within the palace, to re-possess him, preparing to personally make a trip to Douluo Star, never expecting to clash with Yun Ming's side.
After replying to Destruction, Shura slowly stood up.
Is this a destined fate? Very well, I shall see exactly what kind of path you have chosen.
With that thought, a magnificent, massive blood-colored light pillar erupted from the Shura God and shot into the sky. On this day, the gods of the God Realm once again felt this power that made their souls tremble.
"What happened? What could have prompted the Shura God to set out?"
"I don't know, I haven't heard of any major events!"
"..."
Only Poseidon understood the reason. He looked at the pillar of blood reaching the sky and sighed inwardly; in the end, it had still piqued the interest of those few. However, thinking of Yun Ming's situation, he felt a bit excited. Who would emerge victorious in the end? He was very curious.
And besides the God Realm, there was also someone on Douluo Star who sensed the information of the Shura Sword's "advent."
Inside a dark and secluded small courtyard, within a black-red giant cocoon, the Tang God King opened his eyes.
Sensing the exceptionally sharp sword intent of his natal super artifact, Tang San felt a burning heat in his heart. This was because it not only represented the appearance of Yun Ming, but also represented an opportunity for him to advance further.
"Clan Leader Tai Tan!!"
"Young Master!" Tai Tan, who was guarding outside the door, answered the order.
"Bring all the 'medicine' to me."
"Yes, Young Master."
Tai Tan did not understand the reason for the change in the blood transfusion rhythm, but he had no choice but to obey and delivered all the remaining "medicine" into the courtyard.
"This is not enough."
Qian Renxue's injuries had only just healed, and even with Tang San using evil arts to accelerate his recovery, he was still far behind despite being more severely injured than her.
"Reporting to Young Master, this is all the clan has left," Tai Tan reported truthfully.
"Is that so?"
Tang San replied with an unreadable tone while rapidly devouring the blood qi to accelerate his recovery.
"This old servant would not dare to deceive the Young Master," Tai Tan's tiger-like body trembled as he knelt to answer.
"I see. You may go."
Not hearing any blame from Tang San, Tai Tan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave, but just after he turned, Tang San's eerie voice came from behind him.
"Are you not 'medicine' yourselves?"
Hearing this, Tai Tan's pupils shrank violently, and a chill penetrated his body and soul.
"You—"
Tai Tan turned back, shouting in surprise; he wanted to ask for an answer. But before the words could finish, Tang San issued a death order.
"Those who defy the decree, slash!"
The word Slash rang out across the universe, and countless Killing Swords followed the decree, piercing into the minds of everyone within a one-mile radius.
Those within the estate trembled upon hearing it, then collapsed to the ground. Thousands of clansmen from the Power and Speed clans, regardless of age, gender, or cultivation level—save for the few who were out—had ninety-five percent of their number perish instantly under this single Slash from Tang San.
Even if Tang God King was severely wounded, he remained a God King who presided over slaughter; the gap between him and mortals was as vast as clouds and mud. Even if it were merely the Sound Kill Art, no one could withstand it.
Tang San's great-uncle-in-law Bai He was slightly luckier; he was in meditation and merely felt a trance before he was gone. As for Tai Tan.
Pfft—
Tai Tan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground. A Soul Douluo was exceptionally frail in the presence of a God King. His heart meridians had already snapped; the fact that he hadn't died instantly was only due to his cultivation forcibly sustaining his life.
Facing the Small Courtyard ahead, he continued to mutter unconsciously.
"Why... why."
The reason, of course, was that Tang San needed it! If the master had a use for them, they had a duty to sacrifice themselves; to refuse was the path to death. However, Tang San certainly wouldn't bother explaining himself to the dead.
The Blood Cocoon erupted with a suction force, and the Blood Qi of those within the estate was extracted, rapidly converging back toward the Small Courtyard.
The draining of his Blood Qi allowed Tai Tan to grasp one final moment of clarity before death, and he thought of his actions over these past few days.
What a sin.
His gaze dimmed, and Tai Tan passed away.
One void, one solid; one strong, one weak; one pure, one turbid.
Neither of the two Shura God powers, which shared the same origin but differed in form, could escape the notice of Yun Ming.
"It seems that one didn't die after all!"
Yun Ming looked toward the direction where the killing intent had suddenly erupted (Tang San) and spoke softly.
Qian Renxue gazed in that direction, her delicate nose slightly wrinkled, her brows and eyes filled with malice.
"An unexpected joy! It's perfect to finish him off with my own hands."
If not for Tang San, a Bibi Dong at her peak might not have been ambushed, and thus might not have died; he was an enemy as well.
Yun Ming cast a sidelong glance at the domineering Qian Renxue.
I hope your martial arts are as sharp as your tongue.
"Hmm? Do you have an opinion!"
Yun Mouren's gaze made Qian Renxue feel provoked.
Yun Ming shrugged and said.
"No, I believe in you."
"But compared to that surprise, we should deal with the main event first!"
"What do you think? Shura God."
A calm voice rang out from the Void.
"This seat thinks it is very good."
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