Furina's Elegant Curtain Call! Forbidden: Descent of the Hydro God! Exposed!

The previous few abilities, if viewed by ordinary soul masters, were already god-tier skills.

Whether it was reflecting damage, immunity to crowd control, or that clone with one hundred percent of her strength, taking any one of them out would be enough to make a Titled Douluo invincible among their peers.

But for someone like Tang San, who possessed a divine inheritance and an incredibly high standard, while they were stunning, they were not enough to make him despair.

That was until the name of the seventh ability appeared.

"Forbidden..."

The corner of Tang San's eye twitched.

An ability that could be crowned with these two words was certainly no child's play.

Before the crowd could even react, the image on the Sky Screen changed abruptly.

It was no longer the pitch-black void from before.

This time, it was above a vast, boundless deep sea.

The surface of the sea was as calm as a giant mirror, reflecting the stars that filled the sky.

The young girl Furina, dressed in that blue and white ornate gown, wearing a tilted top hat, and holding a long sword that flowed with a luster like mercury, stood barefoot upon the surface of the sea.

She did not move.

She merely lifted her skirt slightly and performed an elegant curtain call.

The next instant.

BOOM—!

The previously calm sea surface instantly boiled.

Billions of tons of seawater surged into the sky behind her, yet they did not scatter; instead, they rapidly condensed, compressed, and took shape in the air.

In the blink of an eye.

A massive phantom, standing a thousand zhang tall, appeared abruptly between heaven and earth.

The phantom looked exactly like Furina, but it was composed entirely of the purest deep-blue divine power, wearing a crown, radiating immense majesty, with eyes flowing with divine light that held both compassion and judgment.

The divine might was like a prison.

That aura was no longer the oppressive feeling of a Soul Beast, nor was it the pressure of an ordinary god.

It was a pure manifestation of laws that stood above all living beings.

"That is..."

Qian Daoliu stood on the balcony of the Worship Hall, the Angel Sacred Sword in his hand trembling slightly.

He felt it.

It was a noble aura that was even purer and more ancient than the Angel God.

In the image.

The long sword in Furina's hand swung gently downward.

The movement was soft, as if she were conducting a grand opera.

At the same time.

The thousand-zhang-tall Hydro God phantom behind her performed the exact same action.

At that moment.

Heaven and earth lost their voice.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no ear-splitting roar.

There was only a thin blue line spanning heaven and earth, slowly sweeping across the entire image.

Wherever it passed, time stood still, and space solidified.

Following that.

That vast sea, along with the firmament above it, and even the unknown river of time, were all neatly sliced into two halves under this single strike.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and no law could repair it.

A single strike to sever the ages.

This was "Forbidden: Descent of the Hydro God".

It was not mere slaughter, but in the name of a god, a verdict of "severance" passed upon all things in the world.

The image gradually faded.

But this strike, which stunned the world, was branded deeply into everyone's mind as if it were a permanent mark.

Immediately after, the style of the image changed abruptly.

It was no longer a scene of world-destroying combat, but instead became soft, warm, and even carried a hint of ambiguous atmosphere that made one's heart race.

It was a private garden in Skywater City.

The sunlight was just right, and the breeze was gentle.

Furina was not wearing her usual elaborate gown, but had changed into a light, casual dress, sitting at a white round table with a delicate teacup in her hand.

Sitting across from her was that very man—Neuvillette.

Neuvillette held a file in his hand, seemingly occupied with official business.

"Neuvillette."

Furina set down her teacup and rested her chin on her hands, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a mischievous smile.

"Do you think my outfit today suits this sword?"

As she spoke, she tapped her finger lightly.

The divine artifact capable of severing eternity, the Radiance of Still Waters, had shrunk into a delicate hairpin, which she casually tucked into her silver-white curls.

Neuvillette set down the file in his hand and looked up.

Those vertical pupils, usually indifferent and majestic, now reflected only the figure of the young girl before him.

He did not offer a perfunctory reply, but instead studied her with extreme seriousness for a moment before speaking softly:

"The sword is honored by your presence."

"Whether it is a divine weapon or a hairpin."

"By your side is its best destination."

Furina was clearly satisfied with this answer, a smile blooming on her face that was more radiant than the sun.

She stood up and spun around, her skirt fluttering.

"Hmph, I suppose you know how to talk."

"I, the Hydro God, am in a good mood today, so I'll lend you this sword to peel an apple."

With that, she actually pulled out the hairpin, transformed it back into a longsword, and tossed it to Neuvillette.

Neuvillette actually caught it.

A supreme divine artifact, ranked second in existence, was now in his long, powerful hands, used for nothing more than peeling an apple for the person beside him.

The scene froze at the moment the two locked eyes.

That unspoken rapport, that sweetness and indulgence flowing through the air, made the entire atmosphere of the Douluo Continent seem to change.

On the ramparts of Jialing Pass.

A deathly silence reigned.

Tang San's hand, gripping the Asura Demon Sword, trembled slightly.

He looked down at the murderous, blood-soaked demon sword in his own hand.

Then, he recalled the elegant and magnificent Radiance of Still Waters from the scene just now, a blade that could both sever eternity and serve as a hair ornament.

A strong sense of frustration surged into his heart like a tide.

"Is this... the gap?"

Tang San gritted his teeth, the words squeezed out from between them.

The Asura God, known as the greatest combat power of the God Realm, the enforcer.

The Asura Demon Sword, known for judging the gods.

Yet, in the face of that "Descent of the Hydro God" strike, Tang San felt that the Asura divine power he took such pride in was like the brute force of a country bumpkin.

Crude.

It was far too crude.

What they had was art, was authority, was the direct manifestation of laws.

And what was his?

Hacking people?

Slaughter?

"I don't believe it!"

Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"This must be an illusion!"

"It's just a sword; how could it possess such world-destroying power? And 'peeling apples daily'—this is simply an insult to a divine artifact!"

He tried to use anger to cover up the fear in his heart.

But deep within his soul, a voice kept echoing:

Is the Asura God truly still the ultimate authority?

At the very least, judging by the display just now, whether it was the bottomless "Dragon Rite" of Neuvillette or the unreasonable "Descent of the Hydro God" of Furina.

The status they displayed seemed to be no longer beneath that of the Asura God.

And perhaps... even more so.

The Martial Soul Hall camp.

Beneath the massive statue of the Six-Winged Angel, Bibi Dong was dressed in her magnificent Pope robes, clutching her scepter, yet her face was deathly pale.

She had originally been in the midst of intensely deploying the general offensive plan against the Heaven Dou Empire.