Witness

"You are not worthy to touch him."

Snow Empress suddenly glanced behind her, her tone slightly gentler than usual, "Even if the world is full of evil, kindness is still worth protecting."

Just as flowing water washes over a rock, if the water fails to erode the rock, then the rock is destined to change the water.

A cold light refracted the moonlight, resembling either a meteorite or the aurora borealis, instantly catching Nuozhi's eye.

There was no time to use her Soul Skill, Nuozhi simply crossed her arms and raised them.

However, the hasty block was ineffective; not only did his body crash into the courtyard wall, but his left hand also broke off at the elbow, leaving him alone with his mutated pincers.

Amidst the ruins, Nuozhi struggled to break free of the rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood, filled with a chilling aura, solidified into crystals before it even dripped.

Nuozhi raised his hand in bewilderment; his lower body was remarkably clean, and the natural advantage he once relied on seemed incredibly fragile.

Relying on the Tidal Giant Crab and its mutated hands, how many giant whales did it once slay, and how many dragon beasts did it once hunt?

Losing his right hand might give him a chance to launch a sneak attack, but he's not necessarily good at head-on combat.

Despite his best efforts, he still lost his left hand, and despair began to set in for Nuozhi.

Tidal Giant Crab's combat advantages lie in its physique and its ability to avoid water. It is strong in defense against defensive types and strong in attack against Power Attack System. Apart from its speed, it has almost no weaknesses.

For Nuozhi, losing both hands is worse than a tiger losing its forelimbs.

Nuozhi immediately knelt down, disregarding his image, and quickly begged for mercy, weeping and wailing, "Your Majesty, I am unworthy, I apologize, spare my life, I beg you to spare my life, from now on I will be at your service."

Their strength completely overwhelms me; they might even be ranked as Super Douluo. Compared to dignity, life is obviously much more important.

Nuozhi would rather be a dog than die immediately.

The Snow Empress did not answer. The courtyard fell into a brief silence. The temperature dropped again, and snowflakes filled the sky, like willow catkins dancing in the wind.

Nuozhi's face turned deathly pale. He Frisk a decision being made and shouted a threat, "If I Self-Destruct, you might not be able to protect him!"

They didn't list any requirements, nor did they offer any perfunctory explanations. Their purpose was obvious: to eliminate the problem completely.

At this moment, Nuozhi had no way out. Even if he used his true form to Final Gambit, he might not be able to escape, and would most likely die on the spot.

His only chance of survival was a young man in the distance, and if the enemy showed any hesitation...

Nuozhi's face hardened, and then he gathered all his Soul Power, creating an invisible storm that shook off the broken stones, his Soul Power raging like boiling oil.

To survive in the face of death, ruthless methods are certainly necessary.

"Choose, Your Majesty!"

Nuozhi stared intently at Snow Empress, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Protect him, or kill me."

It was late at night, and the manor was dimly lit.

In the study, Dianya was still awake, reviewing the accounts from recent years.

Footsteps came from the porch, and the door opened immediately. The girl turned around in surprise. Her mother, whom she hadn't seen for several months, Gui Yue, who had been missing for a long time, appeared almost at the same time.

"Mother, Gui Yue."

Dianya asked with slight surprise, "You?"

The disturbance did not spread; apart from the area around the city lord's mansion, everything remained as calm as ever, and no news emerged.

Naturally, Dianya was unaware that the facade of peace had been completely shattered, revealing a bloody reality.

If Nuozhi absorbs the Soul Ring, the Belun region will definitely change hands, and the Belun Family will either have to submit or be forced to flee.

Only one Titled Douluo can be enshrined in a region. Others who are on the verge of breaking through will be severely suppressed unless they belong to the same faction!

"Tina, take care of Gui Yue."

"Hopefully, it's not too late."

The woman in palace attire gave a brief instruction and then prepared to go out again.

If Nuozhi intends to exploit the foreign youth, perhaps negotiations are still possible; at most, she'll just have to withdraw from Belun. In any case, she doesn't have much of her other businesses left, so it's a good opportunity to relocate to Tianshui and reunite with her mother.

Changing certain things may require risking one's life.

Changing certain things may require a certain level of awareness.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, petals rained down, and a corpse was nailed into the wall, an ice spike protruding from its chest, without leaving a trace of blood.

The ferocious expression and frenzied resentment all symbolize the fact that the current dean of the School of Life, Nozhi, has been dead for a long time.

The boy leaned against the base of the apricot tree, the fallen blossoms almost covering his body. Beside the apricot tree, the snow-haired girl stood like a sculpture.

Have you made a decision?

"Achieving peace is hard-won, and even if its time is short, it is all the more precious."

The courtyard was silent, as if an answer had already been given.

A heavy wind swept through the courtyard, and falling petals obscured the view. The snow-haired girl glanced back at the courtyard before looking away.

In the shadows of the eaves, the woman in palace attire froze for a moment before slowly stepping out of the hidden area.

"Soul Master, witness this moment."

As petals fall like rain, the snow-haired girl's form fades, "Witnessing the future."

The palace-dressed beauty felt a sudden flutter in her heart.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night, and a deafening roar of thunder Belun.

In the courtyard, all the petals burned simultaneously, the flames a crimson hue, like rouge or blood.

A raging storm swept across an area of almost ten miles, Thunderclap light overturned the night sky, as if an apocalyptic natural disaster had struck.

A thousand years have passed since the celestial phenomena were altered, and now the reckoning is about to begin.

The Thunderclap did not strike immediately, but instead gradually gathered its power, seemingly having developed intelligence, preparing to wipe out the rebellious creatures in one blow.

This is divine punishment; there is no escaping it, no escape from it.

Memories of the past are both clear and blurry.

It was born with intelligence, protected all living beings, slept for a thousand years, and awoke in confusion. Ten thousand years in the world seemed like a moment.

The self that shelters all living beings, the self that shelters its youth, until the very end, when death arrives, life suddenly seems vibrant and colorful.

Even if death is inevitable, at least you have left behind memories.

The courtyard was engulfed in flames, and the raging storm quickly subsided.

As if time had stood still, the Thunderclap had dissipated, and silence returned as if to the dead of night.

"Goodbye."

The voice was ethereal, unfamiliar yet gentle, even tinged with a hint of regret.

The flames spread, converging to form a scarlet halo, the color then settling and turning into a crimson hue.

The palace-dressed beauty cried out, "Soul Beast sacrifice!"

The boy is at most fourteen or fifteen years old; such an opportunity could even guarantee him a title.

A crimson halo shone brightly in the night sky, almost suppressing the Thunderclap's might; it remained remarkably clear even from twenty or thirty miles away.

Promotion!

Promotion!

Promotion!

As his cultivation level soared, Thunderclap power crackled and roared, as if an abyss were about to overturn the sky, seemingly about to tear apart the night and destroy the mortal world.

Naturally, the moment of true ascension, divine punishment will surely descend, annihilating all living beings beneath it.

So-called divine punishment does not require the intervention of gods; a mere glance is enough to crush the mortal world.

Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, sunshine, drought, and flood—all are part of the natural order and cannot be altered!

All living beings of this world, do not overstep your bounds!

The Thunderclap power and oppressive force were immense, carrying countless thoughts. At most, it caused some aftershocks, but the palace-dressed beauty's face had already turned pale.

The Douluo World has never lacked legends of gods.

Legend has it that all of this is witnessed by the corpses of those who defied the law.