The Foreign Realm, the Border Wasteland.
"By the Immortal Lord's Dharma Decree, capture the living beings from another world!"
A thunderous voice rang out from the Nine Heavens, exploding above the entire Border Wasteland of the Foreign Realm!
At the same time, the dim, oppressive crimson sky was forcibly torn open, splitting into a gigantic rift!
Boundless golden divine radiance poured down through the rift, instantly scattering the surrounding blood-red mists.
Then, beneath God of Destruction's horrified gaze, a colossal Primordial Kunpeng phantom, vast enough to blot out the sun, slowly poked its head through the rift!
The Kunpeng was enormous!
Just one of its eyes was like a golden sun, radiating a terrifying pressure that made even the soul tremble!
Standing atop the Kunpeng's manifested form was a young man in a black-and-gold robe, his hands clasped behind his back.
The young man's face was stern, his black hair cascading like a waterfall. Yin and yang revolved around him, each wisp of his aura so heavy it seemed capable of crushing the eternal blue sky!
He was Jiang Chen's Tenth Sequence disciple: Ye Qingyu!
"Hm?! Who goes there?!"
God of Destruction jerked his head up. When he saw the colossal Kunpeng manifested form blotting out the sky, the Destruction Scepter nearly slipped from his hand and hit the ground.
How many billions of times stronger was that aura than the Three-Headed Hound's had been?
If that Three-Headed Hound had been a slightly stronger ant, then the young man before him was a colossal beast that had emerged from the Primordial Age!
"I am God of Destruction of the Douluo God Realm!"
"Who are you, sir? Why are you blocking my way?"
God of Destruction forcibly suppressed his fear, trying to use his title to intimidate the other man.
But Ye Qingyu merely glanced at him, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion, as if he were looking at a stone by the roadside.
"God of Destruction?"
At the title, the corner of Ye Qingyu's mouth curled into an amused smile.
"Never heard of you."
"But since my master says you're a living being from another world, you'll come with me."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Qingyu didn't bother with another word. He simply raised one hand and casually pressed it down toward the void below.
Boom!
In an instant, the Primordial Kunpeng manifested form behind him let out a piercing cry that seemed to rend metal and stone. A golden claw, large enough to cover a thousand li, plunged down from the sky!
"Arrogant!"
"I am a God King! You think you can bully me with a casual strike?!"
Seeing the other man treat him with such contempt, God of Destruction flew into a rage.
He was, after all, a ruler who had governed the Divine Realm for countless years. How could he tolerate such humiliation?
"Destruction Will, unleash your full power!"
"Divine Skill: Annihilation Divine Thunder!"
God of Destruction dared not hold back. He frantically burned the divine power within him, and the Destruction Scepter in his hand erupted with unprecedented purple light. It transformed into a purple pillar of lightning powerful enough to pierce the stars, and shot toward the golden claw!
But reality was nothing like the even match God of Destruction and the people of Douluo had imagined. It was a crushing rout.
Crack!
A crisp snap rang out. The purple pillar of lightning, said to be capable of destroying everything, shattered inch by inch the instant it struck the Kunpeng's golden claw!
Then the golden claw descended without the slightest hindrance, slamming God of Destruction—and the divine light protecting him—deep into the crimson earth as easily as swatting a fly!
"Aaagh!!!"
A shrill scream rang out.
When the dust settled, God of Destruction, who had been so full of confidence moments before, lay bloodied in the middle of a massive palm print, every bone in his body broken.
His Destruction Scepter had long since snapped in two, and even his once-imposing purple cloak had instantly turned to ash.
One move!
He had been subdued in a single move!
And that was the result of Ye Qingyu deliberately holding back, withdrawing all his power at the crucial moment.
Otherwise, just a wisp of the Supreme Realm power spilling from the attack would have left him utterly annihilated.
Ye Qingyu hovered above the Nine Heavens, his black-and-gold robe fluttering in the wind.
He glanced impassively at God of Destruction, who lay at the bottom of the crater with every bone broken, like a dead dog. With a casual flick of his sleeve, he swept the half-dead being from another world into a Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
The whole thing had gone smoothly and effortlessly.
Meanwhile, in the Douluo God Realm.
The Committee Hall.
"Clang!"
Having watched God of Destruction get subdued with a single hand, Asura God's Asura Blood Sword crashed heavily onto the divine-power floor, ringing with a piercing clatter.
Asura God stood rooted to the spot like a stone statue, his face full of terror.
"No, this is impossible! It must be an illusion!"
Asura God clutched his head, his voice so hoarse it was frightening.
"Destruction is a God King! He controls the laws of destruction in this universe!"
"Even the Dragon God of old couldn't have subdued him in a single move without giving him the slightest chance to fight back!"
"That black-robed young man used just one hand—just one hand!!!"
At that moment, the faith Asura God had clung to finally crumbled.
He couldn't accept that the divine-power system he had once been so proud of was as fragile as paper before the people of that world.
Beside him, Goddess of Life had already collapsed to the floor, tears blurring her peerlessly beautiful face.
Unlike Asura God, she didn't break down in hysterics. She only murmured God of Destruction's name, her voice filled with anguish.
As she watched her husband, who didn't know whether he still lived, on the Sky Screen, Goddess of Life felt as if her heart were being torn apart.
She could feel God of Destruction's despair in that moment—the helplessness of being crushed by power from a higher dimension.
"Why? Why make us see this?"
"If ignorance is bliss, then this Sky Screen is the cruelest punishment in the world!"
Elsewhere, in the Lower Realm, at Shrek Academy.
Unlike the despair in the Divine Realm, Tang San stood on Shrek Academy's training field, staring fixedly at Ye Qingyu on the Sky Screen, his Purple Demon Eye pushed to its limit.
"So powerful—too powerful!"
After witnessing that attack, Tang San couldn't help swallowing hard. His whole body trembled.
"That wasn't a Soul Skill. What exactly were the phantom fish and bird that appeared behind the black-robed man?"
"Could it be a supreme mystery containing the transformation of yin and yang?"
Although he didn't know what the Kunpeng Technique was, he knew perfectly well that its power belonged to an entirely different dimension.
"Even God King of Destruction lost."
At the thought, Tang San couldn't help clenching his fists.
At the same time, a bold idea came to him.
"If I could learn that technique too..."
"I'm going! I have to go to that world!"
At that moment, Tang San's Dao Heart had never been more resolute.
Since the God Kings of Douluo were useless, he would go learn the techniques of that world and become a god in that world!
Beyond the Sky Screen, in the Foreign Realm.
The Border Wasteland.
Just as Ye Qingyu put God of Destruction away and prepared to turn around and leave—
"Rumble—"
Suddenly, a muffled roll of thunder came from the far edge of the horizon.
Then the crimson firmament began to crack apart in vast swathes!
What's more, an ancient aura surged toward them like a tide, instantly sealing off the void for ten thousand li!
"That is..."
Ye Qingyu stopped and turned toward the horizon, his brow furrowed.
Through the rift in the void, an ancient chariot, forged entirely from an unknown immortal metal, slowly emerged!
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