Nine Dragons Pulling the Chariot, Anlan's Son Descends! Intercept!

Foreign Realm, Border Wasteland.

"By the decree of the Immortal Lord, apprehend the creature from the other world!"

A booming voice descended from above the Nine Heavens, exploding instantly across the entire sky of the Foreign Realm's Border Wasteland!

At the same time, the originally dim and oppressive crimson sky was forcibly torn open, revealing a massive rift!

Endless golden divine radiance poured down from the rift, instantly dispersing the surrounding blood-colored mist.

Following this, to the horror of the God of Destruction, a phantom of an ancient Kunpeng, vast enough to blot out the sun and moon, slowly poked its head out from the rift!

The Kunpeng was gargantuan!

A single eye was like a golden sun, radiating a terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble!

Standing atop the head of the Kunpeng manifestation, a young man in black and gold robes stood with his hands behind his back.

The youth had a cold expression and hair like a waterfall, surrounded by the energies of Yin and Yang. Every wisp of his aura felt heavy enough to crush the eternal blue sky!

This was Jiang Chen's tenth-sequence disciple: Ye Qingyu!

"Hmm?! Who goes there!"

The God of Destruction looked up abruptly. When he saw the Kunpeng manifestation blotting out the sky, he nearly dropped the Destruction Scepter in his hand.

That aura was more than a billion times stronger than that of the three-headed hound from before.

If the three-headed hound was a slightly stronger ant, then the youth before him was a behemoth that had stepped out from the ancient ages!

"This Seat is the God of Destruction of the Douluo God Realm!"

"Who are you? Why do you block my path!"

The God of Destruction forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, attempting to use his title to intimidate the other party.

However, Ye Qingyu merely glanced at him indifferently. There was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at a rock on the side of the road.

"God of Destruction?"

Hearing this title, the corners of Ye Qingyu's mouth curled into a playful arc:

"Never heard of it."

"But since my Master said you are a creature from another world, then come with me."

As his voice fell, Ye Qingyu didn't waste any more breath. He simply stretched out a hand and pressed it lightly against the void below.

Boom!

In an instant, the ancient Kunpeng manifestation behind him let out a piercing cry that could shatter gold and stone. A golden giant claw, large enough to cover a thousand miles, descended from the sky!

"Arrogant!"

"This Seat is a God King! How could I be bullied by you so easily?!"

Seeing the other party dare to slight him so, the God of Destruction was enraged.

He was, after all, a hegemon who had ruled the God Realm for countless years; how could he suffer such humiliation?

"Destruction Intent, full eruption!"

"Divine Skill: Annihilation Divine Thunder!"

The God of Destruction dared not be careless. He began to burn the divine power within his body frantically. The Destruction Scepter in his hand erupted with unprecedented purple light, transforming into a pillar of purple thunder capable of piercing stars, which he slammed toward the golden giant claw!

However, reality was not the evenly matched struggle the God of Destruction and the people of Douluo had imagined; it was a total rout.

Crack!

A crisp sound of shattering echoed. The purple thunder pillar, which claimed to be able to destroy everything, crumbled into pieces the moment it touched the Kunpeng's golden giant claw!

Following that, the golden giant claw descended without obstruction, swatting the God of Destruction—along with his protective divine light—deep into the crimson earth like a fly!

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream rang out.

When the dust settled, the once high-spirited God of Destruction was lying in a massive palm print, covered in blood, with every bone in his body shattered.

As for his Destruction Scepter, it had long since snapped in two, and even his majestic purple cloak had instantly turned to ash.

One move!

He had been suppressed in just a single move!

This was only because Ye Qingyu had deliberately controlled his strength, withdrawing all his power at the critical moment.

Otherwise, even a sliver of his overflowing Supreme Realm power would have been enough to scatter his soul into nothingness.

Ye Qingyu hovered above the Nine Heavens, his black and gold robes fluttering in the wind.

He looked impassively at the God of Destruction, who lay at the bottom of the pit with broken bones like a dead dog. With a casual flick of his sleeve, he drew the half-dead creature from the other world into a Purple Gold Alms Bowl.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, incredibly simple.

At the same time, the Douluo God Realm.

Committee Hall.

"Clang!"

After witnessing with his own eyes the God of Destruction being suppressed with a single hand, the Asura Blood Sword in the Asura God's grip slammed heavily against the divine-powered floor, emitting a harsh, crisp sound.

At this moment, the Asura God stood frozen in place like a stone statue, his face filled with terror.

"No, this is impossible! This must be an illusion!"

The Asura God clutched his head violently, his voice raspy and terrifying.

"Destruction is a God King! He is the master of the laws of destruction in this universe!"

"Even the Dragon God of the past could not have suppressed him without a shred of resistance in a single move!"

"That black-robed youth used only one hand, just one hand!!!"

At this moment, the faith the Asura God had long held finally collapsed.

He could not accept that the divine power system he took such pride in was as fragile as thin paper before someone from that world.

Beside him, the Goddess of Life had already collapsed to the floor, tears blurring her beautiful face.

She did not act hysterically like the Asura God, but merely murmured the name of the God of Destruction in immense agony.

Watching her husband, who was unaware of his own fate, on the Sky Screen, the Goddess of Life felt as if her heart were being twisted by a blade.

She could feel the despair the God of Destruction experienced in that moment, that sense of powerlessness after being subjected to a dimensional strike from a higher-dimensional force.

"Why, why must you let us see this?"

"If ignorance is bliss, then this Sky Screen is the cruelest punishment in this world!"

On the other side, the Lower Realm, Shrek Academy.

Unlike the despair in the God Realm, Tang San was staring fixedly at Ye Qingyu on the Sky Screen, his Purple Demon Eye pushed to its limit.

"So strong, too strong!"

Having seen that move clearly, Tang San could not help but swallow hard, his entire body trembling.

"That wasn't a soul skill. What exactly were the phantoms of the great fish and the bird that appeared behind that black-robed man?"

"Could it be a supreme mystery containing the transformation of yin and yang?"

Although he did not know what the Kunpeng Technique was, he was still very clear that it was power from an entirely different dimension.

"Even the Destruction God King lost."

At the thought of this, Tang San could not help but clench his fists tightly.

At the same time, a bold idea appeared in his mind.

"If I could also learn this technique..."

"I must go! I must go to that world!"

At this moment, Tang San's Dao heart was firmer than ever before.

Since the God Kings of Douluo were trash, he would go and learn the techniques of that world and become a god of that world!

Behind the Sky Screen, the Foreign Realm.

Border Wasteland.

Just as Ye Qingyu put away the God of Destruction and prepared to turn and leave.

"Rumble—"

Suddenly, a dull peal of thunder rolled in from the edge of the distant horizon.

Following that, the originally crimson firmament began to crack open in vast stretches!

Not only that, but an ancient aura surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly sealing the void for ten thousand miles around!

"That is..."

Ye Qingyu stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the horizon, and furrowed his brows.

He saw that within the rift in the void, an ancient war chariot, forged entirely from an unknown immortal metal, was slowly driving forth!