Dog Barks? Those Who Insult the Immortal Lord Die, One Palm Strike Annihilates the God of Destruction!

Although the Snow Empress did not react as exaggeratedly as her, her cold, clear eyes shimmered with an unusual brilliance.

Admiration for the strong is the instinct of all living beings.

Especially for Soul Beast overlords like them, who had fought their way out of the Far North, only absolute power could conquer their hearts.

The scene just moments ago—Jiang Chen's massive hand reaching across endless space to face two Immortal Kings alone, displaying an invincible aura—had undoubtedly struck a chord deep within these two women.

"Indeed..."

The Snow Empress sighed softly, her voice ethereal and distant.

"By comparison, the so-called God Kings of our world are truly as naive as children."

"Especially that God of Destruction; he struts around arrogantly every day, yet over there, he was snatched up and tossed into an alms bowl just like catching a bug."

Hearing this, Bing'er suddenly burst into a giggle.

"Hehe, Sister Snow, don't you think the God of Destruction is actually quite lucky?"

"Lucky?" The Snow Empress was slightly stunned, confused by the remark.

"Yes!"

Bing'er began counting on her fingers, analyzing the situation with a serious expression.

"Look, although he was captured and it's embarrassing..."

"But who captured him? It was Ye Qingyu!"

"And who is Ye Qingyu? He is the disciple of that Immortal Lord!"

"Doesn't being captured in that bowl mean he is being taken back to the Primordial Immortal Court?"

"That is the Primordial Immortal Court!"

At the mere thought of it, Bing'er's eyes filled with envy.

"A place where even the servants eat Spirit Crystal Rice, where even the pets play with dragon tendons, and where even pigs can become gods!"

"Even if the God of Destruction is a prisoner, just breathing the air there or eating the leftovers every day would be a monumental stroke of fortune!"

"Who knows, after a few years, he might be released from his cage and be able to poke us to death with a single finger!"

After listening to Bing'er's uniquely circuitous logic, the Snow Empress was startled, then fell into deep contemplation.

A long while later, she nodded with extreme seriousness.

"Bing'er, you are right."

"Rather than waiting for death in this world of withered Spiritual Energy, awaiting an inevitable heavenly tribulation..."

"It would be better to take a gamble in that world."

"At the very least..."

The Snow Empress looked up at the chaotic energy gradually dissipating in the Sky Screen, her eyes filled with longing.

"There, true Immortals exist."

"And everything we have ever pursued."

"If the Sky Screen were to choose me..."

The Snow Empress suddenly smiled, a smile like melting ice and the awakening of all things.

"Even if it meant becoming a maid to serve tea and water for that Immortal Lord, or warming his bed and folding his quilts..."

"I would be perfectly willing."

"After all, being conquered by such a powerhouse is, in itself, a supreme honor, is it not?"

Meanwhile, in the Primordial Immortal Court.

Outside the divine palace.

Clouds steamed and mists swirled, the air thick with immortal energy—a stark contrast to the murderous, desolate Border Wasteland of the Foreign Realm.

Thud.

Ye Qingyu was covered in blood, his hair, once white as snow, now stained crimson with the blood of a True Immortal.

He did not even bother to tend to the terrifying hole in his chest, instead kneeling heavily before the tightly shut doors of the palace.

He held the Purple Gold Alms Bowl high with both hands, his head bowed low in the utmost reverence.

"Disciple Ye Qingyu has fulfilled the mission!"

"The creature from the foreign world has been brought back!"

Inside the palace, there was silence.

Deep within, Jiang Chen leaned lazily against a soft couch as a pleasant chime sounded in his mind:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully enslaving and imprisoning the person of great destiny from the Douluo Plane: the God of Destruction!]

[Mission complete!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the reward: Quasi-Immortal Emperor weapon from the Emperor Fall Era: Chaos Boundless Bell!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the reward: one complete True Dragon Undying Medicine!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the reward: 10,000 Luck points!]

[Devouring the luck of the Douluo Plane... Devour successful! Luck Golden Dragon of the Primordial Immortal Court growth progress +10%!]

Listening to this series of rewards, Jiang Chen nodded slightly. The True Dragon Undying Medicine, in particular, could be used to heal Ye Qingyu's injuries.

As for that so-called God of Destruction...

At the mere thought of him, Jiang Chen's divine sense swept casually over the alms bowl. Looking at the purple figure inside, who had been scared out of his wits and now lay like a pile of sludge, a flash of boredom and disgust crossed his eyes.

Since the mission was complete and the rewards were in hand, this ant had lost its final shred of value.

"Throw him out."

Jiang Chen's voice was indifferent, as if he were disposing of a piece of useless trash.

"An ant like this only pollutes the air of the Immortal Court."

"Yes!"

At the entrance of the divine palace, a gate-keeping Daoist boy who appeared to be only seven or eight years old, wearing his hair in two topknots, responded respectfully.

The boy then took small, quick steps toward Ye Qingyu, reached out, and took the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.

Inside the bowl.

The God of Destruction, who had been in the depths of despair, felt a glimmer of inexplicable hope when he heard the words "brought back to the Immortal Court."

He didn't kill me! That terrifying Immortal Lord didn't kill me!

Could it be that he values my potential as a God King? Or does he want to recruit me?

Yes, that must be it!

The God of Destruction frantically comforted himself in his heart:

After all, I am the master of the Law of Destruction. If not for the difference in plane dimensions, I would be a rare talent even in this world!

They went to such great lengths to capture me; they must intend to cultivate me!

As long as I can cling to that Immortal Lord's thigh, what does a little humiliation matter!

At that moment, the God of Destruction was already fantasizing about being granted supreme techniques by the Immortal Lord, changing his fate, stepping on Anlan, and punching Yutuo.

However, the next second, he felt the world spin.

The opening of the Purple Gold Alms Bowl was unsealed, and a chubby little hand reached in, grabbed him by the neck like a stinkbug, and hauled him out!

"Off you go!"

Without even a glance, the boy flicked his wrist, and a massive force sent the God of Destruction flying, crashing heavily at the foot of the mountain...

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed. The God of Destruction's already shattered bones suffered further trauma, and he was reduced to a pile of sludge, with only a wisp of divine sense remaining.

But he couldn't care about the pain; the psychological gap was simply too vast!

From fantasizing about ascending to the heavens to being tossed out like trash—this humiliation was more painful than death itself.

"Damn it, damn it all!"

The God of Destruction lay in the dirt, looking up at the lofty gates of the Immortal Court, the resentment pent up in his heart finally erupting:

"I am a God King of the Douluo World, at the very least! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"If you didn't want me, why capture me in the first place!"

"Damn Immortal Court! Damn Immortal Lord! You bunch of blind..."

His curses were weak, but in the silence at the foot of the mountain, they sounded exceptionally grating.

However, the moment he spat out the last half of his insult, the Daoist boy, who had just turned to head back, suddenly paused.

A flash of fury instantly flooded the boy's delicate, porcelain-like face.

"Noisy! How dare you bark before the mountain gate!"

"Those who insult the Immortal Lord shall die!"

Before the words had even faded, the winds and clouds shifted!

A massive spiritual hand, blotting out the sky, manifested from thin air. Under the horrified gazes of everyone on the Douluo Continent, it slammed down upon the God of Destruction as if crushing an ant!

"No!"

Before the God of Destruction could react, he was slapped into oblivion by the Daoist boy.

His divine soul, his God position of Destruction, and even the very traces of his existence were erased in that single instant!

Not even a speck of dust remained!

After swatting the God of Destruction to death, the Daoist boy dusted off his small hands, acting as if nothing had happened at all.

"This is the Primordial Immortal Court, not some place where any stray cat or dog can come to bark."

"Pah."

With that, the Daoist Boy turned and left, leaving the sentient beings of Douluo petrified before the Sky Screen.

A God King...

Just like that, gone?

Erased as casually as swatting a fly by a mere gatekeeping boy?

Meanwhile, outside the temple gates.

Ye Qingyu remained in a kneeling position, not even turning his head to acknowledge the interlude that had just occurred behind him.

In his eyes, that so-called God of Destruction had been nothing more than a quest item from start to finish.

However, his own aura had withered to the extreme.

Having forcibly fused with a Dao Weapon, severed his own path to immortality, and withstood a direct attack from a True Immortal, his flame of life was now like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

Yet, he felt not a shred of regret, only the sorrow of failing to slay An Cangtian.

"This disciple is incompetent and failed to behead the enemy leader. Please, Master, punish me."

Ye Qingyu's voice was weak as he kowtowed to the ground.

"Creeeak—"

Yet at that very moment, the temple gates, which had remained shut for countless ages, slowly began to open.