All Forces, Advance to the Douluo Continent!
The Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Continent took in every reaction from the people of Douluo.
The bullet comments arrived right on cue.
[Meng Jiu: Seeing Yu Xiaogang like that makes me want to laugh-let's see how that good-for-nothing keeps barking now!]
[Old Wang: And that Lightning Serpent fell over, chair and all, scared witless!]
[Xiao Tian: What a bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world!]
[Zhou Yueban: A reminder: the Divine Realm can't protect you. Before long, our army will reach the Douluo Continent. Get ready, all of you, and wait for death!]
Sea God Island.
The Sea God's pupils abruptly contracted, and the halo of divine power around him trembled faintly.
"Fifteenth place... is a God King..."
"Fifteen God Kings..."
For the first time, the god who had believed victory was firmly in his grasp looked dazed.
Within the blood-red clouds, the Asura God's voice fell silent for a long while, uttering not a word.
Only the red clouds deep within the rift in the sky churned more violently than before.
At the sight, a trace of mockery flashed through Soronson's single eye.
"What's wrong?"
"Too frightened to speak?"
"A bunch of good-for-nothings who think too highly of themselves!"
The Asura God's voice descended heavily from deep within the red clouds.
"Good. Very good."
"I've underestimated your Holy Spirit Continent yet again. Fifteen God Kings. Very good indeed!"
Soronson's single eye lifted slightly, his tone casual.
"In that case, kneel and take your leave."
"Don't get cocky!"
The Asura God's voice suddenly turned sharp, yet he seemed to be forcibly suppressing something.
"Remember, whoever laughs last must still laugh best!"
"What?"
A mocking smile curled Soronson's lips.
"You think you still have a chance to wipe us out?"
Deep within the red clouds, silence lingered for two breaths.
"Who knows?"
Those lightly spoken words were like a thorn, pricking unease into one's heart.
Soronson frowned.
He slowly raised his hand, black mist boiling around him.
Intertwined crimson and pitch-black power compressed furiously in his palm.
Eight crystalline wings lit up at once, making that mass of power resemble a star of calamity about to be born!
"Evil Spirit Demon Flash!"
Hiss-!!!
A crimson-black beam shot from his palm, tearing through the sky and driving straight toward the scattered red clouds!
But-
At the very instant the attack was about to reach them!
The scarlet clouds abruptly contracted inward and vanished entirely!
With the red clouds gone, the sky suddenly blazed a blinding white beneath the beam's radiance!
Boom-!!
Immediately afterward, crimson-black shock waves exploded above the clouds, violent power of chaos splashing and spreading like ink.
In the blink of an eye, every cloud in the sky was dyed pitch-black!
Black clouds loomed over the city, as though a shadow of chaos had shrouded the entire sky.
Soronson gazed at the empty heavens, his single eye narrowing slightly.
"You certainly ran fast."
As his words fell, he slowly turned his head, his scarlet eye settling on the charred figure on the sea's surface.
"Next,"
"It's your turn!"
Watching Soronson approach step by step, the Sea God could no longer hide the terror in his eyes.
"You... what are you going to do?!"
Beside them, Holy Thunder spoke.
"Soronson, you can't kill him."
"He must be handed over to the Lord."
Soronson stopped, his single eye sweeping indifferently over him.
"Don't worry. I won't kill him. I know that much of the rules."
"I'm merely going to punish him a little."
His voice slowly lowered, cold and sinister as an abyss.
"Make him pay a little interest for attacking, mocking us, and beating our people earlier."
His words fell.
He casually raised a hand-
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two pitch-black tentacles shot from the black mist!
One coiled around the Sea God's only remaining arm.
The other thrust into his mouth and wound tightly around his tongue!
Then-
They were ripped off together!!
"Aaaaaah-!!!"
A scream like a pig being slaughtered rang across the entire expanse of sea!
The Sea God rolled frantically over the scorched ground, golden divine blood splashing everywhere.
He had been a god for countless ages; thunder striking his body had never made him frown, nor had myriad arts burning his flesh changed his expression.
Yet at this moment, he truly felt what pain meant for the first time.
He simply could not bear it.
Soronson withdrew his tentacles and looked down at the figure rolling on the ground, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his single eye.
"A Sea God who can't speak or strike is much easier on the eyes."
Then he turned his head toward the bridge.
"Little one, lock him up."
"And take Bo Saixi along too, the one the Sea God is keeping barely alive."
"Let the Lord deal with them."
Then he lowered his head, overlooking the shattered island below.
The Sacred Pillars were all destroyed, the Divine Temple reduced to ashes. The sacred land that had once shone with the Sea God's radiance now held only scorched earth and broken reefs.
"From this day on,"
"Sea God Island is no more."
Lingxiao walked up beside Soronson and respectfully requested instructions.
"Lord Soronson, what about these Soul Masters who are still alive?"
Soronson swept his single eye over them indifferently, his tone as bland as though he were handling a trivial matter.
"Kill everyone who resists."
"Leave those who don't to fend for themselves."
With that, he turned, hands behind his back, his eight wings unfurling.
"Once this is over, prepare to head to our next destination-"
"The Douluo Continent!"
"I'll make those bastard Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent experience the consequences of running their mouths!"
"Let them learn that running their mouths about the Holy Spirit Continent brings a fate more terrifying than death!"
Lingxiao nodded.
"Yes!"
The Divine Realm.
Thud, thud, thud-
The Asura God staggered back five or six steps, barely stopping when his back met a pillar of the Divine Temple.
Fortunately, he had withdrawn quickly.
Otherwise, he probably would have had a bitter pill to swallow.
That feeling of even his divine soul screaming-once was enough.
Beside him, the God of Destruction watched him act as though facing a formidable enemy, his brows knotting tightly.
"Now... you don't even have the courage to take a single attack?"
Without turning his head, the Asura God spat out a cold reply.
"You try it?"
The God of Destruction choked.
Try it?
He wasn't stupid.
The power of that crimson-black beam had been perfectly clear in the Water Mirror.
Even a divine treasure like the Asura Demon Sword had been cracked by a single strike across two planes!
Thus, the God of Destruction slowly straightened and stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unfathomable.
"What I mean is,"
"Before I make my move, no one knows whether I'm weaker than him."
"And as long as I don't fight-"
"The answer to that question will forever remain in a superposition of strong and not strong."
"Whereas you belong to only one state: weaker than him!"
The Asura God: ...
The Evil God King coughed lightly, interrupting the farce.
"Enough. Stop joking around."
His gaze swept over everyone before returning to the Water Mirror.
"What should we do next?"
Silence fell within the hall.
The gods' gazes converged on the Asura God.
After all, he was the only one who had directly fought that mysterious powerhouse.
The Asura God remained silent for a moment, then slowly straightened.
The discomfiture in his eyes receded little by little, replaced by the depth befitting the leader of the Five Great God Kings.
"First, finish examining the traits of their fifteen God Kings."
"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never face defeat in a hundred battles."
"The rankings are still continuing. The Heavenly Screen will bring them before my eyes, one by one."
As he spoke, his gaze returned to the Water Mirror, a cold gleam gradually gathering deep within his eyes.
"Besides, I already have a way to deal with them."
"This time, victory-"
"Will surely belong to the Divine Realm!!"