Blood and golden feathers intertwined in mid-air, emitting a series of crisp crackling sounds. Tang San felt his body being constantly impacted by powerful forces, his Soul Power and internal energy seemingly being stripped away, continuously flowing out from his wounds. "Not good!" Tang San roared inwardly, knowing that his injuries had been completely controlled by his opponent. If this continued, he would undoubtedly be defeated!
Ignoring his injuries, Tang San once again activated the Asura Blood Sword, his figure flashing as he charged towards his opponent. His only chance now was to counterattack the moment his opponent attacked. Golden feathers trembled continuously within the blood energy, emitting a series of crisp sounds. Tang San's figure flickered, his Soul Power and internal energy circulating wildly within him, his steps becoming unpredictable. He was like a black shadow, rushing towards Qian Renxue with lightning speed.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue seemed to have no intention of stopping Tang San. Her figure, like a golden light, rushed towards Tang San.
Just as Tang San was about to rush in front of Qian Renxue, an invisible force pressed down on him from all directions.
"Not good! It's a domain!" Tang San's heart jolted. It was too late for him to break through the opponent's domain. Almost instantly, his body was completely imprisoned in place by that invisible force, unable to move an inch.
The golden feather, like a streak of light, flew from Qian Renxue's hand and shot towards Tang San's brow. At that moment, Tang San felt as if his spirit had been stunned, and the golden feather stopped not far in front of his brow.
The golden feathers trembled slightly, but Qian Renxue's eyes revealed a faint disdain. " Tang San, is this your strength? Don't you think you look like a circus clown?"
Tang San was startled. He realized that what the other party said was true. From the very beginning, he had never truly seen through her. Qian Renxue's strength far exceeded his expectations. Her control and indescribable attack methods were beyond his comprehension.
Faced with absolute power, any skill seems insignificant. The Angel Holy Sword in her hand emitted a soft golden light, while the Soul Power within her body seemed to be drawn away by something, constantly flowing out from her wounds.
Tang San understood that this feather was probably her Soul Bone Skill, and moreover, it was his own human form's Soul Bone Skill. Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but feel a little dejected. Was he really going to die here today? No! I can't die! A determined light flashed in Tang San's eyes. Although his wounds were still bleeding, he couldn't care less about that.
" Tang San, are you trying to escape? The successor of the Asura God, is this all you've got?" Qian Renxue's mocking voice echoed in Tang San's ears, and he could even sense her presence. At this moment, Tang San felt a strong sense of humiliation; he had never been so angry before.
The Asura Blood Sword in his hand trembled. At this moment, his hands were shaking, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the Asura Demonic Sword. Tang San's body had reached its limit. He felt as if his body was about to shatter, and his Soul Power and internal energy were completely exhausted.
At that moment, a vortex appeared in the sky, and seven figures instantly materialized there. They were dressed in luxurious robes of various colors, and each had seven God Ring constantly swirling around their backs, radiating powerful Divine Power.
It poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire platform. Tang San felt a warmth spread through his body, and his body, which had been on the verge of collapse, miraculously recovered somewhat. He looked up at the sky and saw the seven figures drifting towards him and Qian Renxue.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow robe. He was handsome and refined, but his Sloth was undeniable, as if he were about to fall asleep. Behind him, seven God Ring God Ring slowly rose, each emitting a faint golden light that bathed the surrounding space in a golden glow.
Within the seven God Ring, Tang San felt a deep-seated fear, as if these seven God Ring contained some terrifying power. The six figures that appeared with the middle-aged man also walked towards Qian Renxue and Tang San respectively.
Although they look different, they are all equally powerful, each exuding an extremely strong aura.
Tang San had never seen these six people before, but he clearly sensed that their strength seemed to surpass that of Qian Renxue. The middle-aged man in the lead, in particular, gave him the strongest feeling. The aura he exuded gave him an indescribable sense of oppression.
Compared to these people, Qian Renxue was originally extremely powerful in his eyes, became less conspicuous.
" The Angel God, the Rakshasa God, and one of the successors of the Asura God have saved us a lot of time," the leader said indifferently, his tone full of indolence, as if nothing could arouse his interest.
"Who are you? What brings you to my Spirit Hall Empire?"
Qian Renxue frowned slightly as she looked at the seven people in front of her. Her tone was noticeably more serious. From the God Ring behind them, she had already deduced that these seven people, like herself, were all First-Level God.
"We've come today to lead you into the Divine Realm," the middle-aged man at the head of the group said calmly, his tone still languid and serene, but to Tang San, it carried an indescribable shock. He stared in astonishment at Qian Renxue not far away, his mind racing. "Has she already become a god??"
"Enter the Divine Realm? Why would I want to enter the Divine Realm?" Qian Renxue asked coldly.
" Pride, you explain to them. I'm a little tired."
The leader landed directly on the ground, sat on the Pope chair, closed his eyes to rest, and completely ignored the gazes of the crowd.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly and turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo, saying, " Yue Guan, take the others and leave this place."
" Your His Holiness the Pope, we..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were filled with worry.
"This is an order. The battle that follows is not for you to interfere with," Bibi Dong instructed.
The Titled Douluo present immediately understood and flew away from the place, while the other gods in the sky did not care and let them leave.
"That's fine too. Clearing the area will make it easier for us to discuss things." One of the Pride men stepped forward, looking at the crowd with a sneer.
"Let me introduce myself. I am one of the Seven Deadly Sins Gods the Destruction God King, from the Divine Realm. We are here today to take you back to the Divine Realm. You have been staying in the mortal realm for more than a hundred days. If the Divine Realm Divine Realm n't been so busy lately, you would have already been extradited there."
(End of this chapter)