Chapter 266 Oscar Cries His Head Off: That damned Annihilation God Realm, why are you doing this to Rongrong?!
"puff--!"
In the peerless divine realm, inside the main hall,
A shocking mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out.
Oscar's eyes were bloodshot, and there were even blood vessels in the corners of his eyes.
He stared intently at the projection on the sky, at Ning Rongrong's mangled body lying in a pool of blood like a rag doll.
And the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda that was forcibly extracted from the body.
Immense grief, heartbreak, and extreme anger intertwined, instantly shattering all his psychological defenses.
"Rongrong—!!!"
Accompanied by an extremely piercing wail, as if the soul were being torn apart,
Oscar felt his brain explode and his vision was plunged into absolute darkness.
Overwhelmed by anger and anxiety, all his divine power dissipated instantly, like a flood bursting its banks.
He fell straight backward and completely lost consciousness.
"Little Ao!"
Ma Hongjun, who was closest to Oscar, caught him as he fell.
At this moment, Ma Hongjun's phoenix divine power was completely out of control due to extreme rage.
Dark red flames raged wildly inside the hall, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.
He raised his head and roared at the sky with heart-wrenching fury, tears mingling with flames streaming down his face:
"brute!
You beasts of the Annihilated God Realm!
Give Rongrong her martial spirit and divine position back!
I'm going to kill you all!!!
Dai Mubai, standing to the side, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked with force.
The fingernails dug deep into the palm, and blood dripped from between the fingers.
The raging power of the God of War uncontrollably bombarded the surrounding space.
Although it's not very useful.
Dai Mubai was, after all, only a second-level deity.
"This is outrageous... This is absolutely outrageous!"
To strip everything away using such despicable and cruel methods—what kind of divine war is this?!
Zhu Zhuqing held onto Dai Mubai tightly, who was about to go berserk and charge towards the sky.
Tears had already overflowed.
Her usually cold and strong face was now filled with despair and helplessness.
Xiao Wu covered her mouth tightly, unable to bear watching Ning Rongrong's lifeless and miserable state in the sky any longer.
She collapsed into Tang San's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Brother... Rongrong... she's completely ruined... how could it have turned out like this..."
Feeling Xiao Wu trembling violently in his arms, and looking at Oscar whose life or death was unknown,
And Ning Rongrong, who was stripped of everything and rendered a cripple,
Tang San's face had become extremely gloomy, and his ashen complexion exuded a chilling stillness.
He stared intently at Ning Junlan on the sky, bathed in nine-colored divine light, who had already ascended to the realm of a god-king.
His eyes were filled with crisscrossing blood vessels.
"Zheng—!"
The Asura Divine Sword hummed violently in his hand.
A palpable, dark red Asura-like killing intent swept through the entire central region of the divine realm like a storm.
Even the surrounding void was cut open with countless tiny black cracks.
Tang San gritted his teeth, wishing he could immediately cleave the sky and rush over to tear Ning Junlan to pieces.
But it didn't work.
The lofty celestial laws, like an insurmountable chasm, firmly separated the two worlds.
Even though he was a dual-god king of the peerless divine realm,
At this moment, all I can do is stand by helplessly as a bystander.
He watched helplessly as his sister, with whom he had shared life and death, was stripped of her divine status and her martial spirit by the enemy, who treated her like livestock.
This deep-seated sense of powerlessness and frustration gnawed at Tang San's heart like a venomous snake.
It brought him to the brink of madness.
The other deities in the main hall were also deathly silent at this moment.
All the second- and third-level deities had ashen faces.
Their eyes were filled with anger and resentment, but deep within these emotions,
Yet, an overwhelming sense of deep fear arose within him.
That's too ruthless!
Ning Rongrong is an outstanding figure among second-level deities and one of the core members of the divine realm's central authority.
Now, however, he has ended up with a shattered divine core, a miserable fate worse than that of a mortal.
The rules of this canopy are outrageously cruel; the losers not only die, but are also squeezed dry of their last remaining value!
What made them even more desperate was that the other party not only climbed to their position by stepping on Ning Rongrong's flesh and blood,
Furthermore, he directly broke through the shackles and achieved the lofty realm of God-King!
The enemy has gained an additional, invincible god-king with the aid of a super artifact.
However, their side lost a top-tier Nine-Colored Goddess.
With one increase and one decrease, the already precarious situation of the peerless divine realm was instantly pushed into the abyss of destruction.
The entire grand hall of the peerless divine realm was filled with a somber atmosphere, as if someone had lost their parents.
No one spoke, only Oscar's faint breathing and Xiao Wu's suppressed sobs.
And above the celestial canopy, the colossal nine-jeweled glazed dragon coiled amidst the starry river exuded a divine kingly aura that shook the heavens.
It mercilessly mocks their weakness and incompetence.
As the emotionless, grand declaration from the heavens faded, this brutal war of the gods finally came to an end.
"Buzz—!"
Two beams of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, descended simultaneously from the endless void, enveloping the two figures in the center of the battlefield.
However, the fates represented by these two beams of light are worlds apart.
Inside the grand hall of the peerless divine realm, space was violently distorted.
A dim, blood-soaked teleportation array slowly appeared.
A muffled "bang" was heard.
A body, as broken as a rag doll, crashed heavily onto the cold jade floor of the divine realm.
"Rongrong!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Almost the instant Ning Rongrong landed, he transformed into a blood-red afterimage and rushed over, catching her in his arms.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong no longer possessed any of the nobility and liveliness of the Nine-Colored Goddess of the past.
Her face was ashen, her breath faint, and her once radiant meridians were broken inch by inch.
What's most shocking is her brow and dantian area.
That place was originally where the divine core and martial spirit resided, but now only two bottomless blood holes are left, seeping out black blood.
Tang San trembled as he reached out and frantically poured the pure power of the Sea God and the inexhaustible essence of the Blue Silver Emperor into Ning Rongrong's body.
However, it was no use.
Without the support of her divine position and martial spirit, Ning Rongrong's body was like a funnel riddled with holes.
No matter how much divine power is injected, it will vanish into nothingness in an instant.
She not only fell from grace, but was even worse off than an ordinary person; the flame of her life was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
"Uh...ah..."
Oscar, who was being held by Ma Hongjun, was awakened by the intense energy fluctuations.
When he opened his eyes and saw the lifeless, bloodied figure in Tang San's arms through his blurry vision, he scrambled over to it.
"Rongrong...my Rongrong..."
Oscar's trembling hand hung in mid-air, not even daring to touch Ning Rongrong's blood-covered cheek.
They were afraid that even the slightest bit of force would completely destroy the fragile porcelain doll in front of them.
(End of chapter)