Chapter 208 Tang San Kneels!
The top of Jialing Pass.
Through the sky above the firmament.
Everyone clearly saw the look in Lu Ming's eyes.
dull.
Indifferent.
Yet it carried a sense of oppression that went straight to the soul.
Tang San knelt in the ruins.
His eyes, which were bloodshot with anger, softened the moment they met that gaze.
His pupils dilated suddenly.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
The beating stopped.
He felt that Lu Ming was right in front of him.
That look wasn't directed at anyone else.
I was looking at him.
He was watching Tang San!
Lu Ming's lips curled up slightly.
He revealed a very clean smile.
It's like the older brother next door greeting his younger brother.
Her lips parted slightly.
The sound wasn't loud.
Yet, through the sky, the sound resonated clearly in every corner of Jialing Pass.
"Tang San".
"Your backer has fallen."
It's a very simple sentence.
There was no hysterical roaring.
There was no arrogant mockery.
It's simply stating a fact.
A cruel truth that drove Tang San to despair.
Lu Ming paused.
The smile in his eyes deepened.
That was a playful game of cat and mouse.
"Next."
"now you."
These four words fell.
It was like the pronouncement of death.
boom!
At Jialing Pass.
Whether they were soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire or soul masters of the Spirit Empire.
They all felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
now you.
This wasn't just said to Tang San.
It was more like a death sentence for the entire so-called "protagonist group".
After saying that...
Lu Ming did not linger.
He raised his right hand.
He casually made a slash in the empty space in front of him.
laugh--
A soft sound.
It's like a paper cutter slicing through a thin sheet of paper.
The solid spatial barriers were incredibly fragile in his presence.
A pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.
Within the crack.
It exudes a chilling void storm.
That was a forbidden zone that even titled Douluo dared not easily touch.
But Lu Ming didn't care at all.
He started walking.
Take a step forward.
His figure disappeared directly into the dark crack.
Elegant.
Calm.
As his figure disappeared.
The spatial rift also healed rapidly.
Above Poseidon Island.
Only the faint lingering echo of that white-clad figure remained.
...
Jialing Pass.
On the city wall.
The almost frozen atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Everyone stared at the sky.
Watching the figure disappear into the crack.
Is he coming back?
So fast?
The distance from Poseidon Island to Jialing Pass is more than ten thousand miles.
Even if a titled Douluo were to fly at full speed, it would still take several days.
Even powerful individuals with spatial soul skills.
That's impossible...
The thought hadn't even finished forming in his head.
The air above Jialing Pass suddenly began to distort violently.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
There was no warning of any fluctuation in soul power.
Right above everyone's heads.
Right above Tang San's line of sight.
Damn!
The void cracked open.
A foot wearing a white boot stepped out from within.
Immediately afterwards.
She was dressed in a snow-white gown.
It was a face so handsome it was breathtaking.
Lu Ming.
I'm back.
He left Jialing Pass and headed to Poseidon Island.
Slaying Gods.
Destroy the island.
And then, at this moment, we return.
From beginning to end.
It only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Even the cup of hot tea placed on the offering table of the Spirit Hall was still warm.
This is Lu Ming.
This is the power beyond that of a God-King.
What is called spatial distance is nothing more than a foot away from him.
Lu Ming stood in the void.
Hands behind his back.
Her clothes fluttered in the wind.
There wasn't a speck of dust or blood on him.
If it weren't for the video still playing on the screen showing the devastating scene of Poseidon Island reduced to ruins, one would think...
Who would believe it?
This young man appears gentle and refined.
Just now, thousands of miles away, he accomplished a world-shaking feat of slaying a god?
"My husband!"
A sweet, clear call broke the deathly silence of the battlefield.
A silver figure, like a swallow returning to its nest, soared into the sky.
Gu Yuena.
This is the Silver Dragon King, who holds an unparalleled position in the world of soul beasts.
This stunning goddess ranks second on the charm list.
now.
Where is even a trace of the Dragon King's majesty?
Where is even a trace of the goddess's aloofness?
In her beautiful purple eyes.
Full of it.
They were all shadows of Lu Ming.
That's worship.
It is admiration.
It was an almost fanatical obsession.
She threw herself into Lu Ming's arms.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Lu Ming's waist.
Her exquisite little face rubbed against Lu Ming's chest.
"My husband is so handsome!"
"That slap just now was so satisfying!"
"That sea god, she's so ugly, yet she dares to put on airs in front of my husband."
"You deserved to be beaten!"
Gu Yuena raised her head.
Looking at Lu Ming's chin, her eyes sparkled with countless little stars.
In this world where might makes right.
In the Douluo Continent, where strength reigns supreme.
What is it?
What could be more exciting than watching your man slap a god away?
That kind of domineering attitude.
That invincible posture.
For Gu Yuena, who is a dragon, it was the most fatal temptation.
Lu Ming lowered his head.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman nestled in his arms.
The indifference in his eyes faded.
Instead, there was a touch of doting affection.
He reached out his hand.
He gently ruffled Gu Yuena's soft, silver hair.
"It feels good."
"If any blind god comes down again next time..."
"Let me give it a try too."
Gu Yuena's eyes lit up.
He nodded vigorously.
"Yes, yes! I'll do whatever my husband says!"
Below.
Within the Spirit Hall's camp.
Bibi Dong stood there.
She looked at the perfect couple in the air.
The hand holding the scepter tightened slightly.
The knuckles are somewhat white.
Her eyes held a complex expression.
It was shocking.
There is reverence.
But more than anything, it was a kind of envy that she herself was unwilling to admit...
Yes.
envious.
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and as the successor of the Rakshasa God.
She was strong-willed throughout her life.
I have never relied on anyone.
She has never had anyone she could rely on.
But today.
Seeing Lu Ming's amazing and brilliant sword strike, and that slap.
Seeing his domineering presence amidst a vast army, regarding gods as mere weeds.
Bibi Dong's heart, which had long been frozen.
A tiny crack had appeared.
if...
If she hadn't met that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang back then.
Instead, it's men like Lu Ming.
Her life.
Could it be completely different?
Once this thought arises, it grows wildly like weeds.
It wasn't just Bibi Dong.
Qian Renxue stood beside her.
Her beautiful eyes were also dreamy at this moment.
She looked at Lu Ming.
That rival she once considered someone she had to surpass.
Now.
The figure grew taller and taller in her eyes.
It was so tall that she could only look up at it.
"Too powerful..."
"This is a real man."
Hu Liena stood behind, her hands cupping her heart, her cheeks flushed.
Even the usually aloof Shui Bing'er, Xue Di, Bing Di, and others.
At this moment, their faces were flushed.
His gaze was fixed intently on Lu Ming.
Women admire strength.
This is human nature.
Not to mention a man like Lu Ming who is incredibly strong and handsome beyond belief.
The women's reactions.
It was like a series of resounding slaps.
It slapped Tang San across the face again.
They are both men.
They were both called geniuses.
Lu Ming was in the sky, enjoying the embrace of beauties and the worship of the crowd.
And he, Tang San.
He knelt on the ground like a dead dog.
Both knees were shattered.
His divine power was destroyed.
This is a stark contrast.
It's the biggest irony ever.
Tang San gritted his teeth.
My gums were bleeding from being bitten.
My mouth tasted of rust.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
He could only feel the cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
His gaze passed over Lu Ming and looked at the empty sky.
That's the direction of Poseidon Island.
That's all.
They're all gone.
Poseidon Island was destroyed.
The fate of Poseidon is unknown.
Even the divine sense of the Sea God was shattered.
His greatest asset.
His trump card, which he was very proud of.
In front of Lu Ming, he was like a joke.
If the sea god is not summoned.
Perhaps he can cling to life a little longer.
But it was precisely because he summoned the sea god.
This only angered Lu Ming.
This led to the destruction of everything.
"I don't believe it..."
"I don't believe you can be this strong..."
Tang San's hand, gripping the Trident of the Sea God, trembled violently.
The artifact originally weighed 108 pounds.
It's in his hands now.
Yet it felt as heavy as a mountain.
It almost completely crushed the last bit of his will.
His face was ashen.
His eyes were unfocused.
The previous high spirits, the previous vows.
It all became a thing of the past.
Gu Yuena rubbed her cheek against Lu Ming's chest.
Those purple eyes, which should have looked down upon all living beings, now only reflected the image of Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's fingers slid down the cascading silver hair.
Fingertips run through strands of hair.
It feels slightly cool to the touch and is as smooth as silk.
"That old guy's face really isn't very nice."
Lu Ming casually replied.
His tone was so relaxed, as if he were commenting that tonight's dishes were a bit too salty.
It was impossible to tell that this was about a first-level deity whose divine consciousness had just been shattered by him.
Gu Yuena raised her head.
Her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled.
That stunningly beautiful face was filled with disdain.
"Not only is it ugly, it's also very weak."
"She can't even stop her husband with a single finger, yet she dares to call herself the God of the Sea."
"If the Dragon God were still alive back then, this kind of trash wouldn't even be worthy of carrying the Dragon God's shoes."
Gu Yuena gave a soft snort.
Then, as if remembering something, she seemed to recall something else.
The two white, lotus-like arms wrapped around each other even more tightly.
She was practically hanging on Lu Ming.
"My husband is still the best."
"That move that tore through space just now was absolutely awesome!"
Lu Ming looked at the stunning beauty in his arms, whose eyes were sparkling with admiration.
I couldn't help but reach out my hand.
The index finger is slightly bent.
He gently brushed the tip of her pert nose.
"All they do is flatter."
No way.
Gu Yuena refused.
She buried her face in Lu Ming's neck and took a deep breath.
That was Lu Ming's unique aura.
Clear and crisp.
clean.
To make her infatuated.
"I'm telling the truth..."
The two did not deliberately lower their voices during their conversation.
Through the lingering afterglow of that divine power.
It was clearly heard by everyone at Jialing Pass.
Below.
Amidst the ruins and rubble.
Tang San knelt there.
Both knees were already a bloody mess.
The stark white bones pierced the skin and were exposed to the air.
But he didn't seem to feel any pain.
His body was trembling.
It's not because of fear.
It was not because of the agonizing shame, but because of that unbearable humiliation.
He gripped the trident of Poseidon tightly in his hand.
This was once a divine weapon that he regarded as a symbol of glory.
At this moment, however, the weight of it all made him feel suffocated.
The halberd was trembling.
It emitted a mournful buzzing sound.
It seemed that even this divine weapon sensed its master's despair and the terror of the man above.
Very weak?
goods?
Not even worthy to carry my shoes?
That's the god of the sea!
It was a god whom Tang San had gained recognition through his all-out efforts and even sacrifices of countless efforts!
According to Lu Ming and that woman.
Is it really that bad?
Tang San suddenly raised his head.
Eyes bulging as if about to burst.
Blood streamed down his face, which was contorted with pain.
He stared intently at the two people in the air.
Watching Gu Yuena snuggle in Lu Ming's arms.
Looking at the doting smile on Lu Ming's face.
That kind of intimacy that disregards others.
That attitude of regarding all the heroes of the world as nothing.
This power, even more so than the ability to cut water with a single finger, filled him with despair.
Because Lu Ming didn't take him seriously at all.
They didn't even have the interest to look at him properly.
For a dragon.
What difference does it make whether the ants under your feet are crying or angry?
"puff--"
Tang San was overcome with anger and anxiety.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Spots of blood splattered onto the golden trident of Poseidon.
It looked particularly glaring.
His body swayed slightly.
He nearly fell to the ground.
But he still managed to hold the ground firmly with his trident.
It must not be tilted.
I absolutely cannot give in to this man completely.
This was his last vestige of dignity.
Even if this dignity is worthless in the eyes of others.
In the air.
Lu Ming seemed to have noticed the commotion below.
But he still did not bow his head.
He simply patted Gu Yuena's back lightly.
"alright."
"So many people are watching."
"Are you trying to make everyone below feel so sour?"
Gu Yuena then reluctantly peeked out from Lu Ming's arms.
She turned around.
His gaze swept downwards.
The tenderness in her eyes vanished the moment her gaze fell upon Tang San.
Instead.
It was that touch of arrogance and indifference that belonged to the Silver Dragon King.
"Serves you right for being so sour."
"A bunch of useless trash."
That's all.
She put on a smiling face again and took Lu Ming's arm.
Lu Ming shook his head helplessly.
Then.
His gaze fell upon the Spirit Hall's city walls not far away.
There.
Several graceful women stood there.
Bibi Dong stood at the very front.
The purple-gold papal robes fluttered in the strong wind.
She held a scepter.
He has an upright posture.
He still maintains the dignity of being the Pope.
However, the sharpness that once filled her beautiful eyes was gone.
She looked at Lu Ming.
Looking at that man dressed in white, who could slaughter gods and destroy islands with a smile.
Heartbeat.
It accelerated somewhat uncontrollably.
Below.
Hu Liena cupped her hands around her heart.
Looking at the man in the sky, surrounded by stars like the moon.
His eyes were filled with infatuation.
"So cool..."
"How can someone be so handsome..."
"Even the teacher and the young master were captivated by him."
Shui Bing'er stood in the crowd.
A blue dress.
Her temperament is as aloof and serene as an iceberg or snow lotus.
But at this moment.
That snow lotus seemed to have encountered the blazing sun as well.
It is melting quietly.
Her gaze followed Lu Ming the whole time.
That was the figure she had always wanted to catch up with, but found that the distance between them was getting farther and farther away.
now.
She could only look up at it.
But this feeling of looking up to her didn't make her feel disappointed.
On the contrary, it gave me a strange sense of peace.
It seemed that as long as that man stood there...
The sky is falling down.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
(End of chapter)