Chapter 210 Goddess!
The entire Jialing Pass battlefield.
The originally somber atmosphere.
It was actually completely diluted by this aura.
This place is no longer a battlefield strewn with corpses.
It seemed to have turned into Lu Ming's own backyard.
He was taking a walk in the garden.
Enjoy the flowers.
Teasing the birds.
It's pleasant and natural.
And this kind of comfort.
For Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground...
But it was the cruelest form of death by a thousand cuts.
Tang San lowered his head.
Looking at the rubble in front of him.
Lu Ming's gentle voice echoed in my ears.
The women's shy responses echoed through the air.
Every single word.
They're all like a poisonous thorn.
It pierced his heart deeply.
agitation.
Tear.
He wanted to roar.
He wanted to rush up and fight Lu Ming to the death.
Even if I die, I want to die a glorious death.
But.
His body wouldn't obey him.
Those shattered knees pinned him to the ground.
That's an absolute gap in strength.
It was also the cruelest mockery of fate upon him.
"Lu Ming..."
Tang San let out a hoarse hiss.
The sound was very soft.
So quiet that only he himself could hear it.
It was like the whimpering of a wounded stray dog in a corner.
Nobody paid him any attention.
Right now.
All eyes, all admiration, all love.
They all belong to that man standing on the clouds, dressed in white as pure as snow.
As for Tang San...
It's just a pile of unsightly trash on the edge of this grand stage.
Lu Ming seemed to have finished talking.
He looked away.
I didn't go to see Tang San.
Instead, he looked down at Gu Yuena in his arms.
Are you tired?
"Not tired."
Gu Yuena shook her head.
"As long as I hold my husband, I will never get tired."
Lu Ming chuckled.
"Alright."
"I've had enough of the show."
"It's time to get down to business."
Gu Yuena blinked.
"The important matter my husband is referring to, is it that useless thing down there?"
She extended her slender fingers.
He pointed to Tang San below.
Lu Ming nodded.
The smile on his face faded slightly.
But he still seemed somewhat nonchalant.
"I guess so."
"Even though it's just trash."
"But it's still a bit of an eyesore to have it there."
"It's all cleaned up."
"That way, I can take you back to rest."
Go back and rest.
These four words.
A blush rose to Gu Yuena's pretty face once again.
She nodded obediently.
She released Lu Ming's arm.
Step aside.
"Then hurry up, my husband."
"Na'er is waiting for you."
That sweet, gentle admonition.
It made the bones of countless men below melt.
It also touched Tang San's heart.
They sank completely into an abyss.
hurry up?
Deal with Tang San.
In their eyes.
Is it like taking out the trash, where all you need to do is "hurry up" and it's done?
Tang San's knuckles turned white as he gripped the halberd.
The nail broke off.
Fresh blood seeped out.
But he couldn't feel it.
He felt an unprecedented chill.
It descended from above.
The top of Jialing Pass.
The wind stopped.
Even the stench of blood in the air seemed to freeze at that moment.
The silence between heaven and earth was almost eerily quiet.
All eyes are focused on the two extremes.
One is Lu Ming, aloof and elegant in white robes, with a peerless beauty in his arms.
One was Tang San, kneeling amidst rubble and broken tiles, his knees crushed and his body covered in blood.
Lu Ming remained silent.
He didn't even bother to glance at the so-called "sea god".
His fingers were still casually twirling a strand of Gu Yuena's silver hair.
Strands of hair twirl between fingertips.
Silver light flowed.
He lowered his head, looking at the person in his arms, a very faint smile on his lips.
That kind of smile was very relaxed.
It was so effortless that it seemed as if his devastating attack was nothing more than casually swatting a fly.
This disregard.
It is more hurtful than direct humiliation.
Below.
Tang San knelt on the ground.
The excruciating pain in my knees had long since subsided into numbness.
That was a devastating trauma.
With divine power crippled and divine body shattered, even the Blue Silver Emperor's inexhaustible regenerative abilities seem insufficient at this moment.
With each breath, it felt as if my lungs were being filled with red-hot iron filings.
pain.
Excruciating pain.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation in his heart.
He looked up.
The muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching wildly.
His once deep blue eyes were now completely bloodshot, turning a deep crimson.
Like a lone wolf trapped in a desperate situation.
Besides ferocity, all that remains is despair.
He saw the smile on Lu Ming's face.
I saw Gu Yuena snuggling in Lu Ming's arms.
I saw the adoration in the eyes of the Spirit Hall women on the city wall.
He also saw in the distance the fear and trembling in the eyes of the Heavenly Dou Army, who should have been worshipping him.
His faith.
His glory.
Everything he built in this world.
Everything collapsed in that brief moment.
The instigator of all this.
That's the man in the picture above.
The man who never even glanced at him from beginning to end.
"Lu…Ming…"
These two words were squeezed out from between Tang San's teeth.
It was covered in thick, bloody foam.
It was filled with deep-seated hatred.
He gripped the trident of Poseidon tightly in his hand.
That's his only support right now.
Even though this divine artifact had dimmed its light, and even though it had been shaken by Lu Ming's divine power during the collision, causing tiny cracks, it still remained untouched.
But he refused to let go.
If you let go, he will truly be nothing.
"I refuse to accept this..."
"I refuse to accept this!!!"
Tang San suddenly looked up at the sky and roared.
This roar used up the last bit of strength in his body.
His voice was hoarse.
Desolate and bleak.
Like the blood-curdling cry of an owl, it echoed in the deathly silence above the Jialing Pass.
"Lu Ming!!!"
"You destroyed my Poseidon Island!"
"You've destroyed my divine power!"
You have cut off my path to godhood!
"This hatred and resentment cannot be washed away even if all the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes are poured out!"
"I will never forgive them!!!"
Every word is like the mournful cry of a cuckoo.
Every word was filled with a venomous hatred that wanted to devour Lu Ming alive.
He hates it.
I hate that God is unfair.
He is clearly the chosen one.
He is clearly the one who possesses twin martial souls.
He had clearly put in so much effort, even sacrificing Xiao Wu's soul, to get to where he is today.
On what grounds?
Why can Lu Ming so easily trample on everything he has?
Tang San's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The corner of his eye cracked.
Two lines of bloody tears slid down his cheeks.
Combined with that distorted face, it looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.
Is this still the same gentle and refined Thousand-Armed Asura?
Is this still the noble and sacred sea god?
At this moment, he is...
He's more like a gambler who's lost everything and is acting hysterically.
On the city wall.
Lu Ming's fingers paused slightly.
A strand of silver hair, entwined around her fingertips, slipped down.
He finally turned his head.
His gaze shifted from Gu Yuena's face and slowly moved downwards.
Passing through the still-dissipating golden divine light.
It landed on Tang San.
His eyes were indifferent.
So indifferent that there was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
There was no euphoria among the victors.
There was no pity for the losers.
They didn't even bother to offer the slightest bit of contempt.
That's the look you give to an inanimate object.
Or perhaps.
The way he looked at a slightly noisy stone by the roadside.
Lu Ming chuckled softly.
The laughter was not loud.
But after Tang San's hysterical roar dissipated, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"An irreconcilable enemy?"
Lu Ming repeated those four words.
His tone carried a hint of amusement.
He leaned forward slightly.
He looked down at Tang San from his high vantage point.
That invisible sense of oppression, with his movements, crashed down like a mountain.
Tang San's originally straight spine emitted a series of grinding sounds as he struggled under this oppressive force.
"You?"
Lu Ming shook his head.
"You dare to challenge me?"
There are only three words.
Simple.
direct.
But it was like a resounding slap across Tang San's face.
You think you're worthy?
The most hurtful words in this world are often not lengthy insults.
It is this kind of indifference that comes from the heart.
In Lu Ming's eyes.
He, Tang San, doesn't even qualify to be an enemy.
They don't even deserve to be looked at.
So-called hatred.
The so-called irreconcilable enmity.
It's just a joke.
It's like an ant yelling at a dragon for revenge.
Would the dragon care?
Won't.
The dragon was unaware of the ant's existence.
"puff--"
Tang San was so angry that he was overcome with rage.
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
His face was ashen.
His body was swaying precariously.
But he still stared intently at Lu Ming.
The resentment in his eyes was almost tangible.
"Lu…Ming…"
He wanted to say something else.
He also wanted to curse the man with the most vicious language.
But at that moment...
A soft, delicate voice suddenly rang out.
This broke the tense atmosphere.
"My husband..."
Gu Yuena snuggled against Lu Ming's chest.
Like a lazy cat.
Her beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
A clear hint of displeasure appeared on that stunningly beautiful face.
"His voice is awful."
"Like a broken gong."
"It's so noisy."
Gu Yuena pouted.
She stretched out two slender white fingers and gently covered her ears.
"Na'er wants to hold her husband quietly."
I don't want to listen to this fly's nonsense.
Her voice was very soft.
Very soft.
It carries a natural allure and a touch of coquetry.
But what Tang San heard was...
Yet it is more dangerous than the sharpest sword in the world.
fly?
A broken gong?
He is the heir to the sea god.
In this woman's eyes.
It was just a fly that made noise?
Tang San felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest.
I feel so stuffy.
I feel so bad I want to die.
He looked at Gu Yuena.
That woman was breathtakingly beautiful.
The woman who, even in this situation, was still only concerned with flirting with Lu Ming.
She was so noble.
So perfect.
But all her gentleness and charm were reserved for Lu Ming alone.
It was left for him.
There was only disdain.
Deep disdain.
Lu Ming lowered his head.
Looking at Gu Yuena in his arms, who looked aggrieved and needed comfort.
The indifference in his eyes vanished instantly.
Instead.
It's that unyielding, doting affection.
He reached out his hand.
He gently rubbed Gu Yuena's head.
The movements were as gentle as if they were handling a rare treasure.
"good."
"Since Na'er thinks it's noisy."
"Then don't let him speak."
Lu Ming's voice was very gentle.
It's like granting your wife a trivial request.
For example, what to eat tonight.
Or where to go for fun tomorrow.
random.
nature.
That's all.
Lu Ming didn't look at Tang San again.
He simply raised his right hand casually.
With a gentle wave of his slender fingers, he moved through the air.
There was no dazzling light from any soul skill.
There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations.
It was just a simple wave of the hand.
It's like shooing away an annoying mosquito.
Buzz—
The world trembled slightly.
An invisible wave descended instantly.
It was a power of rules that was pure to the extreme.
Words become law.
Below.
Tang San was about to unleash another torrent of abuse.
Suddenly, the air around me felt incredibly thick.
Immediately afterwards.
An irresistible and terrifying force acted directly on his mouth.
No.
To be precise.
It blocked all possibilities for him to speak out.
"Ugh—!!!"
Tang San's eyes widened.
He opened his mouth wide as fast as he could.
I want to make a sound.
His throat was trembling violently.
His vocal cords were rubbing together frantically.
But.
There was no sound.
There wasn't a single sound.
That feeling.
It was as if an invisible hand had tightly covered his mouth.
It was as if the rules of the entire world were rejecting his voice.
No matter how hard he tried.
No matter how much he struggled.
Even if he was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged.
That's all he can produce.
There was only that one series of low and mournful sobs.
"Waaaaah—!!!"
Tang San was terrified.
I was utterly terrified.
This feeling of not being able to control his body was even more terrifying than when his divine power was destroyed.
What kind of power is this?
What level of power is this exactly?
It was just a wave of the hand.
Can you deprive a person of their language ability?
Lu Ming...
What level of skill has he reached?!
Tang San's body began to tremble violently.
The trident of Poseidon in his hand crashed to the ground with a loud bang.
He gripped his own neck tightly with both hands.
The nails dug deep into the flesh.
Blood was everywhere.
He wanted to break the seal.
But this was destined to be in vain.
Faced with Lu Ming's power, which surpassed even that of a God-King.
He is just a so-called "ant".
They don't even have the right to struggle.
Not far away.
In Shrek's camp.
A deathly silence.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in place.
transfixed.
Ning Rongrong collapsed into Oscar's arms.
Her delicate face was completely devoid of color.
It was frighteningly pale.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably.
The teeth chattered, making a "clucking" sound.
She looked at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground in front of her, only able to make muffled sounds like a mute.
That's her third brother.
He is the backbone of Shrek Academy.
It's Tang San, who is always confident and always able to create miracles.
How could this be...?
How did it turn out like this?
He can't even speak anymore?
Tang San knelt in the pile of rubble, his mouth wide open, and strange "hehe" sounds kept coming from deep in his throat.
That was the sound of air being forced out by the vocal cords under extreme spasm.
Like a dying wild dog, with an invisible hand gripping its throat, it can only eke out a living in despair.
His eyes were already bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging, staring intently at the two figures on the city wall.
Especially that man in white.
That man who wouldn't even glance at him.
This kind of disregard is more painful than killing him.
Just then.
The already gloomy and oppressive sky suddenly changed.
Boom! ...
A thunderclap exploded without any warning directly above Jialing Pass.
The sound is too loud.
It was as if the entire sky collapsed in an instant.
The rolling thunder, carrying a tangible vibration, struck the hearts of everyone present.
Many soldiers with low cultivation levels were so shocked by the thunder that they bled from all seven orifices, clutching their ears and collapsing to the ground in pain.
(End of chapter)