Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

The black energy surging around the God of Destruction was no longer a simple wave, but transformed into a roaring, world-destroying torrent!

It crashed violently, wave after wave, against the golden light.

Wherever it passed, space was not "torn apart" at all, but rather brutally ripped apart and swallowed up like a rotten rag.

Grotesque rifts in the void gaped open like gaping black maws, emanating a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

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The already terrifying black energy sphere expanded wildly once again under the urging of the God of Destruction's boundless rage.

The distorted runes of destruction on the surface now shone like red-hot irons, each flash sending shivers down the spines of heaven and earth.

"die!!!"

The God of Destruction spat out the word through gritted teeth, his arm pressing down as if it carried the weight of the entire world.

boom--!
The black "meteor," imbued with boundless destructive intent, hurtled towards the golden figure and Qian Renshang, who was under its protection, with a speed that crushed time and space, carrying an even more ferocious and ruthless killing intent than before.

He didn't want to defeat them, he wanted to completely and utterly annihilate them, leaving not even ashes behind.

However, the golden figure did not retreat in the face of this world-destroying attack; instead, the golden divine flames burning around its body surged dramatically.

The light was so dazzling that it seemed to be unleashing its most defiant roar at the entire will to destroy.

Thump—! ! ! !

It wasn't just a simple roar; it was an apocalyptic sound, like two stars colliding.

The terrifying shockwave ruthlessly shattered space.

The thick, murky smoke, carrying the acrid smell of sulfur, formed by the turbulent energy flow, instantly engulfed the center of the collision, swirling and spreading outwards, lingering for a long time.

As the smoke of battle, thick with the scent of destruction, receded with difficulty, like the ebb tide...

On the ground, a figure was curled up, looking utterly disheveled.

It's Qianrenxue!

That once breathtakingly beautiful face was now covered in blood and charred marks, with several deep, bone-revealing wounds crawling across it.

The most jarring sight was her back—the six-winged angel wings that symbolized holiness had all turned to ashes. Only two charred, broken pieces remained, drooping pitifully.

She collapsed onto the cold, broken ground, her body convulsing uncontrollably.

Each difficult breath was accompanied by a heart-wrenching cough, and bloody foam uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Her magnificent robes were now tattered, revealing large areas of bare skin covered in deep wounds that exposed bone or were bloody and mangled.

Scalding divine blood gushed out, flowing freely beneath her and staining large swaths of scorched earth red.

But her right hand! The hand that was tightly gripping the divine weapon, her knuckles were pale and her veins were bulging.

It was as if that was her only remaining anchor point, pinned to the line between life and death.

The God of Destruction recognized her, his crimson pupils contracted sharply, and then he burst into a piercing, maniacal laugh:

"Ha! Who do we have here! It's you, you ignorant brat! You dare to block my way? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you're ridiculously stupid!"

That laughter contained a deep-seated disdain and violence.

On the other side, Di Tian and the other beast kings' eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
Xiong Jun's furry face contorted, his massive paws pounding the ground unconsciously, emitting muffled, thunderous roars:
"Holy crap! Am I blind?! Qian Renxue?! She...she took a knife for Qian Renshang?!"

Di Tian's pretty face was now blank with shock. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, as if even her cognition had been crushed.

Brigitte's eyes were filled with disbelief, and her voice trembled strangely: "...We...we all misjudged? This...this isn't a grudge at all...huh???"

The benevolent god-king frowned, looking at Qian Renxue's miserable state, a faint trace of regret flashing in his eyes: "Courage is commendable... but alas, foolish courage."

"Hmph!" The evil god-king's lips curled into a cold arc, his voice like a poisoned icicle: "He sought his own death, so he has no one to blame but himself."

The goddess of life sighed softly, her gaze complex: "Why...sacrifice yourself..."

There seemed to be something deeper hidden in that regret.

Only the Asura God King remained like a blood-stained statue, the Asura Sword humming in his hand, his cold gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, locked onto the Destruction God King, poised to strike. (End of Chapter)