Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 374 Let this moonlight illuminate all rivers and streams.
Hu Lei's movements froze instantly, as if time had slowed down for him.

Jingliu did not immediately pursue. Instead, she slowly raised the longsword in her hand, the tip of which pointed straight at the sky.

The surging sword intent and chilling aura around him converged wildly at the tip of the sword like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Let this round of moonlight shine across all rivers!"

Her voice remained cool and indifferent.

The light suddenly dimmed, as if all the light had been absorbed by the tip of the sword.

The next moment, a moonlit sword aura, indescribably brilliant and chilling, descended from the sky.

As the sword energy descended, a massive, semi-transparent ice domain barrier completely enveloped Hu Lei and the surrounding space.

Within the realm, time seemed to freeze, light distorted, all things fell silent, and only endless cold permeated and froze everything in existence.

Hu Lei felt an unprecedented threat of death, a threat that even surpassed the moment he was frozen hundreds of years ago.

He frantically burned his life essence, even at the cost of overdrawing Bu Liren's bloodline foundation. The Blood Moon Battle Blade let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain as he tried to break free from the absolute freeze of this domain.

“Mirror Stream, in the hundreds of years since you defeated me, I have been thinking every moment about how to break your ability.”

His heart pounded like a drum, his blood surged through his veins at an almost explosive speed, and his body temperature soared to a level high enough to melt steel, as he tried to fight against the absolute zero that had frozen his mind with this self-destructive internal combustion.

"Let me show you the power that burns with my life as fuel."

"I...won't...die!!"

He let out a twisted and frenzied roar, and actually, his presence within the domain began to stir slightly.

However, Jingliu's gaze remained calm as still water, even carrying a hint of... indifferent pity.

"In vain."

She parted her lips slightly and uttered two words.

Yes, Hu Lei has found a way to counter the power of ice, a truly ingenious idea.

However, there is a fundamental difference between the two. At this time, although Jingliu is not at his peak, he is still in his true form.

As for Hu Lei, he is merely a memory entity that exists solely because of the Holy Grail. His power is not only inferior to his original body, but also far inferior to the current Mirror Stream.

Moreover, the strongest aspect of Mirror Style has never been the power of ice, but rather her swordsmanship, which is capable of shattering stars—that is her true core.

Under the crushing force of that terrifying sword intent, the intense heat that Hu Lei had gained by burning his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, quickly extinguished.

The blood-red light on his body completely dimmed and shattered, and the regenerated flesh and blood could not keep up with the endless annihilation speed of the sword energy.

His struggles, his resentment, and his centuries-old obsession were ultimately frozen and reduced to nothingness by the cold moonlight.

The realm dispersed.

Hu Lei remained in a struggling posture, turning into a crystal-clear, lifeless ice sculpture, his madness and roar frozen in time.

Jing Liu slowly descended from the sky, the new moon and full moon state ended, the eerie red light faded from his eyes, his face returned to normal, and his breathing was steady and long, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

She didn't even glance at the ice sculpture again, calmly turning away and turning her gaze to another battlefield.

For her, destroying the memory of a defeated opponent was indeed nothing to worry about.

On the other side, the battle between Poseidon Tang San and Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena has reached a fever pitch.

Tang San's divine consciousness clone forcibly calmed down from the shock of the Silver Dragon King's sudden appearance, his face as solemn as water.

Sensing its master's fighting spirit, the Trident of Poseidon unleashed a soaring golden-blue divine light, its vast, ocean-like divine power surging and overwhelming all directions.

"Unstable and turbulent times."

He was the first to activate his control technique. His golden trident traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, and huge golden halos, each several meters in diameter and engraved with sea god runes, appeared out of thin air. They did not fly in a straight line, but rather from all directions, cleverly blocking all possible movement paths of Gu Yuena. They carried powerful binding and suppressing forces, layer upon layer, enveloping her.

A hint of disdain flashed across Gu Yuena's stunningly beautiful face.

She didn't move an inch; her body merely shimmered with silver light, a manifestation of her absolute control over the laws of space.

All the rushing golden halos seemed to instantly fall into countless overlapping spatial mazes when they approached within ten meters of her, their speed becoming extremely slow and their trajectories distorted, as if struggling in viscous amber.

She simply raised her slender hand casually, her five fingers slightly clenched.

hum!
The surrounding space rippled slightly, like ripples on the surface of water.

All the approaching golden halos seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, narrowly missing her by the slightest margin, and finally crashing into the ruins behind her, shattering into countless golden specks, failing to touch even the hem of her clothing.

"Poseidon?"

Gu Yuena's voice was ethereal yet majestic, carrying the air of superiority befitting the ruler of all soul beasts.

"You dare to act so arrogantly with just a wisp of divine consciousness? Who gave you the audacity?"

Before she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand and pointed her slender fingertips lightly into the air ahead.

"Elemental Tide - Annihilation".

It is not a simple aggregation of elements.

The seven elements of earth, fire, water, wind, light, darkness, and space are simultaneously activated, harmonized, and amplified.

A seven-colored torrent, over ten meters in diameter and with constantly changing internal colors, roared out, seemingly containing the birth and death of the universe.

Wherever it passes, space is no longer torn apart, but disappears as if erased by an eraser, revealing the chaotic void below. All things, whether physical or energetic, are decomposed, assimilated, and reduced to the most basic particle state.

This is a raging tide powerful enough to annihilate divine power.

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He sensed a deadly threat from the seven-colored torrent, far exceeding the limits that his divine consciousness could withstand.

He dared not hold back in the slightest, pouring all of the Sea God's power into the golden trident.

"The Golden Thirteen Halberds - A Thousand Years of Vastness!"

He roared and swung his trident. Instantly, thousands of incredibly solid golden trident shadows appeared out of thin air. They were not chaotic, but rather like the most well-trained army, layer upon layer, interwoven into an incredibly thick and dazzling huge golden defensive array, stretching across the front of the elemental tide.

Divine power resonated and flowed between the shadows of the halberds, attempting to resolve this devastating impact with the vastness and resilience of the sea god's power.

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The colorful torrent clashed violently with the golden halberd formation.

At that moment, it was as if two stars were clashing.

The terrifying energy explosion dwarfed even the sun, and the space at the center of the explosion shattered like a broken mirror, forming a brief black hole that frantically devoured everything around it.

The shockwave spread in a circular pattern, completely leveling the remaining buildings in the distance and even altering the landscape.

After struggling for several breaths, Tang San's golden halberd formation finally began to collapse and dissipate.

He groaned, and his spiritual body shook violently, becoming noticeably more transparent, clearly indicating that he had suffered a significant shock.

Once Gu Yuena gained the upper hand, she wouldn't let him off easily. She gave Tang San no chance to catch his breath and pressed her advantage.

She did not reveal the true form of the Silver Dragon King, but an enormous phantom claw, covered in shimmering silver dragon scales and with fingertips shimmering with the light of seven-colored laws, materialized out of thin air. The moment this phantom claw appeared, it was as if the laws of the entire world were submitting to it, carrying the most primal, terrifying pressure that could tear apart stars and destroy all laws, ignoring spatial distance, and grabbing down towards Tang San's head.

Tang San felt an unprecedented and deadly threat, a threat that even made his divine consciousness unstable.

He let out a roar of resentment, burning his remaining divine power wildly without regard for the consequences.

The golden trident let out its final mournful cry, transforming into an incredibly thick, golden-blue pillar of light that seemed to support the heavens and earth, meeting the dragon's claw that was reaching out.

This was the last and strongest power that his divine consciousness could squeeze out.

A second, even more terrifying collision erupted.

The golden-blue beam of light collided violently with the seven-colored dragon claw.

No sound was heard, because sound had been swallowed up by pure energy.

Only indescribable light pollution swept everything, forming an ever-expanding sphere of energy.

Finally, after a brief stalemate, the phantom of the dragon claw slowly dissipated.

Tang San's ultimate attack, fueled by burning his divine sense, exhausted his last bit of power, and the golden-blue pillar of light shattered.

His spiritual body became almost completely transparent, dim and lifeless, as if it would dissipate at any moment, and his aura was extremely weak.

"Silver Dragon King...why...are you here..."

Tang San's voice was filled with shock, anger, confusion, and a hint of weakness that was hard to hide.

He simply couldn't understand why the Silver Dragon King would appear at this time and place, and why he would become his enemy.

According to his understanding, the Silver Dragon King should still be hiding in the shadows, recovering from his injuries and sleeping soundly.

Gu Yuena simply couldn't be bothered to answer his question.

Within her deep purple dragon eyes, a cold divine light surged forth. Her hands slowly clasped together in front of her chest, and a highly compressed, seven-colored sphere of light, containing the energy of ultimate destruction and seemingly containing countless miniature galaxies within, rapidly condensed into shape.

The surrounding space was violently distorted by its presence.

"It's over, Poseidon."

She parted her red lips slightly and pronounced the final verdict.

The seven-colored orb vanished from her hand in an instant, and the next moment, ignoring all spatial distances, it appeared inside Tang San's almost transparent divine consciousness body—a spatial jump.

Tang San didn't even have time to react; his face was frozen in shock and resentment.

"Do not--!!!"

Only a final, desperate roar escaped, and the seven-colored sphere of light that had entered his body suddenly exploded.

The dazzling seven-colored light completely devoured the wisp of the sea god's consciousness, and within the light, it seemed as if countless elements were exploding and annihilating wildly.

When the light faded, Tang San's divine consciousness had completely vanished without a trace, leaving not even the slightest energy particle behind. It had been completely erased from existence by the Silver Dragon King's ultimate attack, which condensed the essence of multiple elements.

As the light faded, Gu Yuena slowly lowered her hand, her beautiful face cold and indifferent, as if she had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

She turned her head slightly, looked in the direction of Jing Liu, and nodded in acknowledgment.

Jingliu glanced back indifferently, his cool gaze devoid of any emotion, and simply nodded in response.

Two equally powerful women, with absolute strength and thunderous force, decisively and swiftly defeated their respective opponents.

Above the ruins, only the silent ice sculptures of thundering thunder stand, along with the lingering energy ripples in the air.

Above Mingdu, the raging tide of destruction had temporarily subsided, but sorrow and deathly silence permeated the air.

Tang Wutong stood there, stunned, her beautiful face drained of color, like exquisite glass that had lost all its luster.

Her gaze was blank as she stared at the spot where the illusory image of the Sea God Tang San had vanished, where only specks of golden dust remained, like flickering candles in the wind, telling a final lament.

"dad…?"

She murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a dream, trembling with disbelief, "No...no way, Father is the God King, how could this be?"

She tried to sense that familiar, warm power of the sea god, but only touched a cold void.

The power of the sea god that protected her and gave her courage and confidence has truly vanished completely.

An unprecedented panic and bone-chilling cold instantly gripped her heart, almost making it impossible for her to breathe.

She is the daughter of a god king, and has been showered with love and affection since childhood. In her heart, her father, Tang San, is an omnipotent being and her eternal support.

But now, a part of that support system, right before her eyes, has been cruelly shattered and annihilated in an attempt to protect her.

The immense shock and indescribable sorrow overwhelmed her, leaving her instantly devoid of all strength and the ability to think.

Her slender body swayed slightly, and the light in her eyes dimmed completely, leaving only confusion and pain, as if the whole world had collapsed in front of her.

At this moment, his willpower plummeted to rock bottom.

At that very moment when Tang Wutong lost her composure and was completely unprepared—

A golden figure appeared silently behind her.

The newcomer held a golden dragon spear and had a striking resemblance to Tang Wutong, but with a more wild and cold demeanor. It was Wang Qiu'er.

Her gaze was incredibly complex. Looking at Tang Wutong, who was completely defenseless and on the verge of a breakdown, a struggle flashed deep in her eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by an even more intense desire.

That is a yearning for a complete soul, a pursuit of utter independence.

Not to be missed.

The last trace of hesitation in Wang Qiu'er's eyes turned into a cold determination.

The Golden Dragon Spear emitted a deep hum and, without the slightest hesitation, transformed into an extremely sharp golden streak, piercing with unparalleled precision towards Tang Wutong's unsuspecting back.

"Pfft——!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was so clear, yet so cruel.

"Ugh..."

Tang Wutong's body stiffened abruptly, and the intense pain caused her unfocused gaze to sharpen for a fleeting moment.

She lowered her head with difficulty and disbelief, looking at the golden spear tip, stained with bright red blood, protruding from her chest.

She wanted to turn around, but she no longer had the strength, though she knew who was behind her.

Life force is rapidly slipping away as the heart breaks.

The immense grief from her father's passing had not yet subsided, and now she was compounded by the shock and pain of being attacked.

(End of this chapter)