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

Chapter 407 The Unlucky Xuanzi

Given enough time to adapt and accumulate experience, Bibi Dong will soon possess the true power of a first-level god, thanks to the strength of her Rakshasa Godhood.

Now is the most dangerous and unpredictable time for her.

A god driven by anger and obsession often possesses destructive power far exceeding that of the norm.

With her attack thwarted, Bibi Dong's madness intensified. She pointed her Rakshasa Demon Scythe at Xiao Wu and Jing Yuan, her icy voice resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "Those who block my way, die."

Faced with Bibi Dong's declaration, which was full of madness and destruction, Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

Even if a deity who has fallen into madness is not yet fully powerful, he is by no means an existence that can be easily shaken.

"It seems there's no way to resolve this peacefully."

Jing Yuan sighed softly, the array blade in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious hum.

The golden lightning that had been gently swirling around him suddenly became violent, like a thunder dragon awakening, letting out a deafening roar.

Xiao Wu didn't speak, but took a deep breath. Blue divine power burned fiercely around her like flames, and her powerful pressure was no less than that of the Rakshasa God opposite her.

She had just devoured her counterpart, and her injuries had improved considerably.

"kill."

Bibi Dong said no more, and swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. This time, it was no longer a casual strike.

Endless purplish-black evil energy surged from her body, transforming into twisted, wailing chains of vengeful spirits that swept over Jing Yuan and Xiao Wu, corroding even the space itself with a hissing sound—Rakshasa Divine Skill, Vengeful Spirit Entanglement.

"Humph."

Xiao Wu let out a sharp cry, her figure moving like lightning, leaving behind afterimages in the air.

Her fists and legs were wrapped in a blue divine power that had been condensed to the extreme. With each swing and kick, she precisely shattered a chain of vengeful spirits. The blue radiance and the purplish-black evil energy collided and annihilated each other, producing a piercing explosion.

Her fighting style is direct and violent, combining graceful techniques with divine power, like a war goddess who dances gracefully yet is deadly.

However, the chains of vengeful spirits are endless and contain a vicious power that erodes the soul.

Although Xiao Wu was able to protect herself, she found it difficult to break through the multiple layers of blockade in a short time.

Just then, Jing Yuan made a move.

He did not rush forward, but instead held the array sword upright in front of him, his eyes seemingly brewing a golden pool of lightning.

An aura far more vast and majestic than before surged into the sky.

"Your mighty spirit, obey my decree."

A deep and majestic chant rang out from his lips.

“Rumble——!!!”

Above the sky, it seemed as if a thunderous pool was about to collapse.

Endless golden divine lightning converged, and a towering golden lightning colossus suddenly materialized.

This colossus was clad in lightning armor, its face majestic and indistinct. It wielded a massive weapon formed from pure lightning, and its body radiated a magnificent divine power that could cleanse evil and judge sin.

This is precisely Jing Yuan's powerful ally—the Divine Lord.

As soon as the Divine Lord appeared, he let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and swept out his thunderous weapon.

In an instant, a burst of golden light erupted, and countless golden lightning bolts as thick as buckets rushed towards the chains of vengeful spirits that filled the sky like raging dragons.

The supremely yang and powerful divine thunder is the nemesis of such yin and evil forces.

"Chichichichi——!"

Like boiling water poured on snow, the seemingly endless chains of vengeful spirits melted and disintegrated in large swathes under the impact of the golden sea of ​​lightning, turning into wisps of smoke after emitting a mournful shriek.

Bibi Dong's offensive stalled.

"So brave."

Bibi Dong was furious; she hadn't expected her opponent to have such methods.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe was raised high above its head, and purplish-black divine power was poured into it. The scythe blade expanded instantly, transforming into a giant phantom of a demon scythe that stretched across the sky. With a terrifying will to judge all living beings and tear everything apart, it slashed down fiercely at the God-King and Jing Yuan below him.

Rakshasa Annihilation Slash.

This attack had already used the original power of the Rakshasa God's position, and its power far exceeded that of the previous one.

"Roar!"

Undeterred, the Thunder God stepped forward with his massive body, gripping the thunder weapon tightly in both hands. He drew upon the golden divine lightning of the heavens, transforming it into a golden bolt of lightning that tore through the sky, and fiercely met the purplish-black world-destroying scythe.

At the same time, Xiao Wu also seized the opportunity.

In a flash, she appeared to Bibi Dong's side as if she had teleported. All her divine power was concentrated into one point, and her delicate body spun. With a waist bow containing the power of destruction, she aimed straight for Bibi Dong's waist and abdomen.

"Little tricks."

Despite her surprise, Bibi Dong remained calm. Her free left hand flashed with purple light, instantly creating layers upon layers of Rakshasa shields.

"boom--!!!!!"

Golden lightning clashed with the purplish-black scythe first.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wu's bow slammed hard against the Rakshasa shield.

This collision was far greater than any before.

An indescribable roar erupted, as if the entire world was wailing.

The space at the center of the collision shattered like broken glass, revealing the chaotic void turbulence behind it.

A terrifying energy halo, a mixture of gold, blue, and purplish-black, spread wildly at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. Wherever it passed, mountains were flattened, the earth was torn into bottomless chasms, and forests were turned into scorched earth.

The aftermath of the true divine war was devastating.

In the distance, Qian Renxue, who was leading the army of the Martial Soul Empire, suddenly looked up. A look of astonishment and solemnity flashed in her golden eyes. She clearly felt the crazy divine power belonging to the Rakshasa God, as well as two other divine powers that were not weak at all, but had different attributes and were equally powerful, colliding.

"Who...is she the only one?"

Further away, Lu Jingming, who had already left, paused slightly, turned back to look in the direction of the energy burst, and a hint of understanding and amusement flashed in his eyes.

"Oh? They've started fighting? Interesting."

Jingliu, standing beside him, also glanced at him silently, his cold eyes reflecting the distant energy storm, without saying a word.

On the edge of the battlefield, Huo Yuhao's expression changed drastically as soon as the God-King descended and Bibi Dong unleashed her true divine power.

Without hesitation, he reopened the gate to the undead demiplane and pushed Beibei, who was holding Tang Ya, inside.

"Go inside and hide; it's too dangerous outside."

He himself remained at the entrance, anxiously watching the battle outside, while simultaneously manipulating the power of the undead demiplane to firmly stabilize the entrance and prevent this spatial coordinate from collapsing in the aftermath of the divine war.

In the center of the battlefield, the first all-out battle has temporarily come to an end.

The purplish-black giant scythe and the golden thunder god both shattered, and Xiao Wu was also bounced away by the recoil force of the Rakshasa Shield.

Bibi Dong stood holding a sickle, her breathing slightly disordered, but the madness in her eyes grew even more intense.

She stared intently ahead.

Jing Yuan remained composed. Though his divine figure had dimmed somewhat, he still stood majestically, the lightning around him gathering once more. Xiao Wu landed beside him, her breathing steady, her eyes sharp.

The three gods stand in a tripod formation, their imposing presence stirring up the winds and clouds.

Bibi Dong knew she had met a tough opponent today.

But her obsession and anger made it impossible for her to back down even a step.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold me off."

The Rakshasa's divine power surged once more, and an even more terrifying aura was brewing.

This unconventional battle of the three gods, born from love, hate, and grudges, has clearly only just begun to reach its climax.

Outside the Killing City, the endless mountain ranges resemble the spine of a giant beast lying on the earth. The air is filled with a faint but pervasive stench of blood and violence, and even the wind carries a biting chill.

Several streaks of light were streaking across the ominous mountain range in a disheveled state; they were Ma Xiaotao, Xuanzi, and their group, who had narrowly escaped death from the main battlefield.

Protected by Aglaia's power, Ma Xiaotao's fiery red hair was slightly disheveled, and the shock of the battle still lingered on her pretty face.

Han Ruoruo's face was also pale, and she pursed her lips tightly.

Behind them was Xuanzi, who was weak and injured, as well as four other Shrek Super Douluo. Xu Sanshi was protected by Xuanzi at his side, and the cracks on the tortoise shell shield told of the previous tragedy.

They didn't even dare to fly at full speed, fearing that excessive energy fluctuations would attract pursuers from behind. They could only suppress their soul power and speed along the mountain ridge like frightened birds.

"Quickly, if we cross this mountain range, we should be safe for the time being."

Xuanzi urged him on in a hoarse voice, his cloudy eyes filled with lingering fear and urgency.

He covered the rear, constantly scanning the area behind him with vigilance.

However, the deadly threat did not come from behind them.

Just as they flew over a towering, scorching mountain peak that resembled a volcano.

Time seemed to freeze suddenly.

An indescribable, chilling killing intent, like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber, silently enveloped the world.

There was no roar, no howl, but that pure, life-extinguishing "killing intent" froze the soul more than any sound.

Below, atop that solitary, fiery red peak, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

He stood there quietly, as if he had become one with the mountain range.

He was tall and upright, wearing a black and white trench coat.

A head of short white hair remained motionless in the blood-soaked wind, like a cold sculpture.

What's most unsettling is the sword he holds in his hand.

It was a longsword with an ancient design and an ominous dark red color.

The sword seemed to be forged from congealed blood and endless killing intent; its mere existence was enough to continuously devour the surrounding light and life force.

The hilt of the sword faintly reveals intricate demonic runes, emanating a ghostly aura that sends shivers down one's spine—the Asura Demon Sword.

The person wielding this demonic sword had a face as cold and stern as ice, and deep within his blue eyes lay not a trace of reason, but boundless destruction.

He is the corrupted Kevin, born in the filthy city of slaughter.

"Then...what is that?!"

A Super Douluo's voice trembled; as a Super Douluo, he felt as insignificant as an ant at this moment.

"No, go back."

Aglaia's usually composed and elegant face was now filled with solemnity. The lightning around her surged violently as she uttered a low shout:
"Avoid him, absolutely do not get close."

Almost at the same moment Aglaia issued her warning—

The corrupted Kevin atop the solitary peak moved.

He didn't look at anyone; he simply raised the Asura Demon Sword in his hand and casually swung it at the void in front of him.

There is no earth-shaking momentum and no dazzling brilliance.

Only a thin, blood-red sword light, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, silently streaked out.

The moment that sword light appeared, the entire world seemed to be stripped of its color.

The grayness of the sky, the dark red of the mountains, and even the faint light emanating from the soul power of the crowd—all colors were rapidly fading, turning into a monotonous, lifeless gray-white.

Only that blood-red sword mark became the only striking and unique "color" in this gray and white world.

It did not move in a straight line, but rather appeared in front of the fleeing group in an instant, as if traversing a distance in space, defying common sense.

Aglaia's reaction was incredibly fast.

Countless golden threads wrapped around Han Ruoruo and Ma Xiaotao, and the three of them instantly became blurred, as if they had merged into space, and fled to the side and back at an incredible speed.

She chose the most correct approach—avoiding direct confrontation.

However, the four Super Douluo following behind them were not so lucky or powerful.

They couldn't even fully show their shock before their soul power shield shattered silently like a bubble in the sunlight. When the seemingly slow but actually mind-defying crimson sword light swept past, their bodies were like pencil drawings erased by an eraser, instantly decomposing and collapsing into the finest particles, dissipating into this gray world.

There were no screams, no resistance, as if they had never existed.

"Do not!!"

Xuanzi's eyes were bloodshot, but he had no time to grieve, because the aftershocks of the sword light had already swept over him.

He roared, and the phantom of the Taotie Divine Ox frantically condensed behind him, pouring all his soul power and even life force into the defense. At the same time, he used all his strength to push Xu Sanshi beside him to the side and back.

"laugh--!"

A soft sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

Xuanzi's defense, which was strong enough to withstand the attack of a Title Douluo, was so fragile that it was easily destroyed by the aftershocks of the blood-red sword light.

He felt a chill on his right shoulder, followed by an indescribable, excruciating pain that seemed to strike directly at his soul.

His entire right arm was severed at the shoulder.

The wound was as smooth as a mirror, but no blood gushed out immediately, because the killing sword energy had already corroded the wound, stopping the flow of blood and leaving only a chilling, deathly gray.

"Mr. Xuan."

Upon seeing Xuanzi's severed arm, Xu Sanshi let out a shrill cry, and the tortoise shell shield instantly enlarged in an attempt to block Xuanzi's path.

"Walk!!"

Xuanzi's face was ashen, and he endured the excruciating pain that nearly made him faint and the tearing sensation in his soul. With his remaining left hand, he grabbed Xu Sanshi, burned his soul power, and fled for his life in a direction completely different from Aglaia's without looking back.

He didn't even dare to look back at the figure on the lonely peak; he had only one thought in his mind: escape, get as far away from that monster as possible.

With just one sword strike, four Super Douluo fell, and Xuanzi, a level 98 cultivator, was severely injured and lost an arm.

On the solitary peak, the corrupted Kevin slowly sheathed the Asura Demon Sword. His empty blue eyes remained unmoved, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He stood there silently, once again becoming one with the mountains, a timeless and despairing symbol of death in this forbidden zone.

(End of this chapter)