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

Ning Rongrong knew that conventional methods were no longer effective.

Oscar flashed to her side, his handsome face full of solemnity.

He glanced at Tang Hao and A Yin, who were retreating steadily, then at the robin in the distance who was still singing softly as if everything was irrelevant to her, and finally turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, let me do it," he said in a low voice.

Ning Rongrong certainly understood what Oscar was talking about.

That was their last trump card, the trump card that Oscar had kept hidden until now.

"Use it."

Ning Rongrong nodded.

Having received Ning Rongrong's approval, Oscar no longer hesitated.

He took a deep breath and took out a sausage.

That sausage looked completely different from any of the ones he usually made.

Its entire body is a strange dark red color, as if it were formed from dried blood, and its surface is covered with mysterious blood-red patterns.

The mere act of taking it out caused an uncontrollable spread of a terrifying aura—a aura of brutality, dominance, and endless slaughter and judgment.

Even Lu Jingming, who was in the distance, subconsciously turned his gaze over.

This is a divine skill that Oscar developed after becoming the God of Cookery, a divine-level mirror sausage.

What he copied was not someone else's soul skill, but the supreme divine skill that God King Tang San used when he activated the position of the God of Asura—the Asura Blood Sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the ominous-looking mirror sausage whole.

"boom--!!!!!"

The moment the sausage entered his stomach, an indescribable, extremely violent crimson divine power exploded within Oscar's body.

Countless bloody cracks instantly appeared on his body surface, and divine blood gushed out like a fountain, only to be evaporated by the bloody divine power the moment it left his body.

"Ugh... Ahh ...

Oscar let out a roar of extreme pain, his eyes instantly turning blood red, devoid of any emotion, containing only the purest judgment and slaughter of all things.

His body was forcibly elongated and stretched under the crimson divine light, and his magnificent God of Food armor shattered inch by inch. In its place was a set of Asura Demon Armor formed from crimson divine power, filled with ferocious barbs and killing runes.

A terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of a second-level god, and even a first-level god, truly reaching the realm of a god-king, erupted from his body and swept across the entire world.

The clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed by this oppressive force, and the earth trembled violently under it. Even Hanabi and Vita, who were watching from afar, subconsciously stood up, their spectator expressions disappearing and replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

"A God-King level... attack?"

Wang Qiu'er and Zhang Lexuan's expressions changed drastically at the same time. They could feel that the power was no longer something they could resist.

Faced with that pure law of slaughter, their divine laws seemed to wail in despair.

In the distant void, a previously blurry figure quietly solidified.

Jing Liu had appeared there at some point, her blood-red eyes seemingly piercing through the void as she stared intently in Oscar's direction.

A chill gathered, and the Tanhua Sword quietly appeared in her hand, trembling slightly, as if it had encountered an enemy that could excite it.

However, Lu Jingming was the first to react.

He looked at Oscar, whose aura had reached its peak, and at the blood-red greatsword in his hand that was slowly taking shape, a weapon seemingly capable of splitting the entire world in two, composed of pure killing principles. The composure on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

"interesting."

He spoke softly, and then he moved.

He slowly brought the black spear Black Abyss and the white lance White Flower together in front of him.

The two divine artifacts, representing the two extreme forces of creation and destruction and life, did not repel or collide at the moment of contact.

Instead, they seemed like long-lost things of the same origin, perfectly fused together.

The black and white gun barrels resemble two intertwined yin-yang fish, spiraling and ultimately transforming into a new spear that exudes a profound, chaotic aura, seemingly capable of devouring all light.

On the gun barrel, black and white divine patterns flickered like breathing. At the tip of the gun, the two powers of black and white merged perfectly, forming a micro singularity that was invisible to the naked eye and constantly cyclical between creation and decay.

This is the complete form of the Black Abyss White Flower.

It is a divine weapon that can be considered top-tier even among super artifacts.

"Black Abyss White Flower, Overlimit Mode—"

Lu Jingming let out a low shout, and poured all the divine power within his body into the gun.

The spear emitted a hum, and the black and white singularity at its tip began to spin wildly, fully activating the power of creation and decay.

"—Creation and Annihilation Spiral!"

At the same time, Oscar unleashed the strongest blow of his life.

"Asura... Blood Sword!!!"

He used all his strength to slash the blood-red giant sword, which contained the power of a god-king's attack, fiercely at Lu Jingming.

In an instant, all sounds in the world disappeared.

All that remained in everyone's eyes was that blood-red sword light that stretched across the heavens and earth, seemingly about to cleave the entire planet in two.

Wherever the sword light passed, space was easily torn apart like a fragile canvas, revealing the colorful and chaotic spatial turbulence behind it.

Faced with this attack from the God King, Lu Jingming's actions were extremely simple.

He simply thrust the Black Abyss White Flower in his hand forward in an unremarkable manner.

A pure, jet-black beam of light shot out from the tiny singularity at the tip of the spear, which was constantly cycling between creation and decay.

This black beam of light did not emit light, heat, or even make any sound.

Wherever it passed, space was not torn apart, but erased, leaving behind an absolutely void, black trail from which even light could not escape.

The next moment, to everyone's utter astonishment, the blood-red sword light, powerful enough to split the heavens and the earth, collided violently with the pure black pillar of light.

“Sizzle!!!!”

A chilling, grating noise, as if the space itself were being ground down, erupted.

At the center of the collision, an absolutely stationary energy sphere with a diameter of 100 meters was formed.

Half of the sphere is a boiling, blood-red divine power representing slaughter and judgment, where countless wronged souls and phantoms of gods and demons roar and struggle, trying to drag everything into a blood-soaked hell.

The other half represents the unfathomable, pure darkness that signifies end and nothingness. It is silent yet constantly and greedily devours everything around it, including light, space, and the laws of nature.

The two god-king level powers were briefly locked in a stalemate.

The crimson Asura sword light, with its indomitable killing intent, frantically assaulted the black pillar of light, attempting to sever and tear it apart.

The pitch-black spiral of creation and destruction, with its power to encompass and end all things, continuously decomposes and annihilates that law of slaughter.

The stalemate lasted less than a second. Everyone could clearly see that the crimson energy sphere began to fluctuate unstablely at the boundary where it touched the black sphere.

The black parts are visibly eroding the red parts bit by bit.

Like a drop of thick ink falling into blood, darkness began to spread and proliferate ruthlessly and irrationally.

The Asura divine power, filled with the will to kill and judge, seemed to have lost its foundation in the face of the authority that represented the end, and its very existence was being erased from the level of laws.

"No...impossible!"

Oscar, who was already on the verge of collapse due to the power of the Asura God, showed fear and disbelief for the first time in his blood-red eyes.

He could feel that the supreme Asura power he had borrowed was wailing and trembling with fear, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis.

The black beam of light began to gain the upper hand, like an ever-expanding black hole, and began to suppress the crimson greatsword.

The crimson greatsword let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and fine black cracks began to appear on its blade, each crack frantically devouring the crimson light on the sword.

Finally, it was accompanied by a shattering sound.

The entire crimson giant sword, along with the boiling crimson energy ball, was completely swallowed by the dark pillar of light, leaving not a trace.

After the jet-black pillar of light devoured the Asura Blood Sword, its size did not decrease at all. On the contrary, it became even deeper and purer because it absorbed a huge amount of energy.

It continued its momentum, instantly traversing the distance of space and arriving in front of Oscar.

Oscar didn't even have time to react or feel any pain.

He just watched helplessly as the black light gradually enlarged in his field of vision.

From the outside, Oscar's massive body, encased in the Asura Armor, vanished the moment it was touched by the black light, like sand scattered by the wind, silently and completely annihilated from head to toe, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

Both body and spirit perished.

The dark beam of light did not stop even after it had engulfed Oscar.

It pierced the sky, tore through the thick clouds, penetrated the thin atmosphere, and struck with terrifying speed and precision a meteorite over 100 meters in diameter that was slowly drifting in orbit outside Douluo Star.

That huge meteorite also did not explode.

It was silently erased from existence the instant it was struck by the black light, turning into nothingness cosmic dust.

The whole world seemed to have been muted at that moment.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky, at the black trail that stretched across the heavens and earth and lingered for a long time, their minds completely blank.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the spot where Oscar had disappeared.

There was nothing there.

There was no blood, no remains, no energy fluctuations, and not even a trace of life was left behind.

It's as if... Oscar never existed in this world.

Dead silence.

Deathly silence.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Ah...ah...ahh ...

A piercing scream, so shrill it was almost inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and venom, suddenly shattered the deathly silence.

Ning Rongrong's body trembled violently, and her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with frantic bloodshot veins. Two lines of bloody tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Little Ao..."

She muttered to herself, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

Then, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes, filled with blood, tears, and insane hatred, fixed on Lu Jingming.

"You...you actually dared to kill Xiao Ao!!!"

Her voice was distorted and shrill, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with hatred that could burn the soul.

"I'm going to kill you!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Reason completely collapsed at this moment.

Ning Rongrong disregarded everything, transforming into a nine-colored streak of light. She didn't even have time to summon the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda. She charged towards Lu Jingming like a madwoman, using her fragile divine body, which served as a support-type deity.

She wanted to bite, tear, and do whatever it took to hurt the man who had killed her.

Looking at the nine-colored stream of light carrying sorrow and death, a complex emotion flashed in Lu Jingming's eyes.

He sighed softly.

Then, he raised the Black Abyss White Flower in his hand again.

That shocking, unconventional overlimit mode was not activated again.

It was simply, casually, handed forward.

A barely perceptible black light flashed past the tip of the gun.

"puff."

A faint, almost inaudible sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, rang out.

Ning Rongrong's forward-rushing figure suddenly stopped three meters away from Lu Jingming.

She slowly lowered her head and saw the black spear tip piercing her heart.

There was no bleeding from the wound, only a rapidly expanding ring of black lines that symbolized decay.

She felt no pain, only that her life force, her divine power, and her soul were being devoured and disintegrated by the spear tip.

The madness and hatred in her eyes began to recede like the tide, replaced by a sense of relief and bewilderment.

She raised her head and took one last look at Lu Jingming's calm, expressionless face. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, no sound was made.

The last glimmer of light in her eyes was completely extinguished.

Lu Jingming flicked his wrist and withdrew his spear.

Ning Rongrong's body, like a doll that has lost all support, fell backward helplessly.

As she fell, her divine body, under the influence of that decaying power, weathered away inch by inch from the inside out, and finally, before hitting the ground, it turned into countless nine-colored light spots that dissipated with the wind.

The legendary Nine-Colored Goddess has fallen.

"No--!!!!!"

Having just caught his breath after being severely injured by Wang Qiu'er and supported by A Yin, Tang Hao witnessed Oscar and Ning Rongrong, his juniors, being brutally murdered by Lu Jingming in less than a minute. His heart, once as hard as steel, finally shattered completely at that moment. (End of Chapter)