Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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"Heavens... what if they're blind?"

Huo Yuhao's blood-stained murmur didn't travel far on the deathly silent battlefield before it was completely drowned out by a sudden, earth-shattering shriek.

Just as the nine arrogant, resurrected pseudo-gods were gathering their second round of divine punishment, preparing to completely annihilate Huo Yuhao and this last spark of resistance—

The sky changed color.

The sky, which had been painted with vibrant colors by the nine divine pillars, lost all its color in an instant, leaving only a chilling crimson that seemed to have frozen over millions of years.

"Boom——!!!"

A streak of crimson lightning ripped through the sky, followed by a spear that, carrying a terrifying force capable of piercing stars, plummeted straight down from the center of the crimson vortex!

That's neither ordinary iron nor soul-guided metal.

The spear was a dark, blood-red color, and its shaft was covered with dense, lifelike dragon scale patterns.

Every dragon scale seemed to breathe, to tremble, emanating an ancient, desolate, and extremely brutal aura of slaughter.

"Boom——!!!"

The spear fell to the ground.

It didn't pierce anyone; instead, it stuck straight into the plaza ground between Huo Yuhao and the nine false gods.

However, it is this seemingly simple insertion.

An invisible, domineering wave of law instantly swept outwards in all directions from the spear as its center!

"Om-"

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The nine divine pillars, which had been radiating brilliant light and frantically channeling the power of faith, seemed like subjects before a king the moment this wave swept over them, emitting a trembling sound of fear, and then…

The light has completely faded!

All the transmission of divine power came to an abrupt halt.

"what?!"

The nine false gods, who were just about to make their move, felt the vast, ocean-like power within them instantly freeze, as if a rushing river had been suddenly cut off by a towering mountain.

Their bodies, which were still suspended in the air, suddenly sank, and they almost fell to the ground.

That overwhelming divine pressure melted away instantly before that blood-red spear, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Instead, they were met with a pure killing intent that sent shivers down their spines.

That was the killing intent of "Heaven," which transcended angels, sea gods, asuras, and even dragon gods.

"What...what is this?!"

The old man at the head of the group stared in horror at the blood-stained spear stuck in the ground. He could feel the divine power within him uncontrollably submitting to the spear, as if that thing were the true master of these powers.

At that moment, among the church leaders who were watching the spectacle or cheering in the distance, several of the oldest and most experienced bishops collapsed to the ground the instant they saw the blood spear.

In their eyes, there was no surprise, only endless fear.

"Blood...blood spear..."

An old bishop pointed a trembling finger at the spear, his voice as if someone were strangling him, "That is...that is the Spear of Heaven recorded in the Book of Creation!"

"It destroyed an era and then rebuilt one... It was the scepter of 'Heaven,' and also the butcher's knife of 'Heaven'!"

"It...it really exists?!"

At this moment, millions of living beings throughout the entire Ming capital were suffocated by this terrifying pressure.

The sky truly exists.

And he descended.

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Deep within the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner.

A boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, with short blond hair, was clutching his head tightly, huddled behind a broken wall, trembling like a leaf.

"It's over, it's over..."

The blond boy—who had always disguised himself as a human and hid in the shadows to advise Huo Yuhao—had his once handsome face now completely drained of color.

"They've even thrown down the blood spears... They're clearing out the area!"

"No, I have to run... but with this oppressive force, I can't even move a finger!"

In the center of the battlefield.

After their initial shock, the nine false gods quickly recovered.

They glanced at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw a hint of... relief, or even ecstasy.

They knew of the existence of "Heaven".

When they used the power of the divine pillars, they glimpsed the history of ten thousand years ago and saw how that supreme being established this order.

In their view, what they are doing now is to maintain the order set by "Heaven" and to eliminate heretics who are trying to destroy the Soul Ring system.

"Heaven... has not abandoned us!"

The elderly man at the head of the group trembled with excitement. Pointing at the blood-stained spear, he shouted, "Do you see that?! This is a miracle! This is the will of Heaven!"

"Heaven heard our prayers! Heaven itself has sent down punishment!"

"This spear is here to help us execute this heretic!"

"Huo Yuhao! You defied the heavens, and now even the heavens want to kill you! What else do you have to say?!"

Hearing these distorted and untrue statements, Huo Yuhao, who was lying in the ruins of the mecha, struggled to raise his head.

He stared at the blood-red spear that was so close at hand.

The aura emanating from it was cold, ruthless, yet so powerful that it instilled despair.

"Heavens... want to kill me?"

Huo Yuhao smiled bitterly, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

Is this the answer?

"I refuse to accept this..."

Huo Yuhao's fingers dug deep into the soil, his nails broke off, and blood gushed out.

"If this is fate... then fate is so unfair!"

"Since you want to kill me... since you all want to kill me..."

A near-mad flame suddenly ignited in Huo Yuhao's eyes. It was the desperate struggle of a cornered beast, a last-ditch effort after being trapped in a hopeless situation.

"Then I'll... borrow your knife!"

Since this spear is so powerful, and since it can suppress the nine false gods.

If I could get it...

If I could control it...

Will we be able to turn the tide and win? Will we be able to wipe out all these hypocritical charlatans?!

I am the chosen one! I am the protagonist selected for this world!
There is nothing in this world that I, Huo Yuhao, cannot do!

“Ahhhh——!!!”

With a heart-wrenching roar, Huo Yuhao actually managed to burst out of the shattered cockpit.

He was covered in blood, and the soul core in his spiritual sea spun wildly, squeezing out the last bit of spiritual power. He turned into a blur and rushed towards the blood spear without regard for anything else!
"stop--!!!"

Just as Huo Yuhao's fingers were about to touch the cold spear shaft...

A sharp, piercing scream suddenly exploded in his mind.

"Idiot! Don't touch it!!!"

Hiding in the crowd, Tianmeng finally couldn't hold back and directly used mental sharing to roar wildly in Huo Yuhao's mind.

"That is the Spear of Heaven! It is a supreme divine artifact belonging exclusively to Xuanming!"

"Apart from Xuanming, no one in this world is qualified to touch it! Not even a God-King!"

"You'll die! You'll be instantly turned into an idiot by that murderous intent!"

"Stop right there! Huo Yuhao!"

Even if you are the chosen one... in front of that man, luck is nothing but a fart!

"He is an being capable of denying fate and rewriting the rules! Your destiny cannot defy his will!!" (End of Chapter)