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

……

however.

Tianmeng's warning came too late.

Or rather, at this point, Huo Yuhao was no longer willing to listen to any advice.

His hand was already gripping the hilt of the blood-red spear tightly.

"Get up!!!"

Huo Yuhao roared, trying to pull out the divine weapon.

next second.

"boom--"

There was no divine weapon recognizing its master as imagined, nor was there any infusion of power.

The moment that hand touched the spear shaft, a pure and primordial bloodthirsty aura, seemingly from the ancient times, erupted along Huo Yuhao's arm!
That is not power.

That is will.

He is a god standing at the pinnacle of the universe, looking down upon all living beings, and to an ant that tries to touch his authority...

Contempt.

"puff--!!!"

Huo Yuhao didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backwards as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding soul-guided train.

He coughed up blood in mid-air, and the sleeve of his right arm ripped open instantly, the skin on his entire arm cracking open inch by inch, revealing the white bone, as if he had been slowly tortured by countless invisible blades.

"boom!"

His body crashed heavily to the ground, rolling more than a dozen times before stopping. He was barely breathing and had no strength left to move.

The blood-stained spear remained planted there silently, unmoved.

Even the dragon scale patterns on it haven't changed at all.

It was as if they had never cared about the offense of this ant.

"madness."

In the sky, the nine false gods saw this scene and immediately let out a mocking laugh.

"A sacred relic of heaven—how dare a filthy heretic like you touch it?"

"Do you see that? This is divine punishment!"

"Now, you should give up, right?"

The old man at the head of the group walked step by step toward Huo Yuhao. Although the power of the divine pillar was suppressed, he was still a false god who had borrowed divine power. Killing a seriously injured and dying Huo Yuhao would be as easy as turning his hand.

"It's over, heretics."

"In your next life, remember to always have reverence for the heavens."

Huo Yuhao lay in a pool of blood, his vision blurred.

He looked at the approaching Grim Reaper, then at the towering, blood-stained spear, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

Is it really... over?
Even fate... is on the opposite side of me?
Just as the holy sword was about to strike, just when everyone thought everything was settled.

"Om-"

The blood-red spear, which had always been silent and aloof, suddenly... moved.

It trembled slightly.

Just for a moment.

An invisible ripple spread out instantly.

"when!"

The angelic sword in the elder's hand shattered into pieces the moment it came into contact with the ripple, as if it were made of glass!

Immediately afterwards, a calm, languid voice, yet carrying an undeniable authority, slowly descended from the blood spear, or rather, from the void above the nine heavens.

"Who gave you permission..."

"You touched my things?"

The voice fell.

Heaven and earth were silent.

The sound wasn't loud, nor was it particularly deafening.

But to everyone present, it sounded like a thunderclap, especially to the nine false gods, who felt as if a giant hand was gripping their hearts deep within their souls.

Because they can tell.

This sentence……

It wasn't said to Huo Yuhao.

Instead, it was...that I said to them.

"boom--!!!"

The sky, which was originally shrouded in blood, was suddenly torn in two.

In the east, endless golden holy light poured down like a waterfall, each ray containing extreme heat and holiness, instantly washing away the false god aura emanating from the nine divine pillars.

In the west, vast blue waves surged into the sky, and the gentle yet irresistible power of the ocean covered the land, as if the whole world had sunk into the tranquil depths of the sea.

Golden and blue light intertwine, sacredness and inclusiveness coexist.

At the center of these two immense forces that even the laws of heaven and earth submit to, two exquisitely beautiful figures, like rulers from mythology, slowly descended.

On the left, with six outstretched wings, clad in golden armor and wearing an angel's crown, she was so noble that one dared not look directly at her—the Angel God, Qian Renxue.

On the right, holding a scepter, with a long dress trailing on the ground, her temperament is gentle and graceful, yet she exudes a vastness that encompasses all things—Poseidon, the sea goddess.

A true god has descended. At that moment, the entire Douluo Star seemed to stop spinning.

Whether they were the people of Tiandou City, the Soul Masters from all sides, or the arrogant Federation army, the moment they saw these two figures, their instincts from the depths of their souls made them make the same move.

bow down.

"Greetings, Lord Angel! Greetings, Lord Sea God!"

The roar of worship, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, echoed through the heavens. This was true faith, the most primal reverence for the ruler of the laws.

Compared to them, the nine "false gods" who relied on the divine pillar to forcibly improve their realm and are now trembling in fear are simply like monkeys wearing dragon robes, ridiculous and laughable.

Xuanming did not come.

Just as Huo Yuhao had guessed, the supreme "Heaven" was currently busy enjoying his honeymoon in some gentle paradise and had no time to personally intervene in this trivial matter.

That blood-stained spear was his stance, his written order.

The spear falling signifies permission.

His women will naturally clean up the mess that's left behind.

"Is this what you call...acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her golden eyes coldly sweeping over the nine old men who were already paralyzed with fear on the ground, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"They steal my faith, borrow my divine power, and even use my name to kill people."

"You bunch of ants, you've got some nerve."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it made the nine false gods feel their souls burning. It was a direct suppression from the laws of angels; with just a thought from Qian Renxue, the borrowed angelic power within them would instantly backfire and burn them to ashes.

On the other side, Poseidon remained silent.

She simply waved the scepter of the sea god in her hand.

"Om-"

A soft yet vibrant beam of sea god's light shone down and landed in the enormous pit.

A miracle happened.

The fragments of the "Dark Blood Demon" mech, which had been smashed to pieces and scattered all over the ground, seemed to come alive under the blue light, automatically floating up and rapidly reassembling.

Broken armor heals, twisted skeleton is restored, and extinguished energy core is reignited.

In just a few breaths.

The God-Slaying Mech that once struck fear into the Federation has stood intact on the earth once more, and even... the Deep Sea Crystal at its core shines even more brilliantly under the nourishment of the Sea God's Light!
As the mech was being repaired, a petite figure slowly emerged from behind Poseidon.

A dark blue outfit, a resolute gaze.

It was Tang Ya, the leader of the Tang Clan.

"Yuhao!"

Tang Ya looked at Huo Yuhao lying in a pool of blood, severely injured but still clinging to life, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She wanted to rush over, but Poseidon gently pressed her shoulder down.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Poseidon said gently, "With the protection of good fortune and the tempering of the Heavenly Spear's malevolent energy, this is both a calamity and a blessing for him."

Tang Ya nodded and looked at Poseidon with gratitude.

Before this decisive battle began, when Huo Yuhao decided to go all in, Tang Ya made a crazy decision.

Carrying a fragment of the Deep Sea Crystal bestowed upon her by Xuanming, she traveled alone to Seagod Island.

It's a big gamble.

She was gambling that since the "Heaven" named "Xuanming" had given her the Deep Sea Crystal, Seagod Island might give her a chance out of this karmic connection.

She won the bet.

When she finally arrived at Poseidon Island after many hardships, Poseidon did not expel her, but instead let her in.

However, Poseidon did not immediately agree to help at that time.

Because Xuanming has not yet made a statement.

As one of the administrators of the divine realm, Poseidon was well aware of Xuanming's rules: gods do not interfere with mortal changes unless... mortals cross the line.

So she kept waiting.

With Tang Ya by his side, he stood atop the clouds, quietly watching everything unfold.

Until that blood-red spear descended from the sky, until Xuanming's words, "Who allowed you to touch my things?" resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

That's the signal.

It was Xuanming's fury at these false gods for stealing the power of the divine pillar, and also an order to put an end to this farce.

"Thank you... thank you, Lord Sea God!"

Tang Ya knelt on the cloud, sobbing uncontrollably.

Poseidon smiled slightly, her gaze falling on the nine ashen-faced old men below. Her gentle eyes now held a hint of the majesty of a sea overlord.

"Stealing divine power, impersonating divine pronouncements, and attempting to destroy the spark of change."

"Xuanming said that anyone who touches his things will have to pay the price."

"Since he disdains to do it himself..."

The Angelic Holy Sword in Qian Renxue's hand burst into flames as she took over the conversation, her voice as cold as a knife.

"Then let us be the executioners."

The words fell.

Golden flames and blue waves descended from the sky at the same time.

This time, there was no mercy, no judgment.

Only cleaning. (End of Chapter)