Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 411 Gods: "The situation is urgent, let's kill Tang San together!"

Damn it!

"Greed, did you see the crack in Xiao Qi's soul?"

"Is this division in the mouth of a beast a brutal tearing apart?"

The God of Arrogance's eyes were bloodshot, and the third of the soul that Qian Renxue displayed, which recorded Xiao Qi's memories, had shocking cracks.

It's like someone forcibly tore a soul apart from three directions. There's no precision, no protection whatsoever!

This isn't doing what's best for his daughter! This is outright torture and murder!

The god of greed almost turned into the god of wrath. Others may not understand, but don't the gods of original sin understand?

"Tang San, you bastard."

Even at my most ruthless, I never considered tearing the enemy's soul into three pieces!

"That is the most extreme pain in the world! Being pierced by a thousand arrows or tortured to death by a thousand cuts is not enough!"

The goddess of desire revealed sadness; although she governed people's most vile desires, her heart was also the most delicate among the gods of original sin.

"Tang San doesn't understand the soul."

“A soul nourished by immortal energy is resilient. Xiao Qi’s soul couldn’t have been torn apart instantly; there must have been a slow process. Xiao Qi…”

The god of sloth was no longer sleepy and immediately perked up, saying, "Stitching?"

"Use your head to stitch it up? Xiao Qi's soul has already been scattered, and her three souls have become independent."

"The so-called stitching is nothing more than killing two more people and stitching together a chimera that has the memories of three people at the same time."

"Even if all seven of us, the Gods of Original Sin, were to work together, we still wouldn't be able to bring Xiao Qi back. Rather than believing that, we should believe that the God of Time can reverse time and save Xiao Qi from the past."

Upon hearing the words of the seven Sin Gods, who held supreme authority over the soul, the elemental gods were in an uproar.

"I (divine profanity)!!!"

"I thought Tang San, you just went crazy during this period of demonic possession, but I didn't expect you were always this crazy!"

"Letting her own mother possess the essence of life in this plane, tearing apart her own daughter's soul..."

"You call yourself a righteous god! Even the Rakshasa God of the past wouldn't do such a beastly thing as you!"

The most hot-tempered of the Fire Gods grabbed the Water Gods and began to berate them, with seven crimson divine halos shining behind their heads.

Surging flames swirled behind him, the extreme heat scorching the air of the divine realm, causing ripples to spread across the barrier behind him.

Not only the god of fire, but also the god of darkness and his wife had similar expressions; all of these divine couples had very unpleasant expressions.

The God of Space remained ruthless, but the silver spatial blade behind him was already faintly visible, its sharp aura emanating from its tip.

Feng Shen looked at Rong Nianbing and said coldly, "Emotions, to fight or not?"

The Earth God, usually the most composed elemental god, also turned his gaze to Rong Nianbing, his voice deep and resolute. "As long as you say 'fight,' everyone will fight side by side. This mad god cannot be allowed to live."

The seven elemental gods turned their gazes to Rong Nianbing, waiting for this leader to set an example. Rong Nianbing shrugged helplessly and said:

"I originally wanted to secretly give Tang San a little push."

"Since my brothers and sisters have all said so, what else is there to say? Let's get started! Do you think I'm some kind of indecisive person?"

"Ghost Condor Magic Sword!"

As an example, Rong Nianbing immediately activated his super artifact, the Ghost Carving Divine Blade. The elegant dagger that was dancing in his palm instantly transformed into a dark blue light and sped toward Tang San's back.

The entire process was conducted without any leakage of energy. With a flash of blue light, the entire world began to shrink as if a scroll had been cut open.

The solid spatial barrier of the God Realm was forcefully cut open by the Ghost Carving Divine Blade. Tang San had no time to react and immediately spat out blood. He hurriedly used his divine power to stop the blood gushing from his waist.

His aura began to become unstable, and the ninth ring of divine light was alternating between light and darkness. He was just a hair's breadth away from falling out of the God King realm.

The power of the Sun God surged, the heavenly fire burned fiercely once more, and the twelve wings shone brightly. Tang San's eyes were no longer the azure blue of the past, but a pure, blazing white, as if a star was burning fiercely within them.

He turned and glared angrily at Rong Nianbing, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He roared:
"God of Emotions! Have you also chosen to side with destruction?"

"They even resorted to such despicable means!"

Rong Nianbing lowered her eyes, shrugged, and said, "I also have children. I'm sorry, Tang San, I cannot tolerate your behavior!"

"I don't care who controls the realm of gods, but the realm of gods cannot be controlled by a madman."

"Tang San, I did admire you before, and I truly considered you a friend."

"After you die, I will do my best to take care of Xiao Wu and your brothers and friends. I swear in the name of the God of Emotions that I will not let them suffer any prejudice."

As soon as Rong Nianbing finished speaking, the Morning Dew Blade and the Sun Blade transformed into two beams of light, one blue and one red, and flew over from afar. Rong Nianbing grasped the two blades, and his aura surged.

In his early years, Rong Nianbing primarily used ice and fire as his attributes, and these two swords were his core weapons, the ones he was most accustomed to using.

Although he always called himself a cook, his fighting ability was by no means weak. If he had more ambition, he would have become a God King faster than Tang San.

Rong Nianbing swooped down with seven divine blades, his two blades striking Tang San's Trident of the Sea God. At this moment, the Trident of the Sea God could hardly be called a trident; it was shaped more like a spear by the power of the Sun God.

Its form changed, but its power remained the same; it was still a genuine divine artifact. The massive backlash caused Tang San to cough up another mouthful of blood, and his entire figure was cleaved into the abyss by this strike.

Then, the pitch-black abyss suddenly shone brightly, and a blazing sun, radiating celestial fire, hurtled towards Rong Nianbing.

Rong Nianbing did not move, facing the blazing sun directly. A flash of blue light passed behind him, and the long whips of water lashed fiercely at the scorching sun.

Water and fire began to collide, and the rising high-temperature steam shrouded the sky above the abyss in mist, but the water was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Hiss~"

A deafening sound of space tearing apart rang out as a massive, silvery-white spatial blade cleaved the blazing sun in two, striking the earth on either side and causing a spectacular explosion.

Rong Nianbing gave a thumbs-up to the back of her head, then suddenly threw the Morning Dew Blade and the Yang Blade into the abyss.

The two divine blades intertwined and transformed into a long, spiraling red and blue line, illuminating the pitch-black abyss.

"Whoo~"

The azure-green Heavenly Blade and the golden Holy Radiance Blade flew into Rong Nianbing's hands. With the help of the power of wind and light, he reached the bottom of the abyss at an extreme speed that was almost impossible for divine sense to detect.

"Clang!"

The sound of weapons clashing echoed from the abyss, seven-colored light flashed, and the seven elemental gods did not hesitate, transforming into seven-colored meteors and falling into the abyss.

The eight of them were inseparable; if they were to fight, they would do it together, and there was never such a thing as a one-on-one fight.

The god of greed smiled and gestured to the surrounding gods of original sin.

The Gods of Original Sin understood immediately. The God of Wrath ignited with a dark orange light, clasped his fists together, and said, "The situation is urgent. Let's kill Tang San together!"

Then, led by the God of Greed, seven beams of light began to fall rapidly. During the fall, the seven Gods of Original Sin also formed the Original Sin Array, preparing to give Tang San a fierce blow as soon as they landed.

Only the god of destruction and the goddess of life remained in the sky.

After comforting the Butterfly Goddess and Xiao Wu, the Goddess of Life went to the God of Destruction.

After seeing one-third of Xiao Qi's divine soul, the God of Destruction remained silent and did not utter a word.

The goddess of life stroked Destruction's back with concern. They had been husband and wife for so long, and Life knew that Destruction was now so angry that he was almost about to explode.

"Little...Little Green."

"I'm so sorry for Xiaoqi."

"When she was about to descend to the mortal realm, she came to say goodbye to me."

"She brought me a fairy bell grass with her voice recorded on it. Her voice was very innocent and pure. She wished me happiness every day."

“I haven’t received a gift that comes from the heart like this in a long time.”

“I…I’ve always loved children, you should know that, because only children won’t despise my destructive power, they’ll hide under my cloak and play with me.”

"Haha, now I know why I like that kid Bai E so much. He's a lot like me, and he also really likes children."

"The power of destruction craves warmth and recognition; isn't this also a curse that the universe has placed upon us?"

"If... if I had gone with her to find Tang San back then, would she have survived?"

The goddess of life gently comforted her husband's agonizing heart. She was also heartbroken because the child who used to call her "Sister Green" just over ten days ago would never come back.

That fairy bell grass became the last gift Xiaoqi left for them, and her tender voice became the last record she left in this world.

"Back in the Dragon God Realm, you loved playing with children. Perhaps the reason I fell in love with you was because I was touched by the gentleness deep in your heart?"

"As a life form, I cannot create life on my own. The goddess of life is revered by life itself. This is the curse the universe has placed upon me."

"We are the god-kings revered by the world, wielding the ultimate power in the universe. But in reality, we are also prisoners, prisoners of the rules, prisoners of the divine throne."

"Whether it's the Dragon God or the Asura God, they all yearn for that elusive freedom."

The Dragon God was arrogant and wanted to break the law with force, using his own power to obtain the freedom he deserved.

The spirit of the Asura God was shattered by the war with the Dragon God; he chose to flee, abandoning his divine position to pursue a false sense of freedom.

"Little Purple, it seems like it's been a long time since we fought side by side, hasn't it? The last time was during the Dragon God War."

"Want to come along this time?"

"The creative power of the past will restore everything, including you and me."

But now life embraces death, and destruction also implies rebirth.

The two forces are no longer absolutely opposed, but rather a gray blend of black and white; let's try out this new creative power together.

The God of Destruction's eyes trembled as he looked at the hand extended by the Goddess of Life, nodded, and tightly grasped that soft hand.

"Ah."

Soon, two beams of light, one purple and one green, began to merge in the sky, and the forces of destruction and life complemented each other.

Pink light filled the entire sky of the divine realm!
(End of this chapter)