Dai Hao was lying on the scarred ground, looking at his wife who had been beaten beyond recognition by Xiao Yan. His eyes were filled with grief and anger, as if he wanted to tear Xiao Yan apart alive.

He struggled to get up, but his severely injured body only trembled slightly and he was unable to move at all. He could only question Xiao Yan in a voice full of hatred.

"Xiao Yan, why did you do this to our family? First you killed my son Dai Huabin, and now... you have murdered my wife. I, Dai Hao, have always had a clear conscience and have never done anything to let you down. Why are you so cruel!"

Dai Hao's voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty. The muscles on his face were twisted with pain and anger, and veins bulged on his forehead. His eyes were staring at Xiao Yan, as if trying to find an answer from him.

The air around him seemed to become heavy and oppressive because of his grief and anger. The Duke White Tiger's Mansion, which was already filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, was now shrouded in deathly silence and sorrow.

Those ruins that were lucky enough not to be affected seemed to be crumbling under this heavy atmosphere, as if they would collapse at any time under the heavy weight.

"Hahahaha——" Xiao Yan was slightly stunned when he heard Dai Hao's question, and then a look of sarcasm and disdain appeared on his face. He raised his head and laughed loudly. The laughter was particularly harsh in the silent ruins, echoing in everyone's ears, revealing endless sadness and resentment.

After laughing, Xiao Yan slowly took out a dagger from his soul guide and threw it towards Dai Hao.

Dai Hao subconsciously reached out to catch it, but when he saw the dagger clearly, his body suddenly stiffened and his eyes were full of astonishment.

This dagger was the token of love he gave to Huo Yun'er back then - the White Tiger Dagger! The familiar pattern and unique shape made him recognize it at a glance even after so many years.

"This...how come this thing is in your hand?" Dai Hao widened his eyes, staring at the dagger in his hand, then looked up at Xiao Yan, his face full of disbelief.

Xiao Yan's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and it was as if a real cold light shot towards Dai Hao. He said coldly: "Why, did you recognize me? Dai Hao, I am Huo Yun'er's son. You didn't expect it!"

Dai Hao was struck by lightning when he heard this. He froze on the spot, his mind went blank. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He said in a trembling voice, "You...you are Yun'er's son? How...how is this possible?"

"You, you, you are Yun'er's child. Yun'er, Yun'er actually gave birth to a child for me. Didn't I say that Yun'er fell ill and died when I was on the expedition? How could this happen?"

His voice became a little erratic, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions, including shock, confusion, and more of disbelief.

Xiao Yan said coldly: "The one who told you that my mother was dead should be the Duchess. In your heart, my mother died more than 20 years ago."

Dai Hao stared blankly at the White Tiger Dagger in his hand and said, "I was busy with the war. When I learned that Yun'er had died, I couldn't go home to take care of her. At that time, the border was in a tight spot. I haven't been back to the Duke's Mansion for ten years. When I went back, all I saw was a pile of yellow earth. All I could do for Yun'er was to rebuild her grave. You, you are actually Yun'er's son, then, then you shouldn't be called Xiao Yan. You should be called Dai Yuhao!"

Xiao Yan shook his head vigorously and roared, "No, my name is not Dai Yuhao. I can be called Xiao Yan. I can also be called Huo Yuhao. I am not your son. From childhood to adulthood, have you ever taken care of me for a day? You don't even know that I exist? When I was a child, I saw you from afar. At that time, you once came back, but why didn't you go to see my mother? Let the Duchess bully my mother?"

"Have I been back? Every time I went home, I left in a hurry. I was too busy with military affairs. It was me, it was me who neglected Yun'er." Dai Hao's face began to turn pale. He had never been so absent-minded as he was now.

"When you were together with my mother, you didn't even know that she had given birth to a son. My mother and I have been bullied by you in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. My mother is kind-hearted and has never made enemies with anyone, but the Duchess and Dai Huabin regard us as thorns in their eyes and bones in their flesh. They make things difficult for us and humiliate us everywhere." Xiao Yan snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, looked down at Dai Hao, and said with hatred in his eyes without disguising it.

At this point, Xiao Yan's body trembled slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and those painful memories flooded into his heart like a tide.

He seemed to see again his mother's increasingly haggard face, and the scene of them and his mother struggling to survive in this huge Duke's mansion. Every cold look and every vicious word were like sharp blades, cutting his heart fiercely.

"My mother silently endured all of this for me, but the long-term torture and humiliation made her health worse and worse, and she eventually fell ill and died. Do you know how much pain I felt when I saw my mother struggling in pain on the hospital bed but was unable to do anything?" Xiao Yan's voice was choked with sobs, and his knuckles turned white from his clenched fists. His chest heaved violently, and he tried hard to suppress the grief and anger that was about to burst out in his heart.

Dai Hao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't make any sound.

He felt mixed emotions. On the one hand, he found it hard to accept this fact, and on the other hand, he felt guilty and sad about what happened to Huo Yuner and her son.

"As a son, it is only natural for me to avenge my mother! They treated my mother like that, shouldn't I kill them?" Xiao Yan roared, the tears in his eyes evaporated instantly under the burning anger, and were replaced by a raging fire of revenge, which seemed to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

Dai Hao's eyes gradually recovered from the shock and guilt, replaced by deeper hatred. He tightly grasped the White Tiger Dagger in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it, and said through gritted teeth:
"Even so, you shouldn't be so cruel. Hua Bin is young and ignorant, and he may have acted impulsively, but his crime does not deserve the death penalty!"

After hearing what Dai Hao said, Xiao Yan burst into laughter again, but this laughter was filled with sadness and helplessness: "Young and ignorant? Which of their actions was not intended to put my mother to death? Dai Hao, you are still making excuses for them. You are not worthy of mentioning my mother's name at all!"

At this time, the sky became increasingly gloomy, and dark clouds pressed down heavily, as if to completely bury the broken White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

A strong wind howled, blowing up the dust and rubble on the ground, and wreaking havoc in the ruins. The trees that had not yet fallen down creaked in the wind, as if they were wailing for the tragedy.

Dai Hao struggled to stand up. He supported his body with the White Tiger Dagger and stood up shakily. Although his legs were still shaking and he might fall down again at any time, his eyes were extremely firm, revealing a determination to face death.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening thunder, as if the heavens were also angry about this tangled grudge.

The heavy rain poured down, instantly covering the entire White Tiger Duke's Mansion in a rain curtain. The rain hit everyone's body, freezing cold, but it also seemed to ease the tense atmosphere a little.

Xiao Yan stood in the rain, letting the rain wash over him. His eyes seemed a little blurry in the rain, and the hatred and reason in his heart were engaged in a fierce struggle.

Dai Hao also stood in the rain, still tightly holding the White Tiger Dagger in his hand. Rain flowed down his cheeks, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

The rain curtain was like a weaving net, covering the devastated White Tiger Duke's Mansion. The cold raindrops hit the broken walls, splashing turbid water, as if it was the silent lament of the ruins.

Xiao Yan stood in the rain, his wet clothes clinging to his body, water droplets constantly dripping from his hair. His eyes looked particularly deep in the rain and fog. The flames of hatred seemed to gradually subside at this moment, replaced by a kind of fatigue and determination after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

“Dai Hao, I, Xiao Yan, do not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Every wrong has its perpetrators. It was Dai Huabin and the Duchess who killed my mother. Now that I have avenged my great hatred, I will naturally not implicate other people, nor will I kill you.” Xiao Yan’s voice penetrated the rain curtain and reached Dai Hao’s ears clearly and firmly.

"However, if you still can't let go of your hatred and want revenge in the future, just come to the Body Sect to find me. I, Xiao Yan, will never run away!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Hao's body shook violently, and the White Tiger Dagger in his hand fell limply, clanging and falling into the mud, splashing mud and water.

He looked up at Xiao Yan, hatred and determination intertwined in his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, but in the end he did not utter a word.

The rain slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the dagger that once symbolized love. At this moment, he felt mixed emotions, with longing and guilt for his wife and children, as well as complicated emotions towards Xiao Yan.

In this dead silence, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar, breaking this brief tranquility.

The imperial guards of the Xingluo Empire surged in like a tide, instantly surrounding Xiao Yan and the others. These guards were dressed in fine armor, and the rain slid down their armor, shining with a cold light. They held sharp weapons, their eyes alert and cold, and were obviously attracted by the earth-shaking explosion just now. They were on full alert, ready to attack at any time.

The captain of the guards stepped forward and shouted, "You bold lunatics, how dare you lead people to attack the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and cause such terrible damage? Today, none of you can escape!"

His voice echoed in the rain with unquestionable majesty. When the guards behind him heard this, they all clenched their weapons, making a sound of metal clashing, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the guards around him, secretly assessing the situation in his heart. Ji Juechen, Wang Qiuer and others beside him also took up fighting postures, and soul power surged around their bodies, interweaving with the rain to form a hazy mist.

However, at this tense moment, Dai Hao, who had been standing aside in a daze, suddenly shouted: "Stop! Stop it!" His voice was hoarse and tired, but full of power, and it was an irresistible tone of command.

The guards were all stunned when they heard this, and they all turned to look at Dai Hao, with a hint of doubt and hesitation in their eyes. Dai Hao took a deep breath and tried to straighten his body. Although his body was still shaking, his innate majesty still emanated.

"That's all for today. Let them go..." Dai Hao said with difficulty, as if he had used up all his strength to say every word.

The captain of the guards hesitated and stepped forward to Dai Hao and whispered, "Your Excellency the Duke, these people have caused trouble in your mansion and caused such great damage. If we let them go like this, how will we explain to His Majesty?"

"I will explain this matter to His Majesty, so you don't need to worry about it. Now, let them leave!" Dai Hao looked at him coldly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable firmness, and roared.

Seeing this, the captain of the guards knew that Dai Hao had made up his mind. Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to disobey the order. He nodded slightly, then waved his hand to signal the guards behind him to make way.

Xiao Yan looked at Dai Hao deeply, with a complex expression flashing in his eyes, which showed a hint of respect for him and also a feeling of emotion about the past.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and slowly left with Ji Juechen, Wang Qiuer and others. The rain hit them, and their footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the mud, as if every step showed the hardships and difficulties they had gone through.

Dai Hao looked at the departing backs of Xiao Yan and the others, his eyes gradually becoming empty and confused.

As Xiao Yan and the others gradually disappeared in the rain, Dai Hao slowly squatted down, picked up the muddy White Tiger Dagger, and gently wiped the dirt off it. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was caressing a once beautiful memory, and as if he was saying goodbye to everything in the past.

The rain was still falling, washing away the scarred land and the love, hatred and vengeance in people's hearts.

In the God Realm, the originally peaceful and tranquil atmosphere had long been broken. At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, like the suffocating dullness before a storm. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the heavy clouds pressed down like lead. From time to time, purple lightning shuttled between the clouds, making crackling sounds, as if beating the drums of war for the upcoming war.

Rong Nianbing hurried over with the seven elemental gods, their figures cutting through the sky with an unstoppable momentum.

The seven elemental gods were surrounded by shining light, and the elemental power they represented was surging continuously, as if all the elemental energy of the entire divine world was gathered here.

On Tang San's side, the Shrek Seven Devils were already ready for battle.

As Tang San's awe-inspiring Shura sword power blossomed like bright stars, other gods on his side also took action, and the whole scene instantly became tense and full of majestic momentum.

Behind the God of War, the God of Speed ​​rushed forward like a black lightning. The speed was so fast that it caused a whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the surrounding space apart. In the blink of an eye, the God of Speed ​​was on the back of the God of War. Suddenly, the black and white lights blended with each other, colliding into a gorgeous and mysterious light and shadow.

The God of War's majestic body shook slightly, and then suddenly swelled up, his muscles bulged, and veins popped out, as if it contained endless power.

In an instant, he transformed into a huge white tiger, with illusory light and shadow emanating from its body. The light and shadow flashed with mysterious power. With an indomitable momentum, he rushed towards the gods on the side of the God of Destruction. Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be oppressed by his powerful momentum and slightly distorted.

At the same time, Tang San and Xiao Wu held hands, and their bodies soared lightly like dancing butterflies. Their eyes were full of determination and tacit understanding. After drawing a graceful arc in the air, they landed steadily on the broad and solid back of the Nether White Tiger, the soul fusion skill performed by the God of War and the God of Speed.

Xiao Wu raised the golden trident in her hand high, and in an instant, circles of golden halos emerged from the trident, shining with dazzling light, emitting powerful power of the sea god, but they did not fly forward, but quietly floated in the sky behind her head, like golden suns. This was the powerful skill of the sea god - Unstable Wind Wave.

At this time, the four great gods launched an attack together, and the gods behind them did not slack off at all. A vine flashing with blue light swung out from behind Tang San like a spirit snake, and the vine flashed with mysterious blue runes, emitting a soft yet powerful aura.

The vines precisely wrapped around the God of Cookery's waist, and a strange light suddenly appeared on his body. The light rippled like water waves, and the light kept changing. The God of Cookery seemed to be muttering some mysterious spells, as if he was having some kind of mysterious communication with the vines to stimulate more powerful power.

At this moment, the Nine-Colored Goddess soared into the sky, and her graceful figure was particularly eye-catching in the air.

A magnificent nine-color light bloomed from her body, and that light was as dazzling as a rainbow, illuminating the entire sky of the God Realm. In the light, her figure gradually changed, and she turned into a nine-story pagoda. This pagoda exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and each layer flashed a different light, as if it contained endless mysteries between heaven and earth. The pagoda fell steadily into the palm of the God of Food's right hand, and there seemed to be an invisible tacit understanding and connection between the two. Then, a series of colorful lights bloomed from the nine-story pagoda, like nine colorful ribbons, flying and floating in the sky, beautiful and magnificent.

The beautiful voice of the Nine-Colored Goddess echoed throughout the space, as if it was the sound of nature from ancient times, carrying a mysterious power that made people intoxicated.

"The glazed pagoda has nine floors. The first is strength! The second is speed! The third is spirit! The fourth is defense! The fifth is attack! The sixth is increase!" As her voice rang out, six different colors of light, guided by the clear and pleasant voice, floated out from the bottom six floors of the nine-story glazed pagoda.

The first layer released a red light as hot as a flame, followed by orange light, yellow light, green light, cyan light and blue light. The six lights complemented each other, and each light was divided into eight strands, like eight lively rays of light, two of which were injected into the Netherworld White Tiger. In an instant, the light on the Netherworld White Tiger became more dazzling, as if it was injected with new vitality, and its momentum became more and more powerful.

In addition, each of the gods on Tang San's side was also injected with a ray of light, which merged into their bodies and blended with their own divine power.

Suddenly, a strange and shocking scene appeared. All the gods present could not help but widen their eyes and show shocked expressions on their faces.

They clearly saw that the halos behind the heads of every god on Tang San's side became stronger under the illumination of the light, and the brightness and intensity of the light were almost twice as much as before. Judging from the changes in the light, it seemed to have increased by nearly double. This powerful amplification effect made the gods gasp.

This situation is even somewhat similar to the powerful pressure and amplification effect brought by the arrival of the God of Original Sin in the Divine Punishment Array.

It's just that this time the suffocating amplifying pressure of the formation itself is missing, but the actual effect of the amplifying skills displayed by the Nine-Colored Goddess on the gods is no less than that of the Divine Punishment Formation.

The gods present knew that there were gods who were good at assisting in the divine world, but they were very rare. Moreover, most gods had relatively single amplification abilities, and could only provide limited amplification to teammates in a certain aspect. However, the amplification skills displayed by the Nine-Colored Goddess directly improved the team in all aspects! The different colored lights were clearly aimed at improving different abilities. This magical ability was unheard of, and it opened the eyes of the gods.

The six types of boosts she released at this time were: strength boost, agility boost, divine power boost, defense boost, attack boost, and attribute boost, and each boost reached 100%. In other words, in this short period of time, Tang San, Xiao Wu, the God of War, the Phoenix God, the God of Emotions, the God of Food, and other gods who were illuminated by the light of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, all received a powerful boost of more than double in these six aspects. This level of boost made the strength of the gods instantly take a qualitative leap.

Although quantitative change may not necessarily lead to qualitative change, even if a second-level god's power is doubled, its overall strength is still not as good as that of a first-level god.

However, don't forget that Tang San, who is integrating the status of the Shura God, also got a doubling of his power!
Tang San himself possesses powerful strength and profound background, coupled with these six powerful enhancements, although he cannot surpass the God of Destruction directly at the level of gods, but in terms of overall combat power, he instantly reaches a level that surpasses the God of Destruction.

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The God of Destruction watched all this with surprise in his eyes. At the same time, his heart sank slightly. Although he had one more God King, the Seven Deadly Sins were already seriously injured, which meant that there were only himself and the Goddess of Life.
Under the powerful amplification of the Nine-Colored Goddess, the murderous aura surrounding Tang San seemed to be injected with endless destructive power, and instantly became more sharp and menacing.

The murderous aura was like a materialized storm of sharp blades. Wherever it went, the space seemed to be cut by countless fine blades, rippling with broken ripples and emitting frightening fluctuations. The God of Destruction felt that the destructive thoughts that he relied on to defend himself against the enemy were forcibly dispelled by a mysterious and powerful force in the face of the murderous intentions of the Shura God, which was like a thorn in his back. It was like a candle in the wind, swaying and difficult to condense into shape. A deep sense of uneasiness surged into his heart like a tide, making his expression become more solemn.

In an instant, the distance between the two sides seemed to be shortened by an invisible force, and an extremely dazzling red light suddenly flashed.

This red light was like a bloody sun that had broken free from the Nine Nether Purgatory, carrying endless resentment and murderous intent, and it rose into the sky from behind Tang San.

In an instant, the strong red light covered the sky, dyeing a large area of ​​the sky into the color of a sea of ​​blood. The entire divine world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-colored veil, and fell into an atmosphere of death and terror.

Then, a murderous aura that seemed to devour everything in the world, like a sea of ​​blood and corpses, suddenly erupted like a surging tsunami. Wherever the aura passed, it seemed to freeze the soul, causing the hearts of the gods to speed up involuntarily, as if they were being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, falling into an endless abyss of fear.

"Destruction, take my sword!"

Tang San raised his head towards the sky and let out a long howl that pierced the clouds and split the rocks. The howl sounded like the roar of an ancient demon god. The sharp and domineering sound waves were like materialized blades, spreading out in all directions and actually shattering the surrounding clouds.

Then, his body was as fast as lightning, and he suddenly jumped high from the broad and solid back of the Nether White Tiger. His whole body instantly turned into a dazzling blood light, like a meteor burning with endless destructive power. With an indomitable momentum, he quickly merged into the shocking red light that covered the sky in the air.

Afterwards, he transformed into a giant sword that pierced the sky and the earth. The sword was engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, and it flashed with strange and bloody light, as if telling countless dusty legends of killing. With a terrifying power that was enough to create the world, he slashed down fiercely at the solid formation formed by the God of Destruction and the eight first-level gods.

The power of this slash seemed to contain a powerful force that could tear apart time and space and rebuild the universe, as if it was going to split this vast world in half.

On the ground below, the forest of the originally mysterious and vast forbidden land of God seemed to be torn roughly by a pair of invisible giant hands. Under this horrifying sword, it was forcibly split in two. A bottomless ravine, like a hideous wound on the earth, appeared in front of everyone.

The ravine was filled with black mist, as if the sealed ancient evil power was struggling and roaring, emitting a creepy aura. The entire God Realm seemed to tremble slightly under the powerful force of this sword.

At this moment, all the gods present were pulled by a mysterious and evil force, falling into an endless hell full of killing and blood, unable to extricate themselves.

Even if they just looked at the sharp sword light from afar, they were controlled by an invisible suction force, their souls were swallowed up by the endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, and they fell into endless fear and despair. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their eyes were filled with awe and horror of this power.

"What, what is going on?" The expression in the blood-red eyes of the God of Destruction changed drastically in an instant. The original confidence and arrogance were instantly blown away by a gust of wind, and replaced by deep shock and confusion.

He had never expected that Tang San could actually deliver such a shocking and terrifying attack. This was completely beyond his imagination and expectation.

His originally carefully planned battle plan was to rely on his own powerful strength that was absolutely superior to that of the enemy, and to adopt a prudent strategy of remaining unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances. Through head-on confrontation, he would gradually consume the enemy's divine power, thus achieving the strategic goal of defeating the enemy without fighting.

Especially after the Goddess of Life returned to him, the madness and impulsiveness deep in his heart gradually weakened, and he acted more calmly and cautiously.

But he never expected that the battle had just begun, and Tang San, who had transformed into the Asura God, did not hesitate to unleash such a deadly sword with all his strength. The power of this sword seemed to be able to destroy all order and rules in the world, causing an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

The body and sword become one, the spirit and soul become one!

The God of Destruction knew clearly in his heart that this sword was a fatal blow launched by Tang San with all the power of the God Shura poured into it without reservation.

The God of Destruction had seen this sword once before, in a thrilling battle that determined the fate of the God Realm. It was the ultimate duel between the God of Shura and the God of Dragon. The God of Shura called this sword the Blood Sword of Shura!
It is a crazy attack that comes at the cost of igniting one's own Shura bloodline and consuming the original power. It is a desperate attack that leaves no room for maneuver. It is also a terrifying attack that reaches the pinnacle of attack power.

As the God of Destruction's mind raced, he immediately took the quickest response.

There was a low and powerful roar that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. In an instant, his already tall and mighty body seemed to be injected with endless power, and it suddenly expanded against the wind.

Like a giant awakened from ancient times, he stood tall, his muscles as tight as steel, and contained a powerful force that could destroy the stars. The scepter of destruction in his hand grew larger as his body grew, emitting a terrifying aura that changed the color of the sky and the earth.

Then, a ball of extremely powerful purple light, like an exploding supernova, spread outward from his body like a surging tide, and instantly turned into a huge purple ball of light. On this ball of light, mysterious and dangerous runes flashed, which were the embodiment of the power of destruction, emitting a terrifying aura that was enough to destroy the world.

The God of Destruction knew that it was not easy to resist the full force of the Shura God. In the face of such an extremely powerful attack, any first-level god would only be doomed to failure. At this critical moment, he had to stand up and use his own strength to resist such an attack.

While the God of Destruction was launching defenses, the seven gods of original sin did not slack off at all. They all mobilized the powerful divine power in their bodies, each emitting their own unique light, which intertwined with each other, like an indestructible light net, turning into another layer of solid light shield.

This light shield was hidden within the destructive intent of the God of Destruction, forming a double defensive barrier, like an unshakable towering city wall, trying to block Tang San's terrifying sword and guard their last hope.

At this moment, the red and purple lights, representing destruction and killing, suddenly collided in the sky like two colliding stars.

In an instant, the entire divine realm seemed unable to withstand this powerful and incredible force, and it suddenly collapsed inward. The space was squeezed by an invisible giant hand, becoming distorted and deformed like a crumpled painting.

The next moment, a deafening, incomparable roar, like the Big Bang of the universe, suddenly erupted with the collision point as the center. This roar seemed to be able to shatter the eardrums of the gods, shaking their souls, and dragging the entire divine world into an endless abyss of destruction.

This is the ultimate showdown between the two supreme gods!
Destruction and killing, two divine powers that were already extremely destructive, burst out with all their might. The energy ripples produced were like a raging tsunami, spreading in all directions, as if to drag the entire divine world into an endless abyss of destruction.

For a moment, the sky was dark and it seemed as if the end of the world had come.

In the forbidden land of God below, all the vegetation was crushed into powder like fragile ants under the impact of this powerful force, and disappeared into nothingness, leaving only a barren and dead land.

Seeing this, the Goddess of Life quickly expanded a huge green light shield, which shone with a soft and mysterious light, containing the true meaning of life and endless vitality. She quickly protected the other gods present, like a guardian angel, and took them away as quickly as possible, so that they did not suffer any damage in the terrifying and powerful collision just now, and escaped.

The terrifying aftermath of destruction lasted for more than ten seconds before gradually fading away, like a violent storm gradually subsiding. Tang San was still suspended in mid-air, his face slightly pale, and it was obvious that this full-strength attack had consumed a lot of his divine power, leaving him somewhat weak.

Afterwards, he was steadily caught by the Nether White Tiger and landed on the ground, like a tired warrior returning to the camp. The destruction ball released by the God of Destruction on the opposite side had already shattered, turning into countless purple fragments that dissipated in the air like withered petals, but the protective light shield formed by the seven gods of original sin was still struggling to support it, but there were already a lot of spider-web-like cracks on it, like the scars on the body of a wounded warrior, as if it could break at any time and was in danger.

There is no doubt that from the thrilling collision just now, it is clear that Seagod Tang San's side has the upper hand. The God of Destruction's destructive thoughts were shattered, and it was no surprise that he was at a disadvantage, like a defeated general.

However, the eyes of the God of Destruction were still full of pride. As an unyielding king, he did not change at all because of the failure in this collision. He knew clearly in his heart that this battle had just begun and it was still unknown who would win. He would never give up easily.

With this sword strike just now, the sword intent of Asura God's Asura Blood Sword really rushed into his body, like a group of crazy demons, rampaging in his body. The terrifying murderous aura turned into countless sharp daggers, madly cutting his soul, and even almost shattered his soul and plunged him into an irretrievable situation.

But he relied on his tenacious will and profound foundation, like a determined warrior, and he endured it all. Although he was seriously injured, his fighting spirit was still high, as if declaring to Tang San that he would never fall easily.

Under the powerful boost from the Nine-Colored Goddess, Tang San's strength just now was completely superior to that of the God of Destruction, and the God of Destruction knew this very well. But he also understood that war was never a simple comparison of strength, and many factors such as strategy, will and luck played a key role in it.

This peak showdown in the world of gods is full of unknowns as to who will have the last laugh. It is like a chess game with an undetermined outcome, causing all the gods to worry about the outcome of this battle, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

However, the God of Destruction knew very well that there were eight first-level gods around Tang San after all!

Moreover, even if Tang San was stronger than him, they were still at the same level. At the level of the Supreme God, victory or defeat was no longer determined by how much divine power one had. The God of Destruction relied on his years of cultivation in the God Realm, and although he suffered a loss, he did not suffer too much trauma. He was like an experienced veteran, remaining calm and tenacious in the face of adversity.

The God of Destruction believed that Tang San would consume no less energy than he did in launching such a full-strength attack. And this was exactly what he hoped to see. The highest-level combat power of both sides was the Supreme God, and no one was much stronger than the other. In this case, it was obviously in his favor for him to fight against Tang San.

Once he and Tang San withdrew from the battle due to exhaustion, relying on the powerful strength of the first-level gods on his side, there is no possibility of losing, as if victory is in his grasp.

Tang San's chest was indeed rising and falling, like an athlete who had just finished an intense run. The sword just now consumed a lot of his physical and mental strength, making his breathing become a little disordered.

At the same time as the two sides collided, Tang San's friends had already arrived beside him.

The blinding flames rose into the sky like a newborn sun, and the grim-faced Phoenix God burst out with a powerful phoenix flame, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and swooped down towards the God of Destruction like a moth to a flame, like a burning meteor, with an unstoppable momentum.

He's the only one!
The God of Destruction's eyes turned cold, like an enraged lion, and he shouted, "You're looking for death!"

He swung the Scepter of Destruction in his hand, and a purple lightning that seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth appeared out of nowhere, like an angry lightning. The divine thunder of destruction directly hit the Phoenix God, like a deadly light of judgment.

A second-level god dared to challenge him. One can imagine the anger in his heart like a burning volcano.

However, a strange scene appeared. When the purple divine thunder of destruction fell on the huge fire phoenix transformed by the Phoenix God, the fire phoenix was like smoke blown away by a gust of wind. It shattered directly and turned into clouds of smoke and disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared.

"Illusion?" The God of Destruction was stunned for a moment, as if he had been awakened by a basin of cold water, and then he became furious. He was actually deceived by the other party's illusion. This was certainly because the illusion was real, but more importantly, it was naturally because of the influence of the Shura Blood Sword on him. He was like a wise man who was calculated by the enemy, and his heart was full of regret and anger.

The seven gods of original sin all felt his anger, and the powerful divine power erupted again like a surging tide, surrounding the God of Destruction. It not only filled the previously broken protective shield, but also enveloped the God of the Sea with even stronger divine power again, like a dark cloud with a depressing breath.

"Come again!"

With a low growl, Tang San seemed to be chewing something, but with a faint smile on his face, the Shura Sword in his hand was like a lightning that cut through the night sky, and it appeared again, and suddenly slashed out with a sword. It actually broke the powerful momentum gathered by the God of Destruction again, like a sharp blade cutting through the thick clouds.

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