Ning Rongrong knew that conventional methods were useless. Oscar flashed to her side, his expression solemn. He glanced at the retreating Tang Hao and Ah Yin, then looked off into the distance at Robin still softly singing, as if none of this concerned her. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ning Rongrong.

“Rongrong, let me do it.” His voice was low.

Of course, Ning Rongrong understood what Oscar meant. This was their last trump card, the one Oscar had kept hidden until now.

“Use it,” Ning Rongrong nodded.

With her confirmation, Oscar hesitated no longer. He took a deep breath and pulled out a sausage. This sausage looked nothing like the ones he usually made—it was a bizarre, deep crimson, as if the entire body was coagulated dried blood, mysterious blood-colored lines crisscrossing its surface. As soon as he unleashed it, an overwhelming, tragic, and terrifying aura of endless slaughter and judgment burst forth, spreading uncontrollably.

Even Lu Jingming, watching from afar, unconsciously turned his gaze. This technique was a divine skill Oscar had developed after becoming the God of Food, evolved from his god-grade Mirror Sausage soul skill. But what he had copied was not another’s soul skill—he had replicated the ultimate divine technique displayed by God-King Tang San when he used the Asura God Seat: the Asura Blood Sword.

Without hesitation, Oscar opened his mouth and swallowed the ominous Mirror Sausage whole.

Boom——!!!!!

The moment the sausage entered his stomach, an indescribable, violently bloody divine power exploded inside Oscar. Countless bloodstains erupted all over his skin in an instant, holy blood gushing out like a fountain, only to be evaporated the next moment by the divine power as soon as it left his body.

“Urgh… Ah——!!!”

Oscar let out a roar of unbearable pain, his eyes immediately turning blood-red. There was no emotion within them, only pure, unadulterated judgment and murderous intent. His body was forcibly lifted up, draped in a shroud of blood-red divine light. His once beautiful God of Food attire was torn apart piece by piece, replaced by a terrifying Asura Magic Armor composed of bloody divine power, bristling with thorns and murderous runes.

A power surpassing even second-class gods—perhaps even first-class gods—erupted from him, reaching the true, terrifying oppression of the God-King realm, sweeping across heaven and earth. The clouds in the sky scattered instantly under this force, the ground shook violently, and even Hanabi and Weta, who had been watching the battle from afar, stood up unconsciously. The casual, melon-eating look on their faces vanished, replaced by unprecedented solemnity.

“God-King level… attack?” Wang Qui’er and Zhang Lexuan’s faces changed dramatically at the same time, realizing this power was beyond what they could contend with. In the face of such pure killing law, even the laws of their own divine authority seemed to wail in despair.

Farther away in the void, a once hazy figure solidified. Jingliu appeared there at some point, her blood-red eyes piercing the void to stare at Oscar. The air turned frigid, and a sword silently appeared in her hand, trembling slightly as if facing a true threat.

But the first to react was Lu Jingming. He looked at Oscar, now at the peak of his momentum, the blood-red greatsword of pure killing law seeming ready to split the world in two. The calm that had been on Lu Jingming’s face finally vanished, replaced by seriousness.

“Interesting,” he said softly, then moved.

He slowly brought forward his black spear, Black Abyss, and the white spear, White Flower, in his other hand. The two super-artifacts, representing the extremes of withering and creation, touched—yet instead of rejecting or clashing, they fused perfectly, as if ancient, lost relics of the same origin.

The black and white spears twisted together like yin-yang fish, finally merging into a new spear, profound and chaotic, seemingly capable of swallowing all light. Divine black and white patterns flickered along its shaft, and at the tip, the two forces fused into a tiny singularity invisible to the naked eye, endlessly cycling between creation and decay.

This was the true form of Black Abyss White Flower, one of the greatest divine artifacts, known as the Supreme Divine Weapon.

“Black Abyss White Flower, Conquest Mode—” Lu Jingming called out lowly, pouring all his divine power into the spear. The spear hummed, the black-and-white singularity at the tip spinning madly, authority of creation and withering fully activated.

“—Spiral of Creation and Destruction!”

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

“Asura… Blood Sword!!”

He swung the blood-red greatsword, condensed with all the might of the God-King, down with full force.

For a moment, all sound between heaven and earth vanished. In everyone’s eyes, only the blood-red sword light splitting the sky and earth remained, as if it could bisect an entire planet. Wherever the sword light passed, space itself tore like fragile canvas, revealing the chaotic, colorful turbulence of the universe beyond.

Against this God-King strike, Lu Jingming’s response was simple. He thrust the Black Abyss White Flower forward. From the tip, a pure black pillar of light shot out—a singularity endlessly cycling between creation and decay.

The black pillar neither glowed nor heated, nor made a sound. Where it passed, it didn’t tear space—it erased it, leaving behind nihilistic black traces that not even light could escape.

In the next moment, to everyone’s horror, the world-splitting blood-red sword light collided with the pure black pillar.

Screeeee——!!!

A scalp-tingling screech, as if space itself was being shredded. The collision center formed a perfectly still energy sphere a hundred meters in diameter. Half was boiling, blood-red divine power, filled with slaughter and judgment, haunted by the wailing illusions of countless wronged souls, gods, and demons, dragging everything into a hellish sea of blood. The other half was endless, silent darkness, devouring light, space, and even the laws themselves.

The two God-King forces were locked in a stalemate for a moment. The Asura blood sword’s radiance, carrying unstoppable killing intent, hacked desperately at the black pillar, trying to cut and tear. The black vortex of creation and destruction constantly broke down and destroyed the murderous law.

The stalemate lasted less than a second. Everyone could see the blood-red sphere at the boundary with the black sphere begin to tremble unstably. The black part was slowly, visibly encroaching upon the red, like a drop of thick ink spreading in blood, darkness expanding arrogantly and irrationally.

The Asura divine power, intent on judgment and slaughter, seemed to lose its foundation in the face of apocalyptic authority, being erased at the very concept level of its law.

“No… no!” Oscar, nearly crushed by the Asura divine power, showed fear and disbelief in his blood-red eyes for the first time. He could feel the supreme Asura divine power he had borrowed howling and cowering as if it had met its nemesis.

The black pillar began gaining the upper hand, suppressing the blood-red greatsword like a reverse-flowing black hole. The blood-red sword let out a mournful wail, fine black cracks appearing on its blade, each devouring the blood-red light.

At last, with a shattering sound, the blood-red greatsword and the boiling energy sphere were completely swallowed by the black pillar, leaving not a trace behind. After devouring the Asura Blood Sword, the pillar did not diminish; on the contrary, it grew deeper and purer, having consumed tremendous energy.

Unstoppable and unimpeded, it immediately crossed the cosmic distance and struck Oscar.

Oscar had no time to react, no time even to feel pain. He could only watch as the black light expanded in his field of vision. From the outside, the giant figure of Oscar clad in Asura Magic Armor simply vanished from head to toe, as if wiped away by the wind, not even a speck of dust remaining. Both body and soul were completely obliterated.

The black light did not stop after devouring Oscar. It pierced the sky, splitting thick clouds, passing through the thin atmosphere to strike a meteorite over a hundred meters wide drifting in low orbit. The meteorite did not explode, but at the very instant it was touched by the black light, it too was erased at the level of existence, turning into cosmic dust—nothingness.

It was as if the entire world had been muted in that instant. Everyone stared blankly at the sky, at the black scar stretching across it, their minds numb.

Ning Rongrong stared in a daze at the spot where Oscar had disappeared. There was nothing left—not blood, not remains, not even a trace of fluctuating energy or breath.

…Oscar had never existed in this world.

Total silence. Complete stillness. Time itself seemed to freeze.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

“Ah… ah… aaah——!!!”

A scream, not filled with human pain, despair, or resentment, but with overwhelming sadness, suddenly shattered the deathly silence.

Ning Rongrong’s body trembled violently, mad streaks of blood bursting in her eyes, two lines of blood and tears streaming down her face.

“Xiao Ao…”

Her voice was hoarse, as if scraped by sandpaper, muttering to herself. Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes fixed on Lu Jingming, filled with blood, tears, and crazed hatred.

“You… you actually dared to kill Xiao Ao!!”

Her voice was twisted and sharp, every word squeezed out between her teeth, brimming with soul-burning hatred.

“I’ll kill you!! I’ll kill you——!!!”

Reason shattered completely in that instant. Ning Rongrong, in utter desperation, transformed into a frenzied blur, not even having time to summon the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. She was so mad that she charged straight at Lu Jingming with her weakened divine body. She wanted to bite, to tear with her hands, to hurt this man who had killed her beloved by any means possible.

Watching her desperate, dying rainbow streak, a deeply complicated emotion flashed in Lu Jingming’s eyes. He sighed quietly. Then, with the Black Abyss White Flower back in hand, he no longer activated any shocking overrun mode. He simply, casually thrust it forward.

A flash of barely perceptible black light flared from the spear tip.

Swish.

A faint, barely audible sound. Ning Rongrong’s body suddenly stopped three meters in front of Lu Jingming. She lowered her head slowly, staring at the dark tip of the spear piercing her heart. There was no blood from the wound, only rapidly spreading black lines in a circle, signifying withering.

She felt no pain—only her life force, divine power, and soul, all being devoured and corroded by the spear tip.

The madness and hatred in her eyes began to fade away like a receding tide, replaced by relief and dizziness. She looked up, finally catching a glimpse of Lu Jingming’s calm face, her lips moving slightly as if to say something. But in the end, no sound came.

The last glimmer in her eyes faded completely.

Lu Jingming flicked his wrist, withdrawing the spear. Ning Rongrong’s body, losing all support, fell backward like a limp puppet. As she fell, her divine body withered from within under the power of withering, finally dissolving into nine-colored points of light that scattered across the sky like dust in the wind.

A generation of rainbow goddesses had fallen.

“No——!!!!!”

Tang Hao, supported by Ah Yin and seriously wounded, had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to witness the tragic deaths of his juniors, Oscar and Ning Rongrong, at Lu Jingming’s hands in less than a minute. His iron-hard heart now completely collapsed.

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