“Tang San!! Give me death!!”

From the other side, a roar filled with fury and madness erupted—the Demon Empress. She had seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At the moment when Tang San was gravely injured by Acheron and had completely lost his sanity because of Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu, she did not hesitate to send a request through her divine seat to borrow the highest-level power from the Pantheon’s main system.

“Buzz——!!!”

A vast, majestic force, as boundless as a sea of stars and spanning infinite dimensions, instantly descended upon her. In that instant, her divine power began to swell with unreasonable intensity. Her breath broke through its limits in a short time, nearing the realm of the God King. She poured all of this borrowed, furious power into her hands. The purple-black thunder of destruction condensed into two sharp blades, so powerful at her fingertips that they could tear through anything.

Like a ghost, she appeared behind Tang San, who was struggling amid the ruins, and with all her might, dug at the heart in his back. This was her—consumed by vengeance, delivering her strongest blow.

But…

A God King is a God King.

Even one grievously wounded and driven insane.

“Go away!!”

Tang San suddenly turned, his blood-red eyes, already swallowed by madness, now flashing with terrifying, fierce light. Without even looking to see who had ambushed him, he swept his hand backward with his Asura Demon Sword, acting purely on battle instinct.

The scarlet light of the Asura Demon Sword transformed into a disk of death, filled with killing intent and resentment.

“Puff——!”

The Demon Empress’s claws, infused with all her power, were easily shattered the instant they touched the sword ring. Immediately after, the deathly sword wheel slashed through her waist with irresistible force. Blood dyed the sky red.

The Demon Empress’s bewitching body, as enchanting as fire, was bisected by this sword. She screamed shrilly, like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, and her divine body began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If not for the Pantheon’s power that protected her soul core at the last moment, this sword alone would have erased her from this world entirely. The power of a God King was truly terrifying.

However, Tang San did not have a chance to reclaim the final strike. The moment he struck down the Demon Empress, three killing attacks, filled with murderous intent, rained down from three different directions at the exact same time.

One was a holy, gigantic yet icy Angelic Sword that could judge all.

One was a Rakshasa Demon Scythe, evil and strange, brimming with resentment and greed.

The last was a domineering, sharp Golden Dragon Spear containing the ultimate power.

The three attacks coordinated flawlessly, sealing off all of Tang San’s escape routes.

“What?!”

Tang San’s pupils shrank sharply. From these three attacks, he sensed something disturbingly familiar. With no time to think, he forcibly activated the last of his divine power, blocking with the Asura Demon Sword before his chest, desperately resisting this deadly combo.

“Boom——!!!!!”

The clash threw the core of the Divine Realm into utter chaos. Tang San’s figure was once again blasted away in disgrace, blood spurting from his mouth. The God King’s armor shattered inch by inch, and his breathing became extremely weak.

Finally, when the faces of the three ambushers came into clear view, the madness on his face—born from Xiao Wu’s betrayal—froze instantly, replaced by a mixture of terror and disbelief.

“Qian… Qian Renxue?! Bibi Dong?!!”

His voice twisted sharply from excessive shock.

The two women who appeared from the light and darkness were the last two gods of the Spirit Hall, the Angel God Qian Renxue and the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong—both of whom he had defeated and killed with his own hands.

How could this be?!

How was it possible?!

He had personally seen Bibi Dong’s body pierced by Sea God’s Trident, her soul annihilated. He had shattered Qian Renxue’s god position himself, reducing her from god to mortal. They should have long been dead—beyond any possibility of return. Why were they here now?

Moreover, the divine power within their bodies was even more steadfast and powerful than in their prime.

When Tang San’s gaze landed on the third woman, she held the Golden Dragon Spear. His heart plunged as if into an icy abyss.

Wang Qiu’er.

How could he not recognize her?

In the beginning, to pave the future for his daughter Tang Wutong, he had meticulously plotted, calculating Wang Qiu’er to become Tang Wutong’s clone. In his plan, his daughter Tang Wutong would inherit everything from Wang Qiu’er. But now…

Standing here was Wang Qiu’er—not his daughter Tang Wutong.

So what had become of his daughter…? Needless to say.

His plan had failed. The broad path he had built for his daughter—once thought flawless—was completely overturned.

Xiao Wu’s betrayal…

The return of old enemies…

His daughter… vanished…

One by one, these events shattered his already unstable and fragile mind, completely overturning his perception and control.

Crack…

It was as if something deep within his soul had utterly broken apart.

“Ah… ah… ahaha… haha!!”

Tang San suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed. His laughter was filled with sorrow, pain, and utter madness, as if he had abandoned everything.

The last remnants of his sanity were completely burned away—he had gone insane.

“Sea God Tang San… Back then, when you first came to this world, you were the only imagined enemy in my heart. I was never afraid of your calculations, nor wary of your schemes, but I never thought you would finally drive mad in such a humiliating way.”

Lu Jingming shook his head, walking slowly out from behind Acheron. It was unclear whether his tone was regretful or mocking.

“Enough. Now that you’ve become like this, letting you live would only disgrace the title of God King. I’ll personally send you on your journey.”

He acted, deciding to give the former protagonist of the old era his final dignity.

“Stop, outsider.”

“No matter what Tang San has done, he is still the God King of my Divine Realm. How can you act so presumptuously here?”

The God of Destruction, the Goddess of Life, the God of Kindness, and the God of Evil—these four God Kings stood before Lu Jingming at this moment. Even if the God of Destruction did not agree with Tang San, or even harbored personal grudges, when facing an external enemy, he instinctively chose to stand on the same front.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side,

Heavenly Emperor Tian Hen, Immortal Emperor Hai Long, Zither Emperor Ye Yinzhu, Light God King Changgong Wei, Mad God Lei Xiang, Death God Ah Dai…

These were all from other worlds, and they were a bit confused after witnessing this series of magical and dazzling changes. At this moment, they tacitly chose to step back and watch what unfolded.

At the same time, the four God Kings were also ready to assist Tang San and confront the outsider Lu Jingming.

Ching——!

A cold sword aura that seemed to freeze soul and void suddenly slashed through the air. That sword aura left a bottomless fissure in front of the God of Goodness and Evil, radiating endless chill.

With snow-white hair and eyes hidden behind a black cloth, a beautiful woman with an icy temperament that had persisted for ten thousand years appeared silently on the other side of the fissure.

It was Jingliu.

She said nothing, but the pure sword intent she emanated already revealed her stance.

Want to leave?

First, ask the sword in her hand.

“Rong Nianbing, stop.”

On the opposite side, Ma Hongjun’s figure turned into a flash of fire, blocking in front of the God of Emotion, Rong Nianbing, and stopping his intention to help Tang San.

“Ah, Tang San, wish yourself luck.”

Rong Nianbing shook his head helplessly and stopped moving, unable to understand the complexity of the current situation.

At the same time—

Above the Divine Realm, the gigantic rift in the sky was changing again. The void, like a shattered mirror, was breaking apart bit by bit.

One after another, enormous mysterious black lotuses, monstrous yet beautiful, filled with ominous and destructive auras, appeared from the broken void. As soon as these black lotuses emerged, they seemed to come alive, trapping the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life by surprise.

“What is this?!”

The God of Destruction was furious, desperately summoning his destructive power, but the lotuses seemed endless, instantly regenerating after every destruction.

Before they could react,

A slender white hand, large enough to cover the entire divine domain, slowly extended from the depths of the broken void. Ignoring the laws of the Divine Realm, it grabbed the two black lotuses that had trapped the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.

Then, under the terrified gazes of all the gods, the hand slowly pulled them into the endless void and vanished. The entire process was neat and orderly, leaving no trace—like an adult casually picking two flowers from the garden while passing by, and falling in love with them.

Lu Jingming glanced in the direction where the giant hand disappeared, a clear smile on his lips. With a glance, he knew who had acted.

The Lord Ravager—Phantylia. Her intentions were clear.

Destruction and Life—these two are the most fundamental, opposing, and unified primordial laws of the universe, the best tonic for her.

But Lu Jingming did not care. The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life were his enemies, and he was happy for Phantylia to help solve these two big problems.

How powerful would Phantylia be after devouring these two God Kings? He was not afraid. If she wanted to make trouble for him—fine. She would have to get past his wives first.

At this moment, the battlefield of the Divine Realm was divided into several independent stages, each not interfering with the others.

The massive, overwhelming dragon body of the Golden Dragon King slowly faded from the sky, transforming into a handsome man clad in golden armor, with long golden hair swirling fiercely. But at this moment, he did not look at Tang San, who was facing Lu Jingming and had gone completely insane. Nor did he care about the outsiders.

His gaze was deadly, fixed on a shadow that had quietly appeared at some point—a peerless figure with waterfall-like silver hair.

Gu Yuena.

The moment he saw her, the always arrogant and domineering Golden Dragon King’s face showed a fleeting trace of complexity, which was quickly replaced by a scorching, greedy desire.

“Ha… haha!”

He suddenly burst out in wild, domineering laughter.

“I was just wondering where to find you, and you actually came to me yourself. Perfect—if I devour you and fuse the other half of my origin, I can return to being the complete and supreme Dragon God.”

Even in the face of the Golden Dragon King’s blatant greed, Gu Yuena showed no fear. She calmly raised the silver Dragon Spear in her hand.

“I was thinking the same thing,”

Her cold voice rang out across the battlefield.

As soon as the words fell, dazzling spheres of light representing various elements—water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, space…—began to revolve slowly around her like obedient planets.

Behind her, a dragon’s phantom, forged from pure silver brilliance, soared so huge it seemed to cover the sky. Its head was thrown back in a silent roar, clashing with the fierce power of the Golden Dragon King in the void.

The Golden Dragon King wanted to devour her and reclaim the Dragon God’s position. Why wouldn’t she want to devour the Golden Dragon King?

Still, she did not intend to become a new Dragon God. However, if she could fuse the other half of the power, her own strength would leap to an unprecedented, essential level.

Besides…

“You’re alone. What makes you think you’ll win?”

Gu Yuena’s lips curled in a mocking sneer.

The Golden Dragon King’s smile suddenly froze.

Because, before he knew it, he was surrounded on all sides by four figures, each exuding a terrifying aura on par with a God King.

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