A voice full of confidence echoed from behind. Everyone turned around in shock. They saw The Herta suspended before them, adorned in a beautiful witch’s dress and a pointed witch’s hat.

The moment they saw the Herta, the God of Light, Changgong Wei; the Mad God, Lei Xiang; and the Immortal Emperor, Hai Long—all of whom were God Kings in their respective worlds—showed both reverence and gratitude on their faces.

“Ms. Herta, I’m glad to see you again,” said Changgong Wei, the God King of Light, bowing his head slightly.

“Hehe, well done. Your debt has been cleared,” Herta waved her hand dismissively.

“Ms. Herta, may I ask where you stand in all this?” asked the Heavenly Emperor, Tian Hen.

“Is there really a need to ask? Are you truly God Kings if you can’t see it?” Herta replied nonchalantly, not because they were God Kings. “Alright, let’s watch the show.”

Ah Dai and the others exchanged awkward glances, realizing their question had been foolish.

…

To the frenzied Tang San, every second of restraint was pure torture.

“Break—!!!” he roared, as the unfathomable divine power of the twin God Kings beside him surged recklessly and furiously. The chains binding his sanctified body, transformed by Judas’ Oath, started to crack, with sharp splinters and fine fissures appearing.

Even the terrifying gravity exerted by the Star of Eden began to falter. Lu Jingming’s face still wore that gentle smile, as if everything remained under her control.

But there were those who could not wait any longer.

At the edge of the battlefield, the Demon Empress, whose divine body had just reformed, glared at her greatest enemy with burning resentment.

Now is the time. The voice echoed in her heart. It was not a rational decision, but the instinct for vengeance.

“Tang San… For my husband’s life, today you will pay with your own!”

A resolute, almost crazed smile appeared on the Demon Empress’s face. Instead of charging forward again, she did something reckless that no one anticipated. She stood tall, raised her arms as if to embrace the sky itself.

Within her, the core holding the full authority of the Thunder King—granted by Lu Jingming—began to surge with unprecedented intensity.

“In my name, release—the final form.”

“Thunder, resound in the deep sea.”

Boom—!!!

A violet-black bolt of lightning, thick enough to pierce the entire God Realm, crashed down from the sky, striking her body violently. Yet, the lightning did not harm her—instead, it was absorbed, nourishing her form.

Amid the dazzling thunder, her flaming, enchanting human body began to swell with a force defying common sense. Flesh and blood expanded, bones restructured, and enormous violet-black scales burst from beneath her skin.

In an instant, a terrifying deep-sea beast over 10,000 feet long, capable of swallowing sun, moon, and stars, reclaimed its original shape.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

At this moment, between every scale, thunder belonging to the ruler of destruction raged wildly.

As she transformed back into her true body, her enormous eyes—like two purple suns—locked onto Tang San, who was on the verge of breaking free from his chains.

And then, she opened her abyssal maw, vast enough to swallow continents.

Seeing this, Lu Jingming did nothing to stop her. In fact, in the moment her thoughts flickered, the Oath of Eden and the chains binding Tang San were instantly released.

Tang San, finally free, had no time to react or counterattack Lu Jingming. An irresistible force enveloped his entire being. Instinctively, he turned back, only to see the abyssal mouth covering the entire sky, about to engulf him.

Tang San cried out in fury and tried to flee, but it was already too late.

The great maw snapped shut. Tang San’s small body, his unwilling roar, and everything else was swallowed into a belly filled with an endless world of thunder, lightning, and darkness.

“Haha… Ha… Tang San, do you feel it?! This is the despair my husband once felt!”

The Demon Empress’s crazed, triumphant laughter echoed through the God Realm.

Immediately after, an even more terrifying and ominous aura erupted from the massive whale body. Her divine status was burning. Her soul was boiling. She wanted to self-destruct.

She was prepared to use her life, her soul, her divine status, and the full core authority within her to completely erase Tang San—the enemy she hated from the depths of her heart—from existence.

“To kill you with my own hands… To avenge my husband… It’s worth it… Farewell to hell, Tang San!!”

This was her final cry.

Lu Jingming’s face was expressionless. The Demon Empress sought vengeance, even if it meant dying together—he would let her have it. After all, she could still revive among the gods. But Tang San could not.

BOOM—!!!!!!!!!

An indescribable, absolute explosion erupted. A violet-black sun, filled with endless destructive energy, suddenly blazed at the heart of the God Realm. The light was so blinding that even the highest God Kings had to close their eyes.

In the next instant, a shockwave engulfed the entire God Realm. No matter how many times more stable the God Realm’s space was compared to the mortal world, at this moment, with a god sacrificing everything in a self-destruction, even it seemed fragile.

The space shattered like a broken mirror, revealing chaos and black void beneath the fragments. The entire God Realm trembled, shook, and wailed in agony.

When the light finally faded, the core of the explosion had become a massive, bottomless black hole, still swallowing all surrounding light and matter.

Yet, clinging to the very edge of this black hole, a blood-soaked, battered figure stubbornly survived.

It was Tang San.

But he was only barely alive. His left arm was gone up to the shoulder. His legs had vanished. The divine robes once draped over his body had long since disintegrated into dust. His once handsome face was covered in blood, barely recognizable as human.

The vitality of a God King was truly tenacious. Even a core self-destruction at that level could not kill him outright. But that was all. He had no strength to resist any longer. At this moment, his eyes were hollow, filled only with the gray of death.

It was at this very moment—

A golden streak of lightning sliced through the night from afar. It was Wang Qiuer. Her face was expressionless. She poured all her divine power into the golden Dragon Spear in her hand and hurled it fiercely.

Poof!

The golden Dragon Spear pierced straight through Tang San’s heart, extinguishing his lingering life.

The intense pain finally brought some expression to Tang San’s numb face. He lowered his head, staring at the Dragon Spear that belonged to his daughter, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

And then, a sinister purple arc flashed before his eyes.

It was Bibi Dong. The Rakshasa Scythe in her hand traced a beautiful, deadly arc.

A bloodied head flew up into the air.

Finally, Qian Renxue stepped forward. She raised the Angelic Holy Sword high, and on the blade’s golden body, the true flames of a golden sun burned fiercely.

“It’s time for everything to end.”

Her cold voice was like the final judgment.

A flash of flame. Tang San’s headless body, and even the head floating in the air, were all incinerated, vaporized, until not even a speck of ash remained.

The dignified god of a generation. Once the protagonist of the Douluo Continent. The two gods, Sea God and Asura God, united as one in Tang San.

Not even bones remained.

…

As the former protagonist Tang San fell in such a tragic and humiliating way, the other side of the battlefield also reached its final conclusion.

Roar—!!!

The Golden Dragon King let out a roar of unwillingness and rage. He had always been calculating. Earlier, the tremendous energy inside him, which maintained control over gravity, had suddenly gone silent—as if someone had pressed a shutdown button.

Losing the core’s energy support and the gravity that could distort space and restrict his enemies, he was instantly reduced from a fearsome war god to a powerless beast, easily manipulated and imprisoned.

The golden threads woven by Aglaea were no longer as fragile as before; instead, they layered upon each other like the strongest spider webs, binding the massive dragon body tightly. The power of law—symbolizing the very essence of law—finally descended unimpeded, forcibly suppressing his violent divine power.

The massive waves Hysilens conjured, imbued with the weight of the entire ocean, crashed into the Golden Dragon King’s body, breaking his once-proud, indestructible scales and crushing him to the ground.

And Istaroth, more direct than any, placed her hand atop his head.

“It’s time. It’s over,” she said calmly.

The Golden Dragon King felt all the vitality, surging power, and long life within his body drain away at an unbelievable pace—driving him mad with despair. His golden dragon scales dulled, his once mighty body shriveled, and he visibly aged and weakened before their eyes.

“No… This can’t be… Why…!”

He let out a howl of despair.

The answer came from the violet eyes of Gu Yuena.

“It’s over,” she said.

The silver Dragon Spear in Gu Yuena’s hands now condensed the seven most primordial elemental forces—water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, and space. The seven powers fused perfectly at the spear’s tip, forming the original light of chaos that erased all things.

She thrust the spear fiercely into the Golden Dragon King’s massive dragon head, now brittle and weak.

The Golden Dragon King’s huge dragon eyes widened in shock. The madness, tyranny, and unwillingness in them faded rapidly, leaving only the gray of death.

He was dead.

Having inherited half of the Dragon God’s power and burning with destruction and vengeance, this mad king died an ignoble death. Little did he know, the core that had made him so powerful was a trap set by Lu Jingming from the very start.

At first, Lu Jingming had helped him escape the forbidden land of the God Realm, using him to stir chaos and seal Tang San’s power. Now, with Tang San dead, his role as a chess piece was over. An uncontrollable, destructive Golden Dragon King had transformed from a useful pawn into a potential threat to Lu Jingming. So, he was erased.

Besides, Gu Yuena was his woman. Whether to choose the Dragon God or her husband was never a question.

Gu Yuena slowly extracted the golden divine core from the Golden Dragon King’s body. It was fading, but still radiated majestic power. She gazed at the core, a complex light flashing in her eyes, quickly replaced by resolute determination.

Lu Jingming spoke to her. The Dragon God’s divine position had a vacancy—it was the godhood of the defeated. If she chose to consume the Golden Dragon King and reclaim the Dragon God’s seat, she would be trapped in this dead end forever.

So she gave it up. She chose to trust her man. She wanted to blaze her own new path.

…

“Alas… Old fox, you lost in the end,” the God of Emotion sighed deeply from afar, staring at the utterly destroyed Tang San and the fading Golden Dragon King. His sigh was filled with regret, emotion, and a sense of the era’s end.

The Evil God Ji Dong and the Kind God Lie Yan both looked pale and conflicted. They quietly sheathed their weapons, never having moved from start to finish to face Jingliu.

Jingliu too returned her sword to its scabbard.

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