socalfunplaces Chapter 787 Shura Loses Power
Chapter 787 Shura Loses Power
Chapter 787 Shura Loses Power
When the dust settles, everything returns to calm.
In the square in front of the Papal Palace, everyone present gaped, utterly amazed and awestruck.
Especially the Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall side, their eyes were practically wide open, filled with shock and immense excitement:
"Is this the Holy Son's strength? It's terrifying, so powerful!"
No one expected that their usually unassuming Holy Prince would possess such formidable true strength.
With only the cultivation level of a Soul Douluo, he actually defeated Haotian Douluo, who had already stepped into the Super Douluo level.
Moreover, it wasn't just a simple victory; he also severed one of the opponent's legs, leaving the opponent to flee in a sorry state.
How exactly did they do that?
It's absolutely incredible, absolutely amazing!
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin both showed considerable shock, but more than anything, they seemed surprised and deeply wary.
Tang Hao's strength was indeed formidable, but they were all aware of it.
Even when Tang Hao used the Killing God Domain, which even Sword Douluo was ashamed of, they remained calm and composed, and even seemed to be watching from the sidelines and gloating.
After all, the more trouble Tang Hao caused in Wuhun City, the more advantageous it would be for them.
This will help them understand the strength of the Spirit Hall, and see how much hidden power the Spirit Hall still has, and how many trump cards it has yet to play.
The sudden appearance of those four Title Douluos was undoubtedly a huge gain, surprising Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, but not entirely unexpected.
What was truly unexpected was the relatively unknown Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Twin martial souls, innate domain, a red 100,000-year soul ring, an ultra-limit soul ring configuration, incomprehensible celestial phenomena, and combat power far exceeding his own realm.
It wasn't until Ye Qifeng revealed his true strength that Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo finally understood why the Spirit Hall had kept him hidden and hadn't revealed his specific identity information back then.
Such a prodigy should naturally be protected; how could we possibly release his information?
After all, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.
Now, this prodigy seems to have fully matured. Not only can he defeat Tang Hao, a powerful expert with the strength of a level 95 Super Douluo, on his own, but he can even cripple him directly.
Such strength is simply terrifying.
Ning Fengzhi was terrified, and Sword Douluo also looked solemn and wary, his hands gripping the Seven Kill Sword tightening involuntarily.
At this moment, the overwhelming aurora and darkness are gradually dissipating, but the remaining power still shakes people's hearts.
"Little Breeze."
Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly, looking at Ye Qifeng's terrifying figure, which seemed to have suddenly become incredibly tall.
She felt a strange sensation she had never experienced before; her heart pounded in her chest, and a strange light flashed in her beautiful eyes as she stared intently at Ye Qifeng.
It seems that Bibi Dong felt a surge of joy upon seeing Ye Qifeng so angry, so furious, and so violent.
Because he was venting his anger.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably, and Bibi Dong subconsciously clenched her fists, placing them lightly on her chest. Her cheeks flushed slightly; it was a feeling called being moved that warmed her heart.
"I'm breaking your leg today as punishment. From now on, you'd better hide like a rat, or you won't be so lucky next time. Even that filthy thing in heaven can't protect you!"
Watching Tang Hao's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Ye Qifeng did not give chase. His current state could not be sustained, and he was already beginning to tire, so he had no ability to pursue him.
The injuries he sustained while shielding Bibi Dong from that hammer blow were now beginning to show.
His time is running out.
Gently wiping away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, Ye Qifeng glanced at it indifferently.
Sure enough, this bloodstain was not normal.
The red hue was tinged with black, and the black with purple; it not only exuded a strong aura of slaughter, but also emanated a strange and evil intent.
It was obvious that it was the residual aura of the Asura God Power and the Rakshasa God Power.
The power of the Asura God naturally comes from Tang Hao, while the power of the Rakshasa God comes from Bibi Dong's blood.
The bloodstain Ye Qifeng smeared on the Dark Moon Black Blade was to use the Rakshasa divine power in Bibi Dong's blood, combined with his own light and darkness laws, to fight against the Asura divine power on Tang Hao.
The result was not bad.
Although they couldn't save Tang Hao's life, they did cripple one of his legs.
From now on, that bastard will probably never be able to swagger in front of the Spirit Hall again.
Before long, Ye Qifeng returned to Bibi Dong's side, and Tang Hao's left leg, which he had severed, naturally floated behind him.
Seeing Tang Hao's rapidly fleeing figure, several titled Douluo, including Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Spirit Kite Douluo Ni Huang, wanted to give chase, but were stopped by Ye Qifeng.
He knew that if that filthy thing from the divine realm was watching, Tang Hao couldn't possibly have died.
The fact that he managed to cut off Tang Hao's leg was actually an unexpected bonus; as for taking Tang Hao's life, he probably wouldn't have any chance at all.
If Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ninth Sister Ni Huang were to give chase, they might actually be in danger.
Ye Qifeng certainly didn't want anything to happen to them, so he stopped them directly and said:
"Elders, we should not pursue a desperate enemy; it is better to be cautious."
"Tang Hao is not so easy to deal with, and now is not a good time to deal with him."
"Let's stabilize the situation in Wuhun City first."
The battle between Title Douluos was so intense that it shook the entire Spirit City, inevitably causing some chaos.
In addition, the extraordinary phenomena that appeared when Ye Qifeng used his Dharma body have already attracted the attention and suspicion of all the residents of Wuhun City.
Although Tang Hao's initial hammer blow did not actually land on the Papal Palace, it still caused considerable damage, resulting in significant damage to the exterior of the Papal Palace.
The plaza in front of the main hall, the center of the battle, was in complete disarray.
The situation on the ground urgently needs to be addressed, and the people's hearts also need to be appeased. At this time, the stability of Wuhun City should be the top priority.
Ye Qifeng looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan:
"Elder Ju, I'll leave the cleanup to you."
Chrysanthemum Douluo straightened up abruptly, his right hand resting on his left chest, and he made a firm promise in a soft, feminine voice:
"Your Highness, rest assured, leave it to me."
At this moment, he seemed to place Ye Qifeng in the same position as Pope Bibi Dong in his heart, his voice filled with respect and reverence.
Then, Ye Qifeng looked at the Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom, whose face was obscured by a wide black robe, and waved his hand to hand him the leg that Tang Hao had left behind:
"Elder Gui, this is Tang Hao's left leg. There should be a piece of the Clear Sky Sect's inherited soul bone inside. Please process it and keep it as a spoil of war for the Spirit Hall."
"clear!"
Ghost Douluo didn't say much, he just nodded emphatically.
Ignoring the blood still gushing from its thick, long legs, it grabbed the animal directly into its hand.
If the scene hadn't been inappropriate, he would have even wanted to skin and dismember the body on the spot. However, once the soul bone is separated from the host's body, it will automatically separate out, so there's no need for such bloodshed and cruelty.
Just wait patiently.
Ye Qifeng turned around to look in the direction of the Shrek Seven Devils. He stood there, expressionless, and coldly said:
"As for these Shrek members who were accomplices of Tang Hao and Tang San, since they chose to oppose the Spirit Hall, they should be prepared to accept punishment."
"Take them all down and throw them into the Spirit Hall prison!"
A troop of knights knelt down in unison, resounding as they accepted the order:
"Yes, Your Highness!"
They were all Holy Emperor Warriors responsible for guarding the Papal Palace, and all were commanders at the Soul Saint level or above, but their gazes toward Holy Son Ye Qifeng were filled with fanaticism.
They immediately lined up and captured the remaining Shrek teachers and students one by one.
At this moment, only Flander among the Shrek members remained conscious; the others had all been knocked unconscious by the aftershocks of the previous battle.
Faced with the approaching Holy Emperor Warriors, Flander simply gave up resisting.
After all, resistance would be futile; this was the Spirit Hall's headquarters, and resistance meant death, while not resisting might offer a sliver of hope.
Finally, Ye Qifeng turned to Lingyuan Douluo Nihuang, who was looking at him with a worried expression, and smiled gently, saying:
"Ninth Sister, don't worry, I'm fine."
"From now on, whatever you see, don't be surprised, just protect the teacher."
Upon hearing this, Princess Nihuang's worry became even more pronounced.
She had seen it clearly: after Ye Qifeng finished fighting Tang Hao, blood was visibly seeping from his mouth, indicating that he was seriously injured.
The eeriness and evil emanating from the bloodstains sent chills down her spine and filled her with fear.
In fact, it wasn't just her who sensed it; Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside her also sensed it, but they tacitly refrained from asking any further questions or saying anything more.
Nihuang pursed her red lips, nodded emphatically, and then silently moved closer to Ye Qifeng and Bibi Dong.
After Ye Qifeng finished speaking, he bent down and picked up Bibi Dong, who was still staring blankly at him, and then turned and walked into the Papal Palace.
Nihuang followed closely beside him, her gaze fixed on Ye Qifeng's back.
There, streaks of blood were seeping out, gradually soaking through his magnificent gold and silver embroidered clothes.
Red, red everywhere you look.
With two loud bangs, the heavy double doors of the Papal Palace suddenly flung open and then slammed shut, followed by two panicked exclamations:
"Little Wind—"
…………
Spirit world.
Enveloped in mist and clouds, the landscape is magnificent and beautiful, like a fairyland.
Magnificent palaces stand tall, floating in and out of the clouds and mist.
At the very center stands the tallest and most majestic palace, a thousand feet high, reaching straight into the sky. This is the central hub of the divine realm and the location of the Divine Realm Council.
at this time.
Inside the palace hall, the Divine Council was in session.
Five figures, shrouded in mist, took their seats, seemingly engaged in a heated debate.
The two sides embroiled in the dispute were the God of Destruction and the Asura God, whose weakness the God of Destruction had found fault with.
The God of Destruction vehemently accused the God of Asura of knowingly breaking the law, abusing his power for personal gain, using his authority to oversee the lower realms as a tool to arbitrarily interfere with the normal operation of his subordinate worlds, and intending to remove him from his position as the God-King of Law Enforcement.
The Asura God, however, remained unfazed and argued that the God of Destruction was making baseless accusations, while also sarcastically suggesting that the God of Destruction was abusing his power, making unfounded accusations, and deliberately picking fights, all for the sake of power and profit.
Of course, everyone present was a sharp-witted, peak-level god-king, and it was immediately clear to everyone who was telling the truth and who was lying.
However, for the sake of harmony and stability in the divine realm, they often turn a blind eye.
The evil god, surrounded by a black, eerie, and malevolent aura, kept a solemn expression and remained silent, simply watching the two god-kings engage in a war of words.
The benevolent god, who exuded a white and kind aura, had lost the gentle smile that always graced her hazy face, revealing a hint of helplessness.
The goddess of life, radiating a vibrant green life force, looked left and right, wanting to offer some advice but unable to find a way to interject, and could only anxiously watch.
"Okay!"
Seemingly having seen enough, in the end, it was the God of Evil who stepped forward to give the final verdict in the debate between the two god-kings:
"Shura, you were indeed in the wrong in this matter."
"Everyone here is a smart person, and you all know exactly what's going on."
"You can relinquish your authority to oversee the subordinate worlds for now; let Goodness temporarily take over."
"Destruction, stop clinging to this. Let's end it here."
The god of goodness disliked meddling, but since the god of evil had now singled him out, the easygoing god had no choice but to agree.
"I'm fine."
The Asura God's expression was not good. If he lost the power to monitor his subordinate worlds, some of his plans would inevitably be affected by unpredictable factors.
This is something the Asura God does not want to see.
However, the god of evil has clearly shown him some leniency, so there's no need for him to be ungrateful.
Moreover, the right to oversee the lower realms did not fall into the hands of the God of Destruction, but was entrusted to the God of Goodness, which is good news.
Anyway, the God of Kindness isn't one to meddle in other people's business, so there's still some room for maneuver.
Thinking of this, the God of Destruction's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, saying in a low voice:
"That's fine too."
"This god-king can finally take a vacation."
The God of Destruction sighed:
"That's settled then."
Although the result was not as expected, it was still a good outcome to be able to abolish the Asura God's power to supervise the next generation.
The goddess of life watched all this with worried eyes.
It seems the conflict between Asura and Destruction has intensified, which is probably not a good thing for the future of the God Realm.
But he was of low status and his words carried little weight, so he couldn't say much.
The gods present all had their own opinions and goals, and it was impossible for them to listen to Him.
…………
Outside the Temple of Asura.
The Rakshasa god had already revealed himself from the hidden space and was now looking at his masterpiece, clapping his little hands with a big smile:
"Ah, that feels so good!"
The God of Destruction and the God of Asura didn't fight, which left Him unsatisfied.
Therefore, the only thing they could do was take advantage of the time when the Asura God was away at the central meeting of the divine realm to vandalize His Asura Temple and vent their anger.
"Hehehe"
Just as the Rakshasa God was feeling smug, suddenly, a magnificent crimson sword light flew swiftly from the direction of the Asura Temple, carrying a terrifying aura of slaughter.
The Rakshasa god wiggled its little bottom, turned around and ran away, not forgetting to make a face before leaving, sticking out its tongue cheekily towards the Asura Temple, which was covered in filth:
"Hehe, can't hit me, can't hit me, nyah nyah nyah."