Chapter 263 Ning Rongrong: Me? Fight a Level 1 God? Oscar cried in desperation. Sky Curtain: Winner takes all, loser eats the dust.
The sky changed.
Several lines of dazzling golden characters appeared on the huge light screens on the left and right sides.
The detailed information of both sides was presented to billions of beings in four worlds without reservation.
On the left side of the sky, golden light shone brightly, and the words on it were like dragons:
Name: Ning Junlan
[Martial Soul: Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon]
[Origin: Branch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sun Moon Continent]
[Divine Rank: First-Level Deity of the Realm of Annihilation - Nine-Colored Goddess]
On the right side of the sky, the divine light appeared slightly softer, even carrying a hint of dependence:
Name: Ning Rongrong
[Martial Soul: Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda]
[Origin: Daughter of Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in Douluo Continent]
[Divine Rank: Peerless Divine Realm, Second-Tier Deity - Nine-Colored Goddess]
These two sets of information caused a huge uproar on both Douluo Star and the Peerless God Realm.
"What?!
Ning Junlan, who possessed a first-level divine status and had an aura like an empress,
"He's just a branch disciple of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"
On the planet Douluo, the members of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School were completely dumbfounded.
Sect Master Ning Tian was dumbfounded, his mind completely blank.
A branch disciple not only mutated his martial soul into the unheard-of "Nine Treasures Glazed Dragon," but also cultivated it into a first-level god.
As the eldest daughter of the sect leader and the beloved ancestor Ning Rongrong,
But she was merely a secondary deity who needed to depend on her husband.
This stark contrast between legitimate and illegitimate children, and between innate talent and ability
It was like a resounding slap across the face of all the gods in the peerless divine realm, especially Ning Rongrong.
"A branch…she was just a branch…"
Ning Rongrong stared intently at the words on the sky, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
Her once stunningly beautiful face now appeared somewhat distorted.
In the lower realm, she was the high and mighty daughter of a sect leader.
He is the sect's only hope.
When did it become the turn of a branch of the family to ride roughshod over her?
However, she was given absolutely no time to catch her breath or complain.
"Boom—!"
The scene on the sky suddenly changed, and the light screen that was originally divided into left and right sides instantly merged into one.
Immediately afterwards, the light expanded outwards wildly.
A vast, boundless battlefield, filled with an ancient and desolate atmosphere, slowly emerged in the center of the sky.
This battlefield floated in the endless void, with a dark golden arena inscribed with divine patterns beneath one's feet.
The surrounding stars rose and fell, and the chaotic air currents churned, exuding an extremely terrifying and chilling pressure.
"Buzz—!"
"Buzz—!"
Two beams of divine light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, descended from the Realm of Annihilation and the Realm of Peerless Gods, respectively.
The next moment, violent ripples spread through the space.
Ning Junlan of the Realm of Annihilation, and Ning Rongrong of the Realm of Peerless Gods.
Pulled by an irresistible force, they were instantly transported into this boundless battlefield!
The light faded.
Ning Junlan stood suspended in mid-air on the left side of the battlefield, her nine-colored divine dress fluttering in the wind.
Her face was aloof and arrogant, her eyes haughty, and the nine-jeweled glazed dragon behind her let out a roar that shook the heavens.
The immense pressure of a first-level deity was released without reservation, crushing the surrounding void as if it were a tangible force.
On the right side of the battlefield, Ning Rongrong also revealed herself.
Having lost the protective aura of the God of Cookery, Oscar, he stood alone in this desolate and chilling battlefield of divine warfare.
Facing the terrifying dragon's might that stretched as far as the eye could see,
Her face instantly turned pale.
He subconsciously summoned his Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, holding it in his hand, but it still seemed somewhat weak and powerless.
The war of the gods has officially begun!
The Peerless Divine Realm, the Divine Realm Committee.
Oscar stared intently at the projection on the sky, his eyes bloodshot.
His hands were clenched into fists due to extreme tension.
His fingernails dug deep into his flesh, oozing out tiny drops of blood, yet he remained completely unaware.
"How could this be... This is completely unfair!"
Oscar roared in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with barely concealed terror and rage.
"Rongrong is only a second-level deity, and the Nine-Colored Goddess position she inherited is still a purely support-type deity."
She's simply not good at any one-on-one combat!
The Ning Junlan on the other side is not only a first-level deity, but her martial soul is also a mutated 'Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon'.
This is clearly an existence with extremely terrifying offensive combat power!
How is Rongrong supposed to fight?!
"Little Ao is right, this is a one-sided crushing defeat!"
Ma Hongjun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his phoenix fire surging uncontrollably throughout his body, and he shouted impatiently:
"Third brother, you have to think of something!"
"Can we forcefully break through this veil and pull Rongrong back?"
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing to the side, also had extremely solemn expressions.
Dai Mubai frowned and said in a deep voice:
"The power gap between a first-level god and a second-level god is already as vast as an insurmountable chasm, let alone a pure support-type fighting against a dragon-type martial soul."
Rongrong... has absolutely no chance of winning!
Xiao Wu gripped Tang San's arm tightly, her eyes reddening, looking with worry at the lone, vulnerable figure in the sky.
Tang San's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The combined divine powers of the Sea God and the Asura God surged wildly within his body.
But he tragically discovered that his once-proud god-king level power...
Before that mysterious and unpredictable celestial canopy, it was as if a clay ox had entered the sea.
It's impossible to pinpoint its coordinates, let alone interfere with the battlefield.
"Calm down, Fatty, Little Ao."
Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the panic and helplessness in his heart, and said in a deep voice:
"The rules of this celestial realm supersede those of the divine realm; we have no way to intervene now."
All we can do is pray that Rongrong can buy us some time..."
Just when everyone in the peerless divine realm was extremely anxious and worried.
The scene shifts to a vast and desolate battlefield of gods.
Before Ning Rongrong and Ning Junlan officially began their battle.
Above the celestial canopy, that solemn, grand, and seemingly emotionless divine voice resonated...
Once again, it resounded like thunder from the heavens, echoing in the ears of billions of living beings across the four realms.
It began to read out the final rules of this brutal war of gods:
[Clash of Realms, War of Gods Begins!]
[Rules of this battle: In this fight, the winner takes all, and the loser eats dust!]
The winner will receive the ultimate creation and great rewards bestowed by the heavens!
Rewards include, but are not limited to:
Unconditional promotion to godhood, bestowal of extraordinary exclusive artifacts, or other unparalleled rewards that defy fate!
And the loser...
The voice from the heavens paused slightly here, then transformed into a chilling, piercing tone of judgment, echoing through the endless void:
They will be severely punished by the heavens!
Deprive them of their fortune, diminish their divine power, and subject them to divine punishment!
Upon hearing this chilling rule, Ning Rongrong, whose face was already pale, felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
My palms were covered in cold sweat as I held the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda.
Winner takes all, loser eats dust?
How can a support-type character like her possibly defeat a dragon-type martial soul possessor at the level of a first-level god?
On the other side of the battlefield, Ning Junlan heard these rules and a cold, arrogant smile curled at the corner of her lips.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Dragon behind her let out a deafening roar, and its immense dragon might crushed towards Ning Rongrong like a tsunami.
(End of chapter)