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Chapter 264 - Chapter 264 A Severe Injury in One Move? Ning Rongrong's Divine Core Shattered, Leaving Her on the Brink of Death? It's Either You Die or I Live!

Chapter 264 A Severe Injury in One Move? Ning Rongrong's Divine Core Shattered, Leaving Her on the Brink of Death? It's Either You Die or I Live!

"boom--!"

The terrifying dragon's might transformed into a tangible nine-colored storm, raging across this desolate ancient battlefield.

Ning Rongrong felt an overwhelming force crashing down on her.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and she was forced to retreat repeatedly by this pure aura, almost falling on the dark gold divine pattern arena.

"Nine treasures transform into crystal!"

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Ning Rongrong bit her tongue, forcing herself to calm down.

Her hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and she poured the second-level divine power of the peerless divine realm into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hands without reservation.

In an instant, nine-colored divine light shone brightly, and rings of dazzling light rose from the base of the tower.

It transformed into layers of sturdy, nine-colored shields, protecting her firmly in the center.

"First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul! Fourth: Control..."

Almost instinctively, Ning Rongrong unleashed all the amplification skills that could enhance her.

However, when these dazzling lights fall upon a purely support-type deity, they appear so pathetic and powerless.

There were no offensive deities charging into battle at the front.

There are no agility-based deities lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Her unparalleled amplification skills have now become nothing more than flashy decorations!

"Ha... these are the noble deities of the peerless divine realm?"

"Is this the beloved eldest daughter of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader, showered with endless affection?"

In the void, Ning Junlan looked down at Ning Rongrong, who was trembling inside the shield.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

She took long strides, her long legs seemingly stepping through the air.

With each step, a nine-colored ripple spread across the void beneath his feet, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Dragon behind him let out an even more deafening roar.

"When my ancestors were in Douluo Continent..."

Your direct lineage is high and mighty, controlling over 90% of the sect's cultivation resources.

But we, the descendants of this branch, can only struggle on the fringes, risking our lives even to obtain a suitable spirit ring!

Ning Junlan's voice was as cold as a knife, echoing throughout the battlefield and reaching the ears of the gods in the peerless divine realm through the celestial canopy:

"You always say that support-type Soul Masters need to rely on strong individuals to survive."

So you, Ning Rongrong, relied on the protection of your family and the support of your teammates...

He even managed to obtain a so-called second-level godhood through the favor of men.

Continue to be your delicate, nine-colored goddess.

"But Ning Junlan refuses to believe this nonsense!"

Ning Junlan suddenly spread her arms wide, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Dragon behind her soared into the sky, unleashing a first-level divine pressure that blotted out the sun.

"I risked my life to fight against the heavens, and awakened the mutated martial soul Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon on the edge of life and death!"

I don't need to depend on anyone; my own fists are my strongest weapons!

Today, I will show all the heavens and myriad realms who truly deserves the supreme divine title of 'Nine-Colored Goddess'!

In the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School of the Sun and Moon Empire.

This record has been passed down for 20,000 years.

And in the God Hunting Project.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School of Douluo Continent was destroyed and fell into ruin because Ning Rongrong was implicated.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School of the Sun and Moon Empire finally avenged their ancestor's grudge from 20,000 years ago.

Now, they have encountered people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School of another world.

Ning Junlan's fighting spirit is high.

The moment the words left her lips, Ning Junlan's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Without any tedious probing, he simply raised his right hand and pressed it hard against Ning Rongrong from a distance.

"roar--!!!"

The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Dragon opened its abyss-like maw.

A nine-colored dragon breath, imbued with destructive first-level divine power, shot towards Ning Rongrong like an aurora piercing the heavens and earth!

"No!!

Rongrong!!!

Within the peerless realm of gods, Oscar's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

It let out a piercing scream and frantically gathered the power of the God of Food.

He tried to bombard the sky to rescue them, but the sky recoiled and he coughed up blood, crashing heavily to the ground.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The Asura Blood Sword trembled wildly in his hand, yet he couldn't find a target to slash at.

He could only watch helplessly as the destructive pillar of light swallowed Ning Rongrong's frail figure.

On the battlefield.

"Bang!

Bang!

Bang!"

Ning Rongrong's prized nine-colored shield was rendered useless before that destructive dragon's breath.

It's practically made of paper.

It couldn't even last a second before it began to crumble layer by layer.

"How can he be so strong..."

Ning Rongrong closed her eyes in despair, a single tear of regret sliding down her cheek.

Until this moment, facing this world-destroying power alone,

She then truly realized that without Tang San's protection,

Having escaped the aura of the Shrek Seven Devils,

She, this so-called second-level deity, was so fragile and vulnerable.

"BOOM—!!!"

The nine-colored dragon breath completely pierced through the defense, turning the area where Ning Rongrong was located into a raging ocean of divine power.

The entire dark gold divine pattern arena was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

A raging ocean of divine power swept across the dark golden arena, churning for several breaths.

It slowly dissipated under the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth.

At the center of the smoke and dust intertwined with the afterglow of the rainbow, a figure appeared in utter misery.

Like a kite with a broken string, it fell helplessly onto the cold arena.

That's Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, where is there any trace of the nobility and composure of the "Nine-Colored Goddess"?

That magnificent divine armor had long since been reduced to dust by the destructive dragon's breath.

His entire body was covered with deep lacerations that exposed bone.

Crimson divine blood flowed out, staining a large area of ​​dark gold ground red.

Even more chilling was the sharp, desperate "click" sound that followed.

The nine-colored divine core between Ning Rongrong's brows, symbolizing the majesty of a second-level deity,

It completely shattered under the impact of this domineering and unparalleled first-level divine power!

Fine cracks, like a spider web, covered the divine core.

The once inexhaustible vitality and divine power instantly dissipated.

Ning Rongrong's life force was fading away at a visible rate, like a candle flickering in the wind.

His eyes completely lost focus, and he was on the verge of death.

"Rongrong—!!!"

Within the peerless realm of gods, Oscar wept blood from his eyes, his heart breaking with anguish.

He frantically rammed his head against the invisible barrier of the sky.

His ten fingers scratched bloody marks on the barrier.

The desperate roar, like the dying cry of a wild beast, saddened the listener and brought tears to their eyes.

However, no matter how he struggled,

He could not overcome the barrier of the sky to touch his beloved wife even a fraction.

Tang San closed his eyes tightly, the veins bulging on the back of his hand gripping the Asura Blood Sword.

The fingernails dug deep into the palm, and blood dripped down.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, and the others turned deathly pale.

They all turned their heads away, unable to bear looking directly at Ning Rongrong's extremely miserable appearance on the light screen.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and fear gripped the hearts of the Shrek Seven Devils.

(End of chapter)

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