Chapter 71:Acquired! The Trident of Poseidon, the Asura Sword, the Godhood of Slaughter, the Godhood of Poseidon!
"Is this... your limit?"
Yu Jingcheng's indifferent voice pierced through the energy storm, clearly resounding in the ears of the two.
The next moment, Yu Jingcheng slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed down.
"Kneel."
Rumble—! Heaven anf earth seemed to turn upside down.
Endless solar divine power condensed in the air, transforming into a giant golden hand that blotted out the sun, carrying a terrifying power to suppress all ages, and slammed down heavily!
There was no suspense.
Tang Chen and Poseidon, who had just unleashed all their potential, were like two tiny ants under this giant golden hand.
They couldn't even scream before being forcefully slammed down from mid-air by this irresistible power, and were firmly suppressed on the shattered ground of Poseidon Island!
"Pfft!"
The two simultaneously spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, their bones feeling as if they were about to shatter, unable to move an inch.
"Buzz—!!"
The Asura Demon Sword and the Trident of the Sea God seemed to sense their master's crisis, bursting forth with blinding light in an attempt to protect him.
"Noisy."
Yu Jingcheng frowned slightly. The golden hand that had been suppressing the two hadn't dissipated.
Instead, it split into two solid golden beams, like two golden chains binding a blue dragon, instantly binding the two super artifacts.
Sizzle—
Under the domineering erosion of the Sun God's power, the killing intent on the Asura Demon Sword and the ocean power on the Trident of the Sea God rapidly dissipated.
The two super artifacts, which symbolized invincibility on the Douluo Continent, were now like venomous snakes being strangled, groaning as they were forcibly sucked into the air by the golden hand.
Finally, they landed steadily in Yu Jingcheng's hands.
Yu Jingcheng held the halberd in his left hand and the sword in his right, feeling the resistance emanating from them, a golden light flashed in his palm.
Instantly erasing the original divine imprints, the two divine artifacts fell silent, as lifeless as objects.
Having done this, he slowly descended, hovering before the suppressed Tang Chen and Poseidon.
Yu Jingcheng looked down, like an emperor judging all beings, his gaze indifferently sweeping over their disheveled faces.
"I will give you a chance."
Yu Jingcheng's voice was devoid of emotion, yet filled with undeniable authority.
"Voluntarily hand over the Asura Godhood and the Sea Godhood, and sever the last trace of connection between you and these two divine artifacts."
Hearing this, Tang Chen abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with defiant rage. He was about to unleash a torrent of curses when Yu Jingcheng's next words choked him.
"As long as you do as I say, I can spare your lives."
Yu Jingcheng casually toyed with the Asura Demon Sword in his hand.
"Not only that, but I can also allow the inheritance of Seagod Island and the inheritance of Haotian Sect to continue to exist.
What I want is only divine positions and divine artifacts. I have little interest in the lives of ants like you."
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
This was not just a choice between life and death, but also a consideration of dignity and inheritance.
Tang Chen's body trembled violently. As one of the three invincible figures of the Douluo Continent, now the God of Slaughter, to surrender without a fight and hand over his divine position to survive was more painful than death!
Tang Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and the last bit of divine power in his body surged wildly. He wanted to self-destruct his divine soul, even if he died, he would splatter his opponent with blood!
"Tang Chen..."
Just then, a weak but gentle call made Tang Chen's impending madness freeze instantly.
He turned his head with difficulty to look at Poseidon beside him.
This once noble and elegant High Priestess of the Sea God was now disheveled, blood trickling from her lips, her breath barely perceptible.
But in her eyes, there was no fear of death, only a deep longing and worry for him.
Tang Chen's heart trembled violently.
He wasn't afraid of death.
But he feared Poseidon's death.
If he chose to perish with her now, even if he couldn't harm this terrifying man in the slightest, Poseidon would surely die.
Moreover, the countless lives on Seagod Island, and his proud Haotian Sect, would likely be annihilated in a single thought by that man because of his "backbone."
The crimson flames in Tang Chen's eyes gradually extinguished under Poseidon's gentle gaze.
Looking at that unforgettable face, at her current frail state, the unyielding pride in his heart finally transformed into a long, bitter, and helpless sigh.
For her, for the sect…
Tang Chen closed his eyes, two lines of bloody tears sliding down his cheeks. His clenched fists finally loosened weakly.
"We… surrender."
These simple four words seemed to have exhausted all of Tang Chen's strength.
The moment he uttered these words, Tang Chen seemed to age ten years instantly, his once straight spine bending limply.
Poseidon's eyes were filled with tears, but she had no complaints.
She reached out her trembling hand and tightly grasped Tang Chen's rough hand, silently conveying her final comfort.
Having made their decision, the two no longer hesitated.
Tang Chen took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart, and began to actively sever the connection between himself and the God of Slaughter's divine position.
A ball of crimson light, filled with extreme killing intent, slowly emerged from between his brows.
At the same time, Poseidon also closed her eyes, azure light flowing around her. It was the core essence of the God of the Sea, carrying the vastness and majesty of the sea, being drawn away from her body bit by bit.
As the two orbs of divine light completely detached from their bodies, their auras began to plummet!
Peak Level 1 God… Level 2 God… Level 3 God… Priest…
Boom!
The barrier to godhood shattered.
Level 99 Peerless Douluo… Level 95 Super Douluo… Level 90 Titled Douluo…
The speed of their fall was astonishing, and cruelly terrifying.
The eternal youth and boundless vitality that once belonged to gods rapidly dissipated with the departure of their divine positions.
Tang Chen's once jet-black temples instantly turned frosty white, and Poseidon's firm, jade-like skin lost its divine luster.
Finally, their auras abruptly stopped the moment they broke through level 90.
Level 89, Soul Douluo.
This was their current realm.
Not only that, they could clearly feel that their meridians and soul cores were as if locked by some supreme rule, and no matter how much they cultivated, they would be stuck here for life, with no possibility of further progress.
"Pfft..."
The drastic drop in their cultivation levels resulted in extreme physical weakness. The two coughed up blood again, collapsing onto the shattered ground like two frail old people.
In mid-air, Yu Jingcheng looked at the two orbs of divine essence, one red and one blue, floating before him, a hint of satisfaction finally appearing on his indifferent face.
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