Chapter 213 Useless
His greatest skill in life is leveraging existing resources.
Using the influence of the Spirit Hall to study theories.
He used Tang Hao's influence to protect himself.
He survived by clinging to Bibi Dong's past affections.
But now, all the momentum has collapsed.
He was like a fish that had been drained of water, only able to open and close his mouth in vain on the shore.
"Is this what they call a theoretical master?"
Lu Ming shook his head, his contempt deepening.
"They only know how to bark wildly behind others."
"When it really comes down to it, they don't even have the courage to look me in the eye."
"A child taught by a good-for-nothing will always remain a good-for-nothing."
The words fell.
An invisible pressure emanated slightly from Lu Ming.
Just a trace.
For Yu Xiaogang now, however, it is no less than the collapse of the sky and the shattering of the earth.
thump!
Yu Xiaogang's knees buckled.
He collapsed onto the ground like a limp rag doll.
His body was trembling violently, his hands gripping the ground so tightly that his fingernails broke off, but he didn't even realize it.
A foul odor slowly wafted from between his legs.
That was due to extreme fear, which caused me to lose control of my bladder.
This scene.
Bibi Dong, who was not far away, saw everything.
Bibi Dong stood there.
Although her purple-gold armor was somewhat damaged, it still couldn't hide her noble and aloof temperament.
Her gaze was fixed on the disheveled man slumped on the ground.
The man who once held the most important place in her heart.
The man she once thought was incredibly talented but simply unappreciated.
The man who, even though she held the high position of Pope and hated the whole world, still retained a touch of tenderness deep in her heart.
now.
It's like an old dog that's been scared out of its wits.
They huddled in the mud, not daring to even lift their heads.
She even lost control of her bladder in public.
How ugly!
How utterly despicable.
The initial shock at Tang Hao's death in Bibi Dong's eyes was now completely replaced by another emotion.
Those were extremely complex emotions.
I was disappointed.
It is heartbreaking.
But even more so, there was a surge of disgust.
She turned her head and glanced at Lu Ming on the city wall.
That man, dressed in pristine white, stood aloof and imposing, his every move exuding earth-shattering power.
Even as an enemy, Bibi Dong had to admit that Lu Ming's charisma was unparalleled in the world.
Let's look at Yu Xiaogang on the ground again.
This moment.
Bibi Dong suddenly felt ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
How could I have suffered for half my life because of such a cowardly and incompetent man?
How could anyone think he's the smartest person in the world?
It turns out that the filter called "first love" has been removed.
He stripped away the halo that Tang Hao and Tang San had bestowed upon him.
The rest.
They're nothing but a pile of worthless mud that can't be plastered on a wall.
"Oh."
Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly and let out a very soft, cold laugh.
The last ripple in those beautiful eyes completely subsided.
It's like looking at a pile of disgusting garbage.
The stench still lingered between Yu Xiaogang's legs.
But Lu Ming did not move his finger again.
Even the faintest trace of killing intent, almost negligible, was completely concealed.
He scoffed.
For Yu Xiaogang now, death is a relief.
Alive.
Bearing the labels of "coward," "useless," and "liar," and eking out a miserable existence amidst everyone's contempt and disdain, is the greatest punishment for him.
Lu Ming withdrew his gaze.
It's like looking at a pile of dog poop on the side of the road; even a second glance would dirty your eyes.
He turned slightly to the side.
His gaze fell on the golden figure beside him.
A thousand feet of snow.
She stood there quietly, her angelic attire gleaming, her six enormous golden wings gently folding behind her.
That exquisitely beautiful face originally carried a hint of grimness and arrogance towards the battlefield.
But the moment Lu Ming's gaze fell upon him...
That layer of icy arrogance melted away in an instant.
Instead, there is a tenderness that is as gentle as spring water.
And there was an overwhelming sense of worship in their eyes.
That was her man.
It was her everything.
He is the supreme god-king who can shatter divine positions with a single finger, destroy titles with a flick of the wrist, and trample the rules of the entire world under his feet.
Looking at Lu Ming's handsome profile, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.
Even her breathing became a little more rapid.
If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, she would have loved to throw herself into this man's arms immediately.
"Xue'er".
Lu Ming spoke up.
His tone was calm, devoid of the mockery he had shown when facing Yu Xiaogang, and carried a casual air unique to his own people.
"My husband."
Qian Renxue responded immediately, her voice clear and melodious, tinged with joy.
Lu Ming raised his hand and gently fanned his nose.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"This battlefield is too dirty."
"I don't like it."
Two very simple sentences.
No names were mentioned.
It didn't say where it was dirty.
But Qian Renxue understood.
She is one of the people in the world who understands Lu Ming the most.
The so-called dirt.
It wasn't just the bloodstains on the ground, nor just the smell of rust in the air, nor just the incontinent Yu Xiaogang.
Instead, it was this group of people who were an eyesore in front of me.
This group of soldiers from the Heavenly Dou Empire, still trembling with fear at this very moment, swarmed around Jialing Pass like flies.
Since her husband doesn't like it.
Then let them disappear.
"Understood."
Qian Renxue nodded.
The tenderness on her face vanished instantly.
The moment I turned around.
The angel God, who is high above and judges all the evil in the world, has returned.
"Clang—"
A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the sky.
The angelic sword was drawn with a fierce roar.
Golden flames instantly enveloped the sword; they were pure, divine fire.
Flames rose, and the surrounding space distorted slightly due to the high temperature.
Qian Renxue, holding the holy sword, took a step forward.
Golden light spread wildly in all directions from her center.
The light was not dazzling.
Yet it possessed an irresistible majesty.
"My husband doesn't like it here."
"Then let's clean this place up."
Qian Renxue's voice was not loud.
However, with the support of soul power, it was clearly heard by everyone present.
Then.
She slowly raised the longsword in her hand.
The sword tip pointed straight ahead.
There.
It is the million-strong army of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
They are now a leaderless and panicked remnant army.
He was being pointed at by that longsword burning with golden flames.
The Tian Dou soldiers standing at the front row felt a wave of heat hit them, and their eyebrows and hair instantly curled and dried out.
That was the scent of death.
Listen carefully.
Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and there was no pity in her pale golden pupils.
Those who surrender will not be killed.
These four words were uttered.
It was like a thunderclap, exploding above the heads of the Heavenly Battle Army.
However.
Before they could even react...
Qian Renxue's aura surged once again.
The six wings behind it suddenly spread open, and countless golden feathers floated in mid-air like sharp swords, aimed at the dense crowd below.
"If there are any who resist."
"Exterminate the entire clan!"
Exterminate the entire clan!
These two words, carrying a chilling murderous intent, instantly froze everyone's blood.
This is no joke.
This is a judgment by a god.
No one would doubt the truthfulness of Qian Renxue's words.
Even the Sea God Tang San was crippled.
Even Haotian Douluo Tang Hao was crushed into a bloody mist.
These ordinary soldiers, and even the Soul Douluo and Soul Saint level experts, are nothing more than slightly larger ants in front of the Spirit Hall now.
silence.
After a brief silence.
What erupted was a frenzied wave of energy, like a tsunami.
But this wave did not originate from the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Instead, they came from within Jialing Pass, from the Soul Master Legion and Holy Dragon Legion belonging to the Spirit Hall.
"Long live the God-King!!!"
I don't know who shouted it first.
Immediately afterwards.
"Long live the God-King!!!"
"Long live the God-King!!!"
Tens of thousands of Soul Masters and hundreds of thousands of soldiers simultaneously raised their weapons and shouted the most fervent cries at the white-clad figure atop the city wall.
The roar surged and soared into the sky.
Even the dark clouds in the sky were somewhat dispersed by this soaring momentum.
This is absolute suppression.
This is an absolute victory.
After Lu Ming displayed his incredible power, the morale of the Spirit Hall army swelled to an extremely terrifying peak.
As long as Lu Ming gives the order.
Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, even if there is the abyss of hell ahead.
This group of people would also rush in without hesitation.
In comparison.
The Heavenly Dou Empire, on the other hand, has completely collapsed.
"Clang."
A long spear fell to the ground.
It's like toppling the first domino.
Clang—Clang—
The sounds of countless weapons hitting the ground blended together.
The soldiers' faces were filled with despair and fear.
beat?
How do I fight?
What can we use to fight?
Even their god has fallen.
Are these mortals going to their deaths?
They were utterly defeated and abandoned.
At this moment, imperial glory and military dignity become utterly worthless in the face of the instinct for survival.
The center of the army.
On that dragon carriage that originally symbolized the supreme power of the emperor.
Avalanche Emperor.
The new emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire was currently slumped on his gold-inlaid and jade-embroidered throne.
His crown was askew, revealing his disheveled hair.
His bright yellow dragon robe looked particularly glaring at that moment.
He looked at the figure on the city wall in the distance, a figure that resembled a god or demon.
Then he glanced at the angel god standing in mid-air, sword in hand, exuding murderous intent.
Then look at the pool of blood on the ground that belonged to Tang Hao, and Tang San, who had fainted and lay there like a dead dog.
That's his teacher.
That's King Lan Hao.
That was his greatest source of confidence in launching this war and confronting the Spirit Hall.
It's over.
It's all over.
The avalanche's teeth were chattering and rattling.
A warm liquid flowed down his inner thigh.
soon.
The hem of the dragon robe was soaked.
The color is deep.
I peed.
This emperor, who had just ascended the throne and was full of ambition to unify the continent, was so frightened that he wet his pants in front of everyone.
That fear was ingrained in my very bones.
That is the most primal reverence for power.
"I...I..."
The avalanche struggled to stand up, trying to maintain even the last shred of imperial dignity.
But my legs just wouldn't obey me.
He rolled right off the imperial carriage.
He fell heavily onto the muddy ground.
But he didn't care about the pain at all.
He used both hands and feet, like a mangy dog with a broken spine, frantically crawling a few steps toward the city wall.
Then.
He suddenly slammed his head on the ground.
"I surrender!!!"
"Heavenly Battle... Heavenly Battle is willing to descend!!!"
"Your Majesty, God-King, spare my life! Your Majesty, God-King, have mercy!!!"
The avalanche's forehead slammed heavily against the ground, and even though it drew blood and covered his face in mud, he dared not stop.
The voice was shrill and tearful.
He no longer resembled an emperor at all.
As the emperor knelt down.
The last shred of psychological defense collapsed.
Splash—
The million-strong army knelt down in droves, like wheat being harvested.
It was a dark, dense mass.
Looking down from the city wall, they looked like a group of ants waiting to be dealt with.
Marshal Goron knelt on the ground, his longsword long since discarded. This iron-blooded marshal was now in tears, his head bowed, not daring to look at the city wall again.
On the Shrek Seven Devils' side.
Dai Mubai looked at Xue Beng kneeling and begging for mercy, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
He wanted to say something.
But looking at the emperor who had wet his pants, and then at the unconscious Tang San, he could only give a bitter smile and helplessly let his hands fall to his sides.
The tide has turned.
There was truly no way to reverse the situation.
On the city wall.
Lu Ming watched all of this quietly.
Looking at the emperor kowtowing repeatedly, and at the millions of ants kneeling on the ground.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
There was no joy of victory.
There was no thrill of conquest.
some.
It was just intense boredom.
It was utterly tasteless.
It's like a max-level character returning to the starting village.
While such overwhelming victories may seem satisfying, they become repetitive after a while.
This group of people.
Whether it's Tang San, Tang Hao, or the so-called Avalanche Emperor.
They're all too weak.
It was so weak that he couldn't even muster the interest to make a move.
"These are the so-called two great empires?"
Lu Ming shook his head.
A faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Boring."
He uttered two words softly.
Then.
He turned away immediately, no longer glancing at the ants kneeling on the ground.
Let's go.
"Back to camp."
Lu Ming's arm naturally wrapped around Gu Yuena's slender waist beside him.
Gu Yuena nestled into his arms, her purple eyes gleaming with a cunning light, like a triumphant little fox.
She extended her slender, white fingers and drew circles on Lu Ming's chest.
"Husband, what would you like to eat tonight?"
"I will listen to my husband."
Her voice was soft and sweet, almost cloyingly so.
They completely ignored the bloody and brutal battlefield below.
In her eyes.
Apart from Lu Ming, everything else in this world is illusory.
Lu Ming affectionately ruffled her long silver hair.
"Whatever you say."
The two embraced and walked down from the city gate.
As the sun sets in the west, its rays bleed like blood.
The last rays of sunlight shone on the dilapidated walls of Jialing Pass, making the already dark red bloodstains appear even more shocking.
The wind carried a strong, fishy smell.
But all this chilling atmosphere and bloodshed was kept out by that thick golden curtain.
The main tent of the Spirit Hall.
This is the center of the entire battlefield, and at this moment, it is the only pure land in this world.
The space inside the tent was extremely large.
The ground was covered with thick, snow-white animal hides; stepping on them felt like sinking into clouds, without making a sound.
Dozens of ever-burning lamps illuminated the tent as bright as day, and the delicate fragrance of ambergris rose gently, completely dispelling the nauseating stench of blood from the outside world.
(End of chapter)