Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 556 Hunting
Xiao Wu also realized what was happening, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Third Brother, what if your clone..."

The God of Destruction relished their terrified expressions. "Your other half should be in the far north right now, right? What are you doing in the far north?"

Tang San, relying on his own strength, suddenly broke free from the priest's suppression: "Destruction! You dare?!" For the first time, genuine fear showed in his eyes. That clone carried his darkest scheme; if the God of Destruction discovered it...
"What wouldn't I dare to do?" the God of Destruction sneered. "Isn't it a good thing to reunite you father and daughter?"

The lower realm, the far north ice plains.

Tang San stood silently in the blizzard, his face, hidden beneath his hood, covered in hideous, blood-red demonic patterns. He had just left the Demon Forest, which was now a ruin; the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters had been completely destroyed, and even the Rakshasa Demon Scythe he had bestowed upon him was nowhere to be found.

Damn it! Tang San clenched his fist. That was the Rakshasa God's natal artifact. The Rakshasa God was, after all, a first-level god. How bad could her artifact be?
Looking back, the throne of the Angel God was crushed by him, its contents becoming nourishment for the Sea God's throne. While the Rakshasa Scythe was destroyed, the evil essence it contained was highly beneficial to the cultivation of the Holy Spirit Cult; now, this trophy has vanished without a trace.

He followed the remaining marks on the demon scythe all the way to the northern border, but stopped outside Dragon City.

The crimson demonic markings on Tang San's face twisted. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he truly dared not step into this city, which was almost as walled as Mingdu.

Left with no other choice, he dragged his tattered body toward the far north, hoping to devour a few more hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts, or even more ferocious beasts...

He licked his chapped lips, the hideous crimson demonic markings on his face contorting in pain. The far north was rich in powerful soul beasts, enough to restore some of his strength, but more importantly, the coordinates of the Douluo Continent had already been sent out.

Thinking of this, a hint of madness flashed in his bloodshot eyes. When he fled the realm of gods, he secretly released a special divine coordinate into the depths of the universe, which was specifically designed for a certain abyssal plane that was wandering in the universe and evolving by constantly devouring the energy of other planes.

He looked up at the gloomy sky. Although doing so would definitely be detected by the central authority of the divine realm, as long as he acted quickly enough, he could persuade the ruler of the abyss plane to join forces with him.

According to his observation, the ruler of that abyss plane already possessed the strength of a first-level god, only lacking a divine position, but dealing with that dragon was more than enough for him.

His true target was the divine cores of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King. If he could seize the power of these two dragon god avatars, even the God of Destruction and the other god-kings combined wouldn't be a match for him!

However, his coordinate signal seemed to sink without a trace, and the abyss dimension remained silent for a long time. What arrived earlier than expected was a figure that even made the extreme north's snowstorm pause.

The girl rode a strange steed through the snow, her short hair remaining perfectly styled in the cold wind.

Her short hair was no longer the light blue I remembered, but rather a soft light blue that gradually transitioned to a deep dark purple from the roots, with the purple at the ends being the most intense, gleaming with a cold sheen in the frigid winds of the far north.

What chilled him most were her eyes. Deep within those once clear, lake-like pinkish-blue pupils, a strange, purplish-black halo now floated. The halo, like ripples in an abyss, sometimes contracted, sometimes expanded, as if the flames of destruction were forcibly confined within the gentle lake blue, forming a balance that made him uneasy.

Tang San felt a strange sense of betrayal welling up inside him. Although he could confirm that she was his biological daughter based on that faint trace of blood, he was still marked with the stigma of destruction.

The jet-black warhorse had purplish-black flames burning on its four hooves, and what was most eye-catching was the dark gold rhombus-shaped gem on its forehead, from which the surging destructive energy made Tang San feel terrified.

Wang Dong held a uniquely shaped hand-and-a-half-sword in his hand. Its blade, interwoven with silver and crimson, was shrouded in a flowing, purplish-red aura of destruction. The hilt was covered in silver-white dragon scale patterns, and a dark red crystal at the end emitted an ominous glow.

Destruction actually granted her such a divine artifact?!
Tang San gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly, the crimson demonic markings on his face twisting uneasily. He was all too familiar with this power; its aura of destruction was omnipresent. Wang Dong had not only inherited the Butterfly Goddess's position but had also been endowed with a trace of primal power by the God of Destruction.

"Xiao Qi." He tried to sway her with his old address, but stopped abruptly when he saw the flames of destruction dancing in her eyes.

"Shut up! Your blood, everything about you, disgusts me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the purplish-black halo instantly expanded, almost engulfing the entire pinkish-blue area. The silver-red longsword in her hand emitted a blinding, fierce light, and the ice and snow where the blade pointed instantly vaporized.

Tang San's face contorted in shock, the crimson demonic markings writhing wildly across his face as if they were alive. He stared intently at Wang Dong, his eyes surging with barely suppressed rage and resentment.

Everything she has is a gift from me!
Sensing his emotions, the Asura Demon Sword displayed grotesque, blood-red patterns on its blade. His grip on the sword tightened, veins bulging, and his voice became terrifyingly hoarse.
"You think this power is your lucky break? If I hadn't destroyed your Clear Sky Hammer and broken the wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly, how would you be where you are today?"

The frigid winds of the far north seemed to freeze at that moment, even the falling snowflakes stopped in mid-air. The purplish-black halo in Wang Dong's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, just like the pupil of a dragon.

"No rainbow without rain," Tang San's voice echoed across the icy plains. "You should thank me for nurturing you!"

"Thank you?" The longsword in Wang Dong's hand emitted a dragon-like hum, but her voice was frighteningly soft. "Then I'll properly 'thank' you!"

The moment the last word was uttered, a purplish-red aura surged from the sword's blade. Wang Dong's figure blurred into a streak, his longsword carrying the force of destruction as it pierced straight for Tang San's throat. At the same time, the still snowflakes suddenly turned a purplish-black hue, like thousands of sharp blades slashing towards Tang San.

Tang San hastily raised his sword to parry, and in the instant the two swords clashed, he saw that what burned in Wang Dong's eyes was a deep-seated hatred for him.

"You rebellious daughter!" Tang San roared, unleashing his full Asura Divine Power. "Today I'll show you that everything you do before the God King is like a moth drawn to a flame—utterly meaningless!"

The crimson sword light and the purplish-black flames of destruction collided violently on the far northern ice plain, causing the entire ice plain to tremble under the force of the impact.

On the far northern ice plains, the purplish-black flames of destruction clashed fiercely with the scarlet power of the Asura God, causing the entire world to tremble in the clash of these two divine forces. Tang San gripped the Asura Demon Sword, the blood-red demonic markings on his face twisting and writhing with each swing of the sword, yet the battle grew increasingly terrifying.

How could her swordsmanship be so exquisite? The Asura Demon Sword clashed with the Rebellion Sword once more. Amidst the ear-piercing metallic clang, Tang San suddenly realized a terrifying truth: he had never truly mastered swordsmanship. Since inheriting the Asura God's position, his so-called "swordsmanship" was merely a reliance on the divine skills inherent in the Asura Sword. Those magnificent crimson sword beams were the power of the divine weapon, not his own skill.

Wang Dong's every strike was terrifyingly precise, each sword aimed at killing him. The purplish-black flames flowed with the sword's momentum, leaving inextinguishable fiery marks on the snow. He could only suppress her with the Shura Sword's built-in instant-cast sword skills.

This realization shocked Tang San. Ironically, if he relied solely on swordsmanship, he would be killed by Wang Dong in just a few moves, since all he had relied on over the years was the techniques bestowed upon him by the Asura God.

But the ultimate artifact was still too far beyond what was expected. Just as Wang Dong was repelled by the surging sword light, a dazzling golden pillar of light suddenly tore through the sky. The light was holy and fierce, and even the raging blizzard froze in its wake.

Wang Dong was stunned. Her warhorse pounded its forelegs restlessly, and purplish-black flames of destruction surged around it. She looked up at the golden light, somewhat surprised, while Tang San's expression changed drastically.

As the golden light faded, a tall figure stood in mid-air. The man was clad in golden divine armor, ancient demonic runes flowing across it. His face was handsome yet cold, and his aquamarine eyes held no life, only pure killing intent.

Hypnos, the god of death.

How long has it been, and they've met again? To be honest, the God of Slaughter didn't want to see Tang San at all. Seeing him meant that the leader of the Gods of Law Enforcement was breaking the law, and all the Gods of Law Enforcement would be ashamed because of it.

"Tang San." The voice of the God of Slaughter, Xiu Pros, was like the frozen ice of the far north, his sword tip pointing directly at Tang San. "Why don't you surrender? Come with me back to the God Realm and await the committee's decision."

As his words fell, the surrounding space cracked open one after another, and several figures stepped out from the divine light. All the enforcers of the divine realm descended and surrounded Tang San.

Tang San's expression changed completely.

He should have been the leader of the gods of law enforcement, the one who held the order of the divine realm, but now he has become a sinner being hunted.

"Hyperus," Tang San forced himself to remain calm, holding the Asura Demon Sword horizontally in front of him, "Do you truly wish to be my enemy?"

"Stubborn to the end! Then let him be executed!" Anyway, the God of Destruction didn't say he wanted him alive, so executing him on the spot is better than bringing him back and embarrassing all the law enforcement gods.

Surrounded by the God of Slaughter and a group of Enforcement Gods, Tang San's blood-red demonic markings twisted into a ferocious arc. He suddenly raised the Asura Demon Sword, and the scarlet divine markings on the blade suddenly lit up: "Hyperus! You, as an Enforcement God, dare to attack the God King? I am the God King who governs the order of the God Realm!"

Despite this, Tang San was very uneasy. Although the people who came were all second-level gods or even heavenly god hunters, he was not a supreme god-king like the Dragon God, who could slap a god-king to death. His other half could really be beaten to death by this group of law enforcement gods.

Wang Dong pointed his longsword directly at Tang San: "Hand him over to me."

The God of Slaughter ignored her and instead raised his weapon along with the other Gods of Law Enforcement, their brilliant divine light weaving into a net across the far north.

The Asura Demon Sword in Tang San's hand erupted with a monstrous wave of blood, and blood began to seep from the demonic markings on his face. "Then let's see who judges whom today!" In that instant, Tang San seized the opportunity and used the Asura God's position to suppress the God of Law Enforcement, and the Asura Demon Sword went straight for the God of Slaughter's throat.

"Watch out!" Wang Dong shouted instinctively, and the Rebellious Sword had already slashed out first, the sword light colliding with the blood-red demonic sword with a thunderous crash.

The God of Slaughter glanced back at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his cold eyes. The terrifying shockwave ripped away all the ice within a hundred miles, forcing even the Enforcer Gods to temporarily avoid its impact.

Wang Dong suddenly leaped into the air, her body erupting with dazzling light. Within that blinding light, her form began a startling transformation; flames of destruction coiled around her like living things, and in an instant, a ferocious yet beautiful butterfly-like creature descended upon the world. Its body was long and sharp, each purplish-black dragon scale as razor-sharp as a blade, its edges gleaming with a chilling light. Blue-gold veins of light flashed through its entire body like lightning, outlining sacred yet dangerous patterns on its dark scales.

Its head was like a sharp spear, with two purple-gold dragon horns pointing diagonally to the sky, their tips burning with inextinguishable flames of destruction. In its narrow compound eyes, purple flames and golden-blue light intertwined and flowed, coldly locking onto Tang San below. The purple-gold dragon spines that bulged on its back trembled slightly with each breath, like unsheathed swords.

The most awe-inspiring feature was the pair of dragon wings. The wing bones were as flamboyant as refined steel, and the wing membranes were entirely composed of pulsating flames of destruction. The flames rapidly transitioned from the blue-gold wing roots to a purplish-gold, with edges as smooth as divine blades. Each flap left fine spatial cracks in the air. The tail was as slender as a spear, with a dark purple fireball condensing at the end, radiating a chilling aura.

"Is this the power that destruction gives you?!" Tang San looked up at the perfect creation of destruction in the sky. The God of Destruction really knew how to attack people's hearts. First, he threatened him with his unborn son, and now he used his abandoned daughter to deal with him.

Wang Dong did not answer, but slowly raised his forepaw. In an instant, all the flames of destruction on his wing membrane flowed to the tip of his claw, condensing into a longsword that was both real and ethereal. The blade was entirely composed of flames interwoven with blue gold and purple-black, yet it radiated a cold, metallic luster.

Hypnos, the god of slaughter, raised his hand to stop the law enforcement gods who wanted to step forward to help, ordering them to wait for the right opportunity.

Wang Dong had already swooped down, the blue-gold light at the edge of his wing membrane leaving a dazzling trail in the wind and snow. Tang San instinctively raised the Asura Demon Sword, its light transforming into a blood-red barrier that instantly formed in front of him.

However, the expected collision did not occur. Wang Dong's dive trajectory deviated strangely at the last moment, the blade bypassing the parry at a tricky angle. Tang San hurriedly dodged to the side, the blade grazing his cheek, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound. Before the divine blood could drip, it was completely evaporated by the flames of destruction wrapped around the sword.

"Ugh!" Tang San roared in pain, the blood-red demonic patterns on his face twisting wildly as he resisted the erosion of the destructive power. He touched his cheek in disbelief, his fingertips covered in purplish-black flames mixed with divine blood.

The flames of destruction on Wang Dongyi's membrane slowly subsided, and Tang San's disheveled figure was reflected in his compound eyes.

Tang San's facial wounds were temporarily unable to heal, and the flames of destruction writhed within his flesh as if alive. What alarmed him even more was the combat intuition Wang Dong had just displayed—a level that could not be achieved simply through divine power, but rather a killing instinct acquired through countless life-or-death trials.

Damn it! Who taught her to use a sword?!
(End of this chapter)