Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 557 Group fight
The God of Slaughter, Hypnos, stared at Wang Dong, a hint of surprise flashing in his perpetually cold blue eyes. Her sword style was completely unfamiliar to him; it wasn't a move from any known school, yet the killing intent it contained felt strangely familiar.

This fighting style, which maximizes every bit of strength, carries the determination to fight to the death in every move, and contains the ruthlessness of risking one's life for another, is clearly a fighting style that is ingrained in the bones of every law enforcement god.

The problem is, even the current Asura God Tang Sanlianjian doesn't know how to use it very well, so where did Wang Dong learn this combat skill from?

Hypnos, the God of Slaughter, exchanged a solemn glance with several law enforcement gods. They all thought of their companions who had been stranded in the mortal realm, and now, watching Wang Dong's swordsmanship, that familiar style of slaughter seemed to reappear across time and space.

This is no longer a simple father-daughter feud, but involves a power struggle between two major factions in the divine realm.

As a enforcer of the law, the God of Slaughter knew very well what this meant. From this day forward, they would likely have to formally classify this young Butterfly Goddess as belonging to the Destruction Faction. This wasn't a matter of choice, but rather a matter of fact.

The gods of law enforcement watched the fight between father and daughter with cold eyes. They recalled Tang San's high spirits when he first entered the God Realm, and now seeing the God King's disheveled appearance, they couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life.

He brought it on himself! Nevertheless, they were prepared to attack at any time, and would strike without hesitation as soon as Wang Dong showed any signs of weakness.

The God of Slaughter couldn't help but recall the changes in the God Realm over the years. Those companions who had ascended to godhood alongside Tang San—the God of War and the God of Speed ​​had died taking the blame for him, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess were now not far from death, and the Phoenix God had even been forced by him to inherit the divine position, only seeking death. Now, even his own daughter had turned against him with swords; this scene of betrayal and abandonment was truly ironic.

As an enforcer, he had witnessed countless changes of gods, but few had squandered such a winning hand as Tang San. Despite inheriting the dual divine positions of Sea God and Asura God, he focused solely on cultivating the Sea God's position, failing to even master the most basic Asura Sword Intent; despite having sworn brothers as allies, he forcibly turned them into enemies.

The purplish-black flames of destruction clashed fiercely with the crimson power of the Asura God, the Rebellious Sword drawing a perfect killing trajectory in the void. However—

"clang!"

"Do you know?" Tang San's Asura Demon Sword blocked Wang Dong's sword, his blood-red demonic markings twisting into a ferocious smile. He deliberately slowed his speech, savoring the flicker of emotion in Wang Dong's eyes, "Your mother's situation is very special. She can share the dual godhood with me, but the trials she endured back then were far less than mine..."

The Asura Demon Sword suddenly shone with a bright crimson light, causing the Rebellion Sword to tremble slightly.

Wang Dong's dragon wings suddenly trembled, and the purplish-black halo in his compound eyes rippled slightly.

“She’s become even weaker after getting pregnant. Now, every bit of Asura God Power I use is torture for her.” Tang San was pleased to see this flaw, and Wang Dong was clearly already somewhat swayed by his words.

"You!" The flames of destruction on the Sword of Rebellion surged wildly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang San violently shook off the longsword, and the Asura Demon Sword went straight for Wang Dong's throat: "My dear daughter, do you want to guess whether you will kill me first, or whether your mother and unborn brother will be killed by the backlash of the divine power?" The Asura Demon Sword suddenly erupted with a monstrous blood wave, and the pure God-King level pressure pressed down like a mountain.

Wang Dong only had time to hold the sword horizontally in front of her. The sword of rebellion trembled violently, and her body tumbled several times in the air before she regained her balance.

"What good is superior swordsmanship?" Tang San's wounds healed at a visible speed, and the crimson demonic patterns returned to their vibrant color. "The gap between a God King and a Second-Level God cannot be bridged by mere skill."

He slowly raised the Asura Demon Sword, and the terrifying Asura Domain unfolded, even space began to distort and collapse. The flames of destruction around Wang Dong were suppressed to only a thin layer, and the blue and gold patterns on his wing membranes dimmed.

The eyes of the God of Slaughter, Hypnos, instantly turned a chilling white, and the demonic runes on his golden armor erupted with blinding white light. An intense killing intent, almost tangible, spread out, actually managing to carve out a space despite the suppression of the Asura Domain.

"Do it!"

With the God of Slaughter's command, numerous Enforcement Gods simultaneously unleashed their attacks, thousands of white beams of light raining down like a storm, each a slash delivered in an instant. Even more terrifying, these slashes intertwined in the air to form a profound killing array, completely sealing off all of Tang San's escape routes.

Tang San hadn't expected these enforcement gods to actually dare to defy the Heavenly Gang and attack him, nor had he anticipated their seamless coordination. The power of law contained within that killing formation was clearly a confinement specifically designed to target deities!

"You think you can take it all?" Tang San sneered, unleashing a horizontal slash with his Asura Demon Sword. The crimson sword light clashed violently with the white killing array, unleashing a deafening roar.

Blood trickled from the corner of Wang Dong's mouth as she regained her human form. She gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes flashing with a purplish-black halo. She clearly saw that although the Enforcement Gods cooperated seamlessly and their killing formation was exquisite, the sheer difference in power meant they could only manage a draw against Tang San at best. With each streak of blood-red sword light that flashed, the white light of the killing formation dimmed slightly.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Slaughter, Xiu Pros. With a light wave of his right hand, the Sword of the God of Slaughter suddenly shone with a blinding white light. A seemingly ordinary white blade of light shot out, but it locked onto Tang San's divine sense the instant it struck. This seemingly simple attack actually contained the true meaning of millions of years of slaughter, leaving Tang San with no way to dodge and only the option to take it head-on.

Battles at the pinnacle of the divine realm are often simple; under the overwhelming power, any technique seems pale and powerless. As an enforcer who has survived for countless years, Hypnos's fighting style is simple yet deadly. After all, among all the second-tier gods, his strength consistently ranks among the top three, and he can even hold his own against some first-tier gods.

Moreover, he doesn't need to defeat Tang San; he only needs to stall him. Tang San has no reinforcements, but he does.

"boom!"

Tang San staggered a few steps in mid-air. Although the white light blade was blocked, the terrifying killing intent it contained surged into his body like a tidal wave. His already precarious divine consciousness trembled violently, and the blood-red demonic patterns twisted wildly. If the killing power unleashed by the God of Slaughter had not originated from the same source as the Asura God's power, this attack would have been enough to shatter his unstable divine consciousness.

Hypnos coldly observed all of this. His God-Slaying Sword, tempered over millions of years, had long since become one with him, each strike aimed directly at the very source of divine consciousness. This was a killing art specifically created to slay gods, and its use against the current Asura God was undeniably ironic.

Tang San's divine sense erupted, and crimson light burst forth from his body like a volcanic eruption, forcefully expelling all the chilling killing intent that the God of Slaughter Sword had infiltrated. Facing the second white light blade that Hypnos had already slashed down, he did not dodge or evade. Instead, the Asura Demon Sword in his hand flew out, transforming into a stunning blood rainbow, heading straight for Wang Dong, who had been blasted away in the distance.

The sword strike was too fast and too fierce. Wang Dong, locked onto by Tang San's divine sense, only had time to raise her sword to parry; she had no chance to dodge. The blood-red demonic sword rapidly magnified in her eyes, and terrifying Asura killing intent overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Even though she was a newly promoted second-level god, even a first-level god would have no chance of survival against such a devastating attack. Before the demonic sword even arrived, the sharp sword energy had already cut countless wounds all over Wang Dong's body. However, to Tang San's surprise, the God of Slaughter seemed oblivious to Wang Dong's perilous situation. The momentum of the God of Slaughter's sword in his hand did not diminish; instead, it was fueled by even more divine power, and the white blade of light slashed towards Tang San with even greater ferocity.

"Execute the ringleaders first!" The God of Slaughter's icy voice echoed across the frozen plains.

This cruel choice caused Tang San's expression to change drastically. He had originally thought that the God of Slaughter would definitely return to Wang Dong's aid, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so decisive. At this moment, he had lost the Asura Demon Sword and had no time to recall it, so he could only hastily gather his divine power to take the blow head-on.

"Pfft-"

The Asura Demon Sword pierced Wang Dong's chest without any resistance, and blood rained down on the icy plains of the far north. The last person pierced by Tang San's own Asura Sword was the Rakshasa Goddess Bibi Dong.

Wang Dong's body froze in mid-air for a moment. She looked down at the blood-red demonic sword at her chest, then crashed heavily onto the icy plain, splashing up a cloud of blood-red ice crystals. The instant she landed, Tang San, using his connection with the Asura Sword, flashed through the encirclement of the God of Slaughter and the Gods of Law Enforcement, appearing before her.

The super artifact is indeed the most useful!
"Cough!" A trickle of blood escaped from Wang Dong's lips, her eyes gradually dimming. Her fingers gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly against her chest, and she murmured softly, "Back then... did she feel the same way?"

"You rebellious daughter, you're still thinking about that beast!" Tang San was taken aback when he heard Wang Dong's murmur, then realized that the "she" she was referring to was the dragon. An uncontrollable rage surged within him. He recalled how, back in Douluo Continent, he had used the feelings of the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden and the Angelic Young Master to sabotage the Spirit Hall's plans time and again. Back then, he had secretly been proud of it; even his enemies had fallen for him—wasn't that enough proof of his personal charisma?

"How dare you?!"

He suddenly felt utterly betrayed. How could he tolerate his own daughter developing even the slightest affection for his enemy? This was a blatant challenge to his authority! As for whether this was retribution… that thought didn't even linger in his mind for half a second. He was the God-King, the one who ruled the order of the divine realm; how dare retribution seek him out?
Tang San sneered and reached for the demonic sword. At that critical moment, Wang Dong suddenly sprang to her feet. With one hand, she gripped the sword embedded in her chest, preventing it from slipping away, while her other hand had somehow already grasped the silver-white longsword. Crimson arcs of destructive electricity crackled wildly across the blade, and it slashed down at Tang San with resolute killing intent!

"How dare you?!" Tang San hastily dodged, but still had half of his skull sliced ​​off by the sword.

Wang Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood, spitting it directly onto Tang San's bloodied and mangled face. The biting north wind howled, whipping up countless blood-red ice crystals. The Asura Demon Sword remained embedded in her chest, now serving as the perfect shackle to bind Tang San. The purplish-black flames of destruction seeped into the wound along with the blood, frantically eroding the blood-red demonic markings on his face like a living thing. Those hideous patterns began to twist, dissipate, and finally melt away completely.

After the demonic markings faded, a face contorted with terror was revealed. Tang San stared in disbelief, his lips trembling uncontrollably. He had never imagined that the weak and obedient daughter he remembered would now dare to fight him to the death in such a resolute manner.

The next moment, the attacks from the Enforcement Gods poured down like a torrential rain, the blinding white light relentlessly blasting towards Tang San. They showed no concern for the seriously injured Wang Dong, who seemed unconcerned, letting the deadly attacks graze her body.

After wounding Tang San, she surprisingly released her grip on the sword and instead used her bloodied and mangled hands to tightly grasp the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword embedded in her chest. Flames of destruction coiled around the sword along her arms, firmly imprisoning this divine weapon within her body.

Tang San was horrified to discover that his connection with the Asura Demon Sword was being forcibly severed.

Wang Dong raised her head, a smug smile spreading across her blood-stained face. She slowly spoke, uttering a phrase Tang San knew all too well:

"Tang San, you already have a way to die!"

Tang San's body stiffened. These words, spoken by his own daughter, carried a chilling irony.

Seeing that he couldn't pull out the Asura Demon Sword, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he decisively tried to retreat. But the instant he turned around, an aura of slaughter even purer than that of the God of Slaughter, Shupros, suddenly erupted amidst the attacks of the Law Enforcement Gods, aiming straight for his vital point in the back!

"what?!"

Tang San turned around abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracting. A blood-stained demonic scythe hurtled through the air, the crimson light dancing on its blade sending chills down his spine. This was clearly the Rakshasa artifact that had first taken his life, and now it had become a deadly weapon once more!

At the critical moment of life and death, Tang San used all his strength to shift his body half a foot to the side.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of the demonic scythe piercing flesh was exceptionally clear. The modified scythe sank into his right back, protruding from his right chest dripping with divine blood. Tang San staggered forward and fell, most of the blood-red demonic markings on his face instantly collapsing.

"Heh!" He looked down at the scythe on his chest in disbelief. It was stained not only with his divine blood, but also with the residual aura of the Rakshasa God.

The moment Tang San fell forward, Wang Dong used all his strength to drag the Asura Demon Sword stuck in his chest and moved half a step to the side with difficulty, his face showing obvious disgust, as if he was avoiding something filthy.

This subtle movement was more lethal than any words. Tang San's face slammed heavily onto the ice, the divine blood spurting from the wound on his right chest staining a large area of ​​the ice red. He struggled to lift his head, only to see undisguised disgust in Wang Dong's eyes.

All the gods of law enforcement simultaneously halted their attacks, even the god of slaughter, Hypnos, stood with his sword drawn. In this eerie silence, an unexpected scene unfolded—

The severely wounded Wang Dong suddenly staggered forward, the Asura Demon Sword embedded in her chest swaying with her movement, scattering a string of blood droplets. She stumbled towards the figure wielding the demon scythe, her bloodied fingers tightly gripping the other's clothes.

"Quick! I can still be saved! I don't want to die!!!"

(End of this chapter)