Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"It's the mistress!"

Dai Mubai immediately recognized whose voice it was and was overjoyed.

When Shui Bing'er heard the word "mistress," her pretty face turned cold.

at the same time.

Tang San arrived riding on a red light.

His gaze was icy, and his face was expressionless, like an iceberg.

Clad in dark red armor and wielding the Asura Divine Sword, he looked like a god of war who had emerged from hell.

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San with deep awe and admiration in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Little San...you...you've become a god?"

"Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing, I'll give you a chance." Tang San spoke coldly, his voice as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. "It's not too late to back down now, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite."

"The unification of the continent by the Star Luo is inevitable. What right do you have to stop me!"

After saying that, the divine power belonging to the Asura God erupted directly from Tang San's body.

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence. The divine might of the Asura God swept through the entire space like an invisible torrent. The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and everyone's breath caught in their throats. Whether they were Heaven Dou soldiers or Star Luo warriors, they all felt a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls, as if their lives had become incredibly insignificant at that moment.

Dai Mubai's face lit up with ecstatic joy, his eyes gleaming with almost fanatical worship. His voice became hoarse with excitement: "Little San, you've really become a god! Hahaha, God bless my Xingluo! God bless my Xingluo!"

Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing's expressions instantly turned serious. Shui Bing'er's wings trembled slightly, and a hint of unease flashed in her icy blue eyes. She subconsciously took a step back, the frost beneath her feet spreading a crystalline trail on the ground. Zhu Zhuqing's fiery red hair fluttered gently in the wind, her gaze remaining calm, but the fiery wings on her back retracted slightly, as if sensing some kind of threat.

"Tang San, do you think becoming a god gives you the right to do whatever you want?" Shui Bing'er's voice was cold and firm. Although her heart had begun to waver, her tone remained tough. With a gentle wave of her hand, the surrounding ice cones condensed again, swirling around her and radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, simply standing beside Shui Bing'er. Her fiery red spirit rings glowed, flames coalescing into a spear in her palm, its tip pointing directly at Tang San. Her eyes held no fear, only unwavering resolve.

Tang San's gaze swept over the two of them, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "They're courting death."

Tang San raised the Asura Divine Sword, its tip pointing directly at Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing.

"You think you can stop me with this little strength? Foolish!"

Shui Bing'er clasped her hands together, and her ice-blue soul ring suddenly lit up: "Even if you are the God of Asura, we will not back down!"

If a first-level god fighting a second-level god is like a father fighting his son, then by the same logic, a god-king fighting a first-level god is the same.

Even two first-level gods are no match for a god-king; they can only last a little longer.

Only a god who can combine the powers of the seven elements or the seven deadly sins could possibly harm a god of a higher rank.

But they were currently in the Douluo Continent, where could they find the remaining elemental gods for Shui Bing'er and the others? Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, their resolve unspoken. Shui Bing'er gritted her teeth, her hands rapidly forming hand seals in front of her chest, icy blue soul power flowing from her fingertips, forming complex runes. Her voice was low and firm: "Zhu Zhuqing, we must hold on to the very end!"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, fiery red spirit rings gleaming behind her. A flaming spear danced in her hand, the intense heat and icy power intertwining to create a strange balance. Her gaze was fixed on Tang San, showing no sign of backing down.

Just then, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the sky, followed by a purple lightning bolt that ripped through the sky and struck straight down.

"Oh? Do you all want to die today?"

A woman shrouded in dark purple armor suddenly appeared and stood in front of Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Bibi Dong, you've come at the right time!" Tang San laughed loudly. "I was originally planning to deal with your Spirit Hall after defeating the Heaven Dou Empire, but I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep. I suppose that once you're dead, no one in the Spirit Hall will be my match, right?"

After Tang San inherited the position of the Asura God, he learned that the Spirit Hall had a long-worshipped deity, the Angel God.

However, that god was arrogant and looked down on everyone in the divine realm, and was stripped of his divine position by the original Asura God.

This has resulted in the fact that the position of angel has no successor to this day.

This was what the Asura God told him in the inheritance; of course, Tang San didn't know the specific truth.

"You can try."

Bibi Dong laughed, her laughter was extremely sharp and gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Bibi Dong's laughter echoed across the battlefield, like a sharp knife piercing everyone's eardrums. Her figure slowly rose, purple light flowing around her, like venomous snakes coiling around her body. Her eyes were as black as ink, exuding a captivating and sinister aura.

"Bibi Dong, you are nothing but a wretched ant clinging to life. Today, I will show you the true power of the God-King!"

Bibi Dong's smile deepened. With a flick of her finger, a purple light blade instantly materialized and hurtled towards Tang San.

"Let's see if we can catch this move."

A purple blade of light sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a piercing whistle. Tang San frowned slightly, and with a sudden swing of his Asura Divine Sword, the dark red sword energy collided with the purple blade of light, producing a deafening roar. The shockwave from the explosion tore apart the surrounding air, instantly blasting a huge crater into the ground.

"Interesting. It seems you haven't wasted your time all these years."

"What do you know, kid? I spent a full twenty years on the inheritance of the Rakshasa God. Do you think I have such a supreme position in the Spirit Hall, that even Qian Daoliu doesn't dare to touch me easily? It's because he sensed the divine aura within me. If I hadn't been subtly absorbing the Rakshasa God's inheritance all along, would I have suffered so much?"

As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking, her figure vanished like a ghost, reappearing in front of Tang San. She suddenly stretched out her hand, purple light condensing at her fingertips into a gigantic demonic claw, aimed straight at Tang San's face.

Tang San reacted just as swiftly. He slightly shifted his body, and the Asura Divine Sword danced in an arc in his hand. The dark red sword energy clashed fiercely with the purple demonic claw in mid-air, erupting in dazzling sparks. Their powers intertwined in the air, creating a brief stalemate. (End of Chapter)