Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 221 The Golden Dragon Destroys the World
Di Qiu'er glanced at Xia Die beside her, her face expressionless, as calm as the calm before a storm. She sneered inwardly, "This guy has some nerve. The last person who dared to say something like that should be reporting for duty in the underworld long ago."

For Xia Die, even if others insulted her, she might not care too much; but if anyone dared to target her mother and sister, there would only be one outcome—she would send them directly to the underworld.

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Die's figure suddenly blurred, leaving only a blur. The next second, her hand was like an iron clamp pressing down on Xue Beng's nape, and with a little force, she slammed him hard to the ground, his cheeks slamming heavily against the cold bluestone slab with a dull thud.

But that wasn't all. Xia Die flashed again, appearing in front of him like a ghost, grabbing his collar and lifting him up. Then she raised her foot and kicked him hard in the stomach where he had just been hit.

"Ugh!" Avalanche cried out in pain, his body arching like a shrimp, cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes. The arrogance he had just been putting on was now completely gone.

"Someone! Surround them!" Despite the pain that trembled all over, Xue Beng still managed to roar out with all his might.

At his command, the guards surrounding Tiandou City immediately sprang into action, weapons in hand, and rushed forward. In no time, Xia Die and Di Qiu'er were surrounded by layers of guards, forming an impenetrable human wall.

Seeing this, Xia Die remained calm, as if the layers of guards in front of her were not worth mentioning at all.

Others may not know the details of the avalanche, but she sees it clearly.

After Qian Renxue poisoned the second and third princes of the Tiandou royal family, Emperor Xueye ordered Prince Xuexing to thoroughly investigate the matter. Prince Xuexing discovered from the clues that the two princes had been poisoned with the same poison when they died, and alarm bells immediately went off in his mind—the biggest beneficiary of this murder case was none other than the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe.

Unfortunately, Prince Xuexing had no concrete evidence. To save the life of the fourth prince, Xuebeng, he found Xuebeng and personally taught him how to survive. From then on, Xuebeng deliberately acted like a cynical and irresponsible person, behaving arrogantly and disdainfully, just like a typical spoiled royal.

All he did was to make the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe, think he was incompetent and posed no threat to the throne. It was precisely because of this that Xue Beng was able to survive the treacherous royal power struggles until now.

"She's quite pretty, but her methods are ruthless." Protected by the guards, Xue Beng regained some of his confidence. His gaze swept over Xia Die and Di Qiu'er, his tone flippant yet threatening, "Why don't you serve this prince from now on, and I'll guarantee you a life of comfort. Otherwise—"

He paused, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "Today I'll break your arms and legs, then sell you to the lowest of places, so you'll never be able to rise again!"

"Pfft-"

A soft sound suddenly pierced the air, so fast that no one had time to react.

The next second, the guards at the front row seemed to be crushed by an invisible force. Their bodies twisted into bizarre arcs, and before they could even scream, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Warm drops of blood splattered on the bluestone slab, instantly spreading into dark red spots, and a heavy, pungent stench filled the air.

The guards around him turned pale, their hands gripping their weapons trembling uncontrollably, and the encirclement involuntarily retreated half a foot.

And the one who started all this—Xia Die—was slowly retracting the hand she had just swung. Not a single drop of blood was on her fingertips, and her face remained calm, but the coldness in her eyes was as thick as ice that could not be melted. She walked forward step by step, her skirt sweeping across the ground with a slight rustling sound, each step feeling like stepping on the heartbeat of an avalanche.

Sunlight fell on her fair profile, a beautifully defined face, yet it made one's heart tighten. The guards who had just been about to step forward dared not move an inch, as if the person approaching was not a woman, but the Grim Reaper.

As Xia Die raised her hand, a scythe gleaming with a dark purple light appeared in her grasp, its blade flashing with a chilling light, pointing directly at Xue Beng. Her purple eyes were as calm as a deep pool, yet seemed to conceal a surging killing intent, fixed firmly on him.

“Your Excellency,” her voice was calm and composed, yet carried an undeniable resolve, “since you are unwilling to leave peacefully, then we will have no choice but to take you away physically.”

Xia Die's figure suddenly transformed into a dazzling purple light, carrying a chilling killing intent as she rushed straight towards the avalanche.

Just then, a longsword with a chilling gleam suddenly appeared in front, precisely blocking the sharp edge of the purple scythe. "Clang—" A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

However, under the immense force of the purple scythe, the Seven Kill Sword only lasted a moment before flying away with a thud, its blade crashing to the ground in the distance with a loud clang.

"Chen Xin?" Xia Die looked at the Seven Kill Sword that had been knocked away, her purple eyes filled with even more killing intent, and a cold smile appeared on her lips: "Since you want to die so badly, then I will grant your wish."

A white-haired man appeared here; it was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin. However, Chen Xin discovered that he could not sense any cultivation level from Xia Die, but she brought him an extremely strong sense of death.

The other one is the same.

Di Qiu'er remained silent, her gaze passing over the chaos before her and landing on the horizon. Compared to the entanglement below, the five figures suspended in the air were more concerning to her.

Since we're already here, and since we're going to make a move anyway, let's make it even bigger. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her aura subtly shifted. Though she hadn't made a move yet, she already exuded a chilling sense of readiness to join the battle at any moment.

Di Qiu'er finally spoke, her voice clear and sharp like the clash of jade stones, carrying an undeniable majesty that pierced through the noise: "Why don't you show yourselves, those of you hiding in the shadows? Since you are unwilling to come out on your own, then I will invite you out."

Di Qiu'er's appearance suddenly changed drastically. A dazzling golden divine armor covered her body, shimmering and radiant, as if forged from pure divine light; a pair of huge golden dragon wings slowly unfolded behind her, their scales and feathers distinct, each reflecting a dazzling luster; her originally long hair turned into a dazzling gold, moving without wind, exuding majesty.

She exuded an aura of supreme dominance, like a war empress descending to earth. Nine golden divine halos appeared behind her one after another, layer upon layer, radiating a suffocating pressure. In an instant, the entire sky was enveloped in golden light, a stark contrast to its previous tranquility. A power capable of destroying the world spread out, causing everything in the world to tremble.

Di Qiu'er had somehow found herself holding a Dragon God Spear, its blade shimmering with dazzling, multicolored light, as if it had gathered the boundless divine power of heaven and earth. A terrifying pressure surged forth from her, sweeping across the world like a tsunami, freezing the air wherever it passed.

Chen Xin's expression changed drastically. Even as a Title Douluo, he felt as if his bones were about to crack and his blood was churning in the face of this overwhelming power. He was suppressed in place and could not even move his fingers. His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

Everyone present, including Chen Xin who was pinned to the spot by the oppressive force, felt a surge of shock in their hearts.

Those nine golden divine rings, that world-destroying aura, that oppressive force that even titled Douluo couldn't move... all of this silently revealed an answer they once thought only existed in legends.

What they encountered was not an ordinary strongman, but—a god.

This realization struck everyone like a thunderbolt, freezing the guards who were still trying to struggle completely. Even the fear on Xue Beng's face froze, leaving only a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Di Qiu'er's gaze swept over the frozen guards and the pale-faced Xue Beng, her voice cold and devoid of warmth, as she spoke to Xia Die: "A Die, besides him, is there anything else that needs to be dealt with?"

Xia Die glanced up at the figures in the sky, their forms already revealed and their auras tense, her eyes flashing slightly. Then she looked away, turned to Di Qiu'er, and said in a calm tone, "Let's leave it at that for now. Just take him away."

With that, she flicked her wrist, putting away the purple scythe, and instead picked up the limp avalanche, who was already terrified and lying on the ground, as if she were carrying a trivial chick.

Before leaving, Xia Die's gaze swept over the crowd and landed precisely on Ning Fengzhi not far away. Her voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable resolve: "Ning Fengzhi, please tell him for me—there's no need to bother looking for him."

She paused, her grip on Avalanche tightening slightly, a murderous glint in her purple eyes: "He courted death, trespassing into the Eternal Holy City, attacking my mother, and hurling insults at her. Therefore, he is doomed."

Just as Xia Die and Di Qiu'er were about to leave with Xue Beng, a blinding blood-red sword aura suddenly tore through the sky without warning, carrying a ferocious aura that could destroy the world, and went straight for Di Qiu'er's back!
The sword energy was so condensed as to be almost tangible; wherever it passed, the air scorched and sizzled, and even the golden light in the sky seemed to be torn apart by this blood-red ferocity. Its speed was so fast that no one could react in time. However, facing this sharp blood-red sword energy, Xia Die didn't even turn her head; she merely glanced sideways, her purple eyes coldly sweeping over it.

In an instant, an invisible pressure surged toward the crimson sword energy like a tidal wave. The seemingly unstoppable sword energy seemed to have crashed into an invisible barrier, failing to even stir up the slightest ripple. Under her gaze, it quickly dimmed and dissipated like melting ice and snow, eventually vanishing completely into the air without leaving a trace.

The surrounding crowd was stunned. They felt that the attack was at a divine level, but she had shattered it with a single glance. Such strength was beyond their imagination.

"Who goes there?" Xia Die's voice was as cold as ice, her gaze sweeping like a sharp sword towards the direction from which the blood-red sword energy came, her purple eyes flashing with a cold light. Although the sword energy that she had shattered with a glance did not pose a real threat, it had already aroused the killing intent around her, and an invisible pressure permeated the air, as if interrogating the provocateur lurking in the shadows.

(End of this chapter)