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

Chapter 248 The Sun and Moon Lose Their Light, Mingdu Explodes

Meanwhile, deep within the warehouse, a blood-red figure activated a timed bomb soul tool and then vanished without a trace.

Three minutes later, the earth suddenly trembled and roared.

Although it was nearly dawn, most people were awakened by the earth-shattering commotion. Before the shockwave had even fully subsided, residential buildings in that direction had instantly exploded and collapsed. Large swathes of buildings began to sink, and billowing dust rose like giant waves, a massive mushroom cloud slowly rising into the sky. In an instant, that area became a disaster zone, even titled Douluo were shocked and terrified by the terrifying impact.

Mingdu is a megacity with a permanent population of over 20 million. Adding the participants and spectators from all over the world who came for this Soul Battle Tournament, the total population has exceeded 30 million. However, this once-prosperous metropolis, a benchmark of the continent, now has a third of its area completely submerged!
The entire city of Mingdu was groaning and collapsing. For the indigenous people who had lived there for generations, this day was undoubtedly an apocalyptic day with no sun or moon and the sky darkened.

The piercing cries and the roar of collapsing buildings intertwined to form a symphony of despair. The once bustling streets were reduced to ruins, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and blood. Even the faint light of dawn was obscured by the thick smoke and dust, as if the whole world had been dragged into endless darkness.

Xia Die looked at Mingdu. Although her non-existence would not cause the Mingdu explosion, it still triggered it.

As the butterfly gently lifted itself in mid-air, time seemed to stand still.

Almost instantly, the terrifying explosion was separated.

The sky was covered in purple light, creating a sense of oppression.

Before the [God of Death] of the Xia Die, the speed at which evil soul masters could unleash their souls was utterly inadequate compared to this former [God of Death].

"His Majesty the Holy Emperor has ordered that the space teleportation array be activated in the next few days. How are the preparations going?"

Feng Ling's face was bitter as she bowed and replied, "Master, we have never dealt with this before. We have only prepared the materials. The Supreme Master and the Nether Thunder Douluo are personally overseeing the operation, but it will still take several days to complete." Zhongli Wu waved his hand, his tone even more somber: "What about the progress of the Blood River God-Slaying Array? The Holy Emperor has repeatedly urged us to speed it up."

Wu Yun scratched his head, looking troubled: "Master, this great formation requires the souls of millions as a catalyst, but our Holy Spirit Sect's reserves are really insufficient."

"Not enough?" Zhongli Wu glared. "Didn't I already tell you to exterminate the entire clan of the Douling Empire's nobles, including their slaves, to make up the numbers? How much more is still missing?" He sighed inwardly at the troublesome situation. The Holy Spirit Sect's killing speed couldn't even keep up with the Holy Emperor's needs; they were truly useless.

"Master, with the explosion of Mingdu, all the living souls were trapped and cannot be moved at all," Wuyun hurriedly explained. "We didn't know we needed so many when we started. The brothers divided some among themselves, and now the great formation is still short... three million." He held up three fingers and said, "How about we go to the Douling Empire now and start a few more massacres? Slaughter off the remaining nobles and capture some civilians to make up the numbers?"

"The remaining nobles aren't enough. As for the commoners," Zhongli Wu frowned, "we still need them to offer their faith to the Holy Emperor." He pondered for a moment, a fierce glint in his eyes, "This sect leader knows where to find more. Let's go while the chaos is still raging!"

Inside the Mingdu Prison, Zhongli Wu's maniacal laughter echoed through the cells. A dark mass of Holy Spirit Cult experts surged forward like a tidal wave, clashing instantly with the several level-nine Soul Masters guarding the prison. The roar of Soul Guidance Cannons and the flashing light of Soul Power intertwined. After several exchanges, the guards were already overwhelmed, forced to retreat repeatedly by the enemy's fierce offensive, their defensive line teetering on the brink of collapse.

Those imprisoned here are all members of the Haotian Sect—except for Tang Wutong.

It was Dai Huabin who caused the Mingdu explosion by creating the Asura God position ahead of schedule, but they were not without a way to deal with it.

Xia Die went to deal with the evil spirit master.

Dai Huabin had only recently become an evil soul master when he was surrounded by the Golden Descendants.

Not long after becoming the Asura God, he faced his doomsday destruction.

They wanted to withstand one messenger and three demigods.

That's practically impossible.

Wan Di stared at Dai Huabin and said coldly, "Kid, you're pretty fast."

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Dai Huabin said to Wan Di. Bolysia didn't hear a word he said, only showing slight surprise.

I don't know what courage I have to speak of.

After saying that, they attacked together.

Behind Dai Huabin, a blood-red halo emitted an extreme killing intent, staining the sky crimson.

The power of the Asura God erupted, sweeping across the area with unparalleled force.

"It doesn't seem that powerful." Di'an looked at the killing intent and felt it was too weak.

Then, Tian pulled out an oval-shaped object from somewhere. He had never seen it before, but it must be some kind of weapon.

"Bang!" The weapon was thrown by the girl, but Dai Huabin didn't take such a weak attack seriously at all.

He didn't even try to dodge, letting the thing crash into him.

But the next scene unfolded as the thing crashed into him, and a burst of intense heat instantly engulfed his entire body, rendering his timely defense futile.

The flames were even more violent and powerful than any flames they had ever seen before.

The shield was destroyed in less than a second and struck him directly.

"Hmph, this is the price of underestimating us."

"No...impossible..." Amidst the swirling black mist, Dai Huabin pressed his hand to his chest, his breath so weak it was almost nonexistent, his divine armor shattered, and crimson blood foam continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with disbelief.

As a dignified Asura God, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from this little girl. This is simply a fantasy, utterly absurd.

"Huh, he's still standing?" After the smoke cleared, Tian also showed some surprise as he looked at Dai Huabin, who was still standing.

"You! Turn all of you to ashes!"

Dai Huabin's roar was filled with a venomous killing intent; each word was like a bead of blood squeezed from between his teeth. Before he finished speaking, a blinding red light suddenly exploded behind him, as if gushing from the depths of the Netherworld, instantly tearing through the clouds and dyeing the entire sky a chilling crimson. In an instant, a chilling aura of death, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, swept out like a tsunami. The air was filled with the stench of rust and decay, and even the wind seemed frozen by this ferocity, emitting a mournful wail.

He threw his head back and let out a long, piercing roar that seemed to shatter metal and split stone. The roar was filled with the brutality and domineering power of an Asura, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Before the roar had even faded, his body had already transformed into a twisted streak of blood-red light, darting into the terrifying crimson glow in the sky like a serpent. The crimson light suddenly boiled and condensed, finally transforming into a massive, blood-red sword a thousand feet long. Countless illusory images of vengeful spirits flowed across the blade, and every inch of the blade emanated a terrifying pressure capable of shredding even the most powerful souls. With a world-destroying force, it slashed down upon Wan Di and the others.

"Divine Skill: Asura Blood Sword!"

The four words exploded like thunder, carrying an undeniable will to destroy. However, the next second, when the blood-red sword, powerful enough to cleave mountains, struck the scales of a purple dragon, it only produced a crisp "clang," as if a sharp blade had struck ancient black iron. The dragon's scales, covered in a dark purple sheen, didn't even leave a trace, nor did they tremble. The vengeful phantom on the blood-red sword collided with the dragon's scales and was instantly crushed into ashes by an invisible force.

The purple dragon named Polycia slowly lowered its head, its vertical pupils reflecting Dai Huabin's horrified face. The golden pupils remained completely still, as if merely touched by a speck of dust. She glanced indifferently at the frozen Dai Huabin in mid-air, then with a gentle flap of its massive wings, it slowly flew towards him, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. With each flap of its wings, the surrounding air was frozen by the purple-gold dragon's might, forming visible waves of air.

Before Dai Huabin could recover from the shock of the Blood Sword's failure, Polycia was already in front of him. She opened her enormous mouth, filled with sharp teeth, and brewed a deep purple dragon breath, a breath surging with destructive energy capable of corroding everything.

Before Dai Huabin could even let out a scream, he was completely swallowed by the deep purple dragon breath, along with his remaining divine sense and the blood sword that was about to disintegrate, all turning into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)