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

Chapter 249 The Prophecy Comes True
Dai Huabin's death also confirmed Xia Die's prophecy.

【Your twins, one day, golden radiance will be a delusion, placing you between heaven and earth. One tainted by it will become a demon, the other a warrior. The day of your coronation will also be the final chapter of your destiny. When you meet again on the other shore, the wheel of fate will turn. The undercurrents of the Styx will extinguish this glory, and eternal silence will devour the roar.】

When the halberds are broken and the Asura's brilliance fades, only the whisper of death will be your final echo.

This corresponds to one of the prophecies, which mentions devouring, and it is just like that.

As for Dai Yueheng, he will probably die by Xia Die's blade soon.

At this moment, the entire sky of Douluo Continent was shrouded in this power, completely covered by the force of death.

He stared coldly at Zhongli Wu and the others who were breaking into the prison.

An extremely terrifying aura appeared before all the evil spirit masters; it was a power emanating from the "End".

A terrifying vortex of annihilation descended upon all things; in just a moment, the evil spirit masters who were near the vortex were reduced to dust.

The Holy Spirit Cult's experts suddenly staggered, their appearance completely different from their previous fierce and arrogant demeanor, a stark contrast.

Zhongli Wu's face suddenly darkened. He stared intently at the distorted black hole in space and shouted sharply, "Who is coming!"

"I send you off to those who yearn for death."

A clear, cold female voice, like thunder rumbling through the clouds, surged in from all directions. In the deep, deathly purple night, a second, bright, full moon slowly rose, its clear light spreading everywhere, illuminating the world with crystal clarity.

Beneath the solitary moon, a tall figure stood silently, looking down over the chaotic battlefield.

"Since you're here, stay a while longer. When the west wind has finally blown away, it will send you on your way."

Xia Die stood before them, her scythe radiating an aura of extreme death; all power in the world was under her control.

A pair of purple eyes stared at each other, and both sensed death immediately.

Zhongli Wu's pupils dilated in surprise, and he asked in astonishment, "How could it be you?"

Zhongli Wu was leading his men, swaggering into the prison with an air of smug confidence. When he first saw someone blocking his way, he was dismissive, but when he recognized the person as Xia Die, his arrogance froze instantly, and an uncontrollable fear surged in his heart.

"You cannot escape today."

Xia Die's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a silver needle chilled to ice, piercing through the stench of blood and stabbing straight into everyone's eardrums.

Holding a sickle, he stands in front, raising it towards the sky.

A purple beam of light shot into the sky, its power of death terrifying beyond measure. The purple light transformed into countless blades, raining down from the sky, seemingly intent on burying these evil soul masters!
They simply couldn't withstand the attacks of the Butterfly.

Zhongli Wu dodged in time, but the others wouldn't be so lucky.

Some people's bodies exploded into a large spray of blood, and they fell straight down.

"Ah..."

"Offer me salvation"

"Master, save me..."

The cries of agony and the screams of the dying followers intertwined, weaving a desperate symphony soaked in blood. Zhongli Wu suddenly looked up and saw his men being dragged into a purgatory of blood and death in an instant—large numbers of elite evil soul masters fell one after another like wheat cut down by a scythe. Some were torn to pieces, while others turned into a cloud of blood mist amidst their shrill screams, leaving not even a trace of their remains.

They rampage and tyranny amidst the rampaging death blades.

The scythe unleashed a deathly light, destroying life force and spirit. With a single, elegant strike, a Zhongli family expert at the Soul Douluo level was cleaved in two, his body disintegrating into a bloody mass of light—an incomparably powerful force. A [Commander], having already become a [Star God], was far beyond their capabilities to contend with.

"Xia Die, you..."

"I don't want to waste any more time with you. Go back to the underworld, beyond the west wind, I will send you home."

I'll be waiting for you in the underworld.

In an instant, Xia Die unleashed a horizontal slash, shattering space and solidifying the void. A purple river gushed forth, like an inexhaustible galaxy, rushing towards the crowd.

"If you want to keep me here, then I'll test your abilities."

Summoning a gigantic bone dragon king over a hundred meters long, he could no longer conceal his strength and unleashed the power of the Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul, transforming into a black shadow.

His aura was comparable to that of a demigod, and he brandished his scepter, piercing through a space as he attempted to retreat remotely.

The space of this world has long been sealed away by the Butterfly.

space.

Unbreakable.

"How can it be."

"Don't waste your energy. This space is sealed off by me, and the spatial rift cannot be severed."

Zhongli Wu's face was ashen. The Bone Dragon King beneath his feet suddenly raised its head, its giant wings flapped violently, and its body expanded at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. The illusory shadow floating behind it gradually merged with its body, and finally, the man and the Bone Dragon King became one, turning into a black shadow and merging into the deep night.

At the same time, the scepter in his hand suddenly transformed, instantly unfolding into a giant scythe. The ten-meter-long blade gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could cleave through the barrier of space with a slight swing.

Having completed his transformation into a human-dragon hybrid, Zhongli Wu soared into the sky, raising his death-like giant scythe high and slashing fiercely at the Styx River.

"what!"

The waters of the Styx are not something anyone can withstand; this water can melt everything, so it's no wonder the Bone Dragon King was affected.

The Nether Sea swallowed up the Sun and Moon Prison. There weren't many people here, and she had already transferred the Soul Masters away, so she could use this move with confidence.

Xia Die did not use her full strength; dealing with a Limit Douluo was not enough to make her unleash her full power.

From the sea of ​​the dead came the mournful screams of Zhongliwu, and skeletons floated out of the River Styx.

Those were all the strongest beings brought by Zhongli Wu. Their life force was swallowed up by the Styx River, but their souls were sent to the Underworld. After three seconds, these corpses melted and became part of the Styx River.

However, Zhongliwu did not perish!
Xia Die's gaze shifted instantly, locking onto a corner of the night sky. A calm smile played on her lips as she raised her voice and shouted:
"Long Xiaoyao, you Dark Holy Dragon, do you really have to associate with this Holy Spirit Cult?!"

On a rooftop, Long Xiaoyao's tall figure strode out. He carried Zhongli Wu in one hand—the latter's body was almost completely rotten, and the exposed white bones gleamed coldly in the moonlight, making him look extremely pitiful.

The silver-haired elder, Long Xiaoyao, glanced down at the dying Zhongli Wu in his hand before slowly raising his head to look at Xia Die. He let out a long sigh, tinged with complex emotions: "Your severe injury just now has rendered him practically a cripple. Let's call it quits for today and let him go, shall we?"

"Let him go? Do you have the right?" Xia Die's voice was as cold as ice. "According to your plan, you were supposed to set off a huge explosion in Mingdu. It's just that someone brought it all forward."

A demigod Douluo is no match for Xia Die.

(End of this chapter)