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

Chapter 254 Battle Between Envoys

"If it is something you cannot do, you may not hinder it."

Xiadie said.

"Preservation," "Propagation," "Gluttony," "Destruction," "Immortality," "Purity," "Harmony," "Memory," "Hunting," "Pleasure," "Knowledge," "Nothingness," "Mystery," "Balance," "End," "Order," "Abundance"—you are that "Messenger"?

“You’re wrong,” Xia Die’s voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty, “There is still a ‘fate’—a ‘law’.”

The "Laws" transcend all destinies, regulating the birth and death of all things and the rotation of stars and rivers. Even the devouring of "greed" is within the framework of the "Laws".

The eighteen types of "destiny paths" are also within the influence of this "newly born destiny path".

"I've never heard of such a destiny before... Who exactly are you?"

Xia Die smiled slightly, her tone revealing a hint of sharpness for the first time: "I can be the 'Creator' of the 'Law' on this path of destiny."

Now that we are both "Commanders," don't you want to know the extent of the difference in our strength?

"court death!"

The Devourer's massive maw, splitting open to its neck, suddenly opened, its ring-shaped whiskers protruding outwards to reveal a swirling vortex of dark matter within its belly. In an instant, a spatial vortex with a diameter of ten thousand meters surged forth from its mouth, carrying a suction force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. Light, energy, and even debris along its path were twisted into spirals, swirling wildly toward Xiaodie and Polyces.

Polyces let out a deafening roar, its wings flapping violently, and the ghostly blue flames around it suddenly turned purple, erupting into a raging inferno. These purple flames were unlike ordinary fire; they crackled and popped upon touching the edge of the spatial vortex, managing to momentarily halt the all-consuming suction force. Where the flames collided with the vortex, space rippled like water, and even the power of gluttony sizzled and burned.

Just as the purple flames and the spatial vortex were locked in a stalemate, the butterfly fluttered.

She slightly turned her body, and a purple scythe appeared in her hand without her noticing. With a flick of her wrist, a crescent-shaped blade of light shot out, its trajectory simple yet carrying an irresistible majesty—wherever it passed, the air was split in two, and even the spatial folds at the edge of the Devouring Beast's ten-thousand-meter vortex were forcibly torn open with a straight crack.

This moon blade, untouched by any smoke or fire, seemed capable of severing all "existence": whether it be matter, energy, or even the spatial laws that the Devouring Beast was so proud of, they were all as fragile as paper before it.

Before the blade even arrived, the dark bronze carapace on the Devouring Beast's body trembled slightly, as if it were anticipating the excruciating pain of being cut.

Just as the moon blade was about to strike, the dark bronze armor surrounding the Devouring Beast suddenly crumbled, turning into a sky full of stardust. The ten-thousand-meter-long whale's body visibly shrank and reformed, and the pale purple stardust mist receded like a tide, revealing a towering figure.

In the blink of an eye, a purple-haired youth stood in the spot. He wore a black robe with dark patterns, and a few strands of faint blue light still lingered in his hair. His face was handsome but carried a cold and aloof air. Only the ring patterns that occasionally flashed deep in his eyes still bore traces of the Devouring Beast's original form.

The purple-haired youth's lips curled into a mocking smile, and the gluttonous power around him transformed into faint threads that coiled around him: "Give up." He looked up at Xia Die, the ring-shaped patterns in his eyes shifting with his words: "As long as there is even a trace of greed in this world—the thirst for power, the obsession with survival, the possession of all things... I will follow you like a shadow, and you can never be truly destroyed."

As his words fell, the dark vortex surrounding him suddenly expanded, frantically pulling together energy particles in the surrounding air. Even the tiny greed born of fear among the creatures of the distant Douluo Continent transformed into the surging power within him: "The creator of 'laws'? You can regulate all things, but you cannot extinguish the desires in the depths of the human heart."

"is it?"

As Xia Die's voice faded, the faint golden light around her suddenly spread, transforming into an invisible domain. Wherever the domain reached, the air seemed to solidify into a transparent barrier, and the gluttonous power around the Devouring Beast froze instantly like frozen water—the dark vortex that had condensed at its fingertips quietly dissipated, and even the greedy energy it tried to draw from its surroundings was blocked by an invisible filter, unable to enter its body at all.

The purple-haired youth's expression changed drastically. He instinctively tried to unleash his power, only to find that the Devouring Power, which he used to control with ease, was now completely unmoved. He looked down at his palm, his eyes flashing with disbelief and horror: "This... my power..."

“Within the realm of ‘Laws’,” Xia Die’s voice came from the center of the realm, as calm as the unchanging stars of antiquity, “all powers that exceed the norms will become ineffective. Greed may endure, but your power is determined by me.”

Just as the Devouring Beast was shocked and enraged by the sealing of its power, Xia Die's figure quietly changed.

Her original attire was removed, revealing a cascade of long purple hair that swayed gently with the invisible currents, its tips shimmering with tiny golden light. Behind her, a colorful halo slowly emerged, with red, blue, gold, green, and other colors intertwining and flowing. Each halo seemed to carry a law of heaven and earth, exuding a solemn and inviolable aura.

She wore a floor-length purple dress, the hem of which was embroidered with intricate star patterns that shimmered with light as she moved.

A thin veil covered half her face, revealing only her soft jawline and the gentle curve of her lips. Most striking was the white eye patch over her eyes, which concealed them but added to her mystique.

At this moment, Xia Die was so beautiful that she seemed to embody the most exquisite laws of the universe. Her long purple hair and skirt fluttered in the wind, as graceful as butterfly wings, and the colorful halo behind her cast a dreamlike silhouette around her.

The purple scythe in her hand, its blade gleaming with a warm luster, was no longer merely a weapon of slaughter; rather, it complemented her figure, like a butterfly's wing alighting on her fingertips, its beauty concealing an untouchable sharpness. The scabbard at her waist was simple yet elegant, holding a silver-white longsword resting quietly within. Tiny particles of light were inlaid along the scabbard's edge, like fragments of starlight, echoing the purple of the scythe and her long dress, yet balanced by the crisp, silvery-white sheen.

Killing a "Commander" is no easy task; once you kill one, it means you're going to war with the "Star God" behind them.

But so what if I killed him?

After all, whoever he was talking about wasn't a "Star God," and the way to kill Him was simple: turn His "fate" into His own "law," just like he had done with the "abundant" "Greedy Wolf" before.

Unfortunately, this is not the real "Greedy Envoy," but merely a "projection" of His power.

Even if you kill one, you can still rebuild.

(End of this chapter)