Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, a Counterattack Against the Dragon God

Chapter 71 is in hand! The Trident of Poseidon, the Asura Sword, the Godhood of Slaughter, and the Godhood of Poseidon!

"Is this... your limit?"

Yu Jingcheng's indifferent voice pierced through the energy storm and resounded clearly in the ears of the two.

The next moment, Yu Jingcheng slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed down.

"Kneel down."

Rumble——!
The world seemed to turn upside down.

The boundless power of the sun god condensed in the air, transforming into a giant golden hand that blotted out the sky and the sun, and slammed down with a terrifying force that could suppress all ages!
There is no suspense.

Having just unleashed their full potential, Tang Chen and Poseidon were like two tiny ants under this giant golden hand.

They couldn't even scream before this irresistible force slammed them down from mid-air and crushed them onto the shattered ground of Poseidon Island!
"puff!"

Both of them coughed up a mouthful of golden divine blood, their bones seemed to shatter, and they could no longer move an inch.

“Buzz——!!”

The Asura Demon Sword and the Trident of the Sea God seemed to sense their master's danger and burst forth with dazzling light in an attempt to protect him.

"Noisy."

Yu Jingcheng frowned slightly, the golden hand that had been suppressing the two of them had not dissipated.

Instead, it split into two solid golden beams, like two golden chains binding azure dragons, instantly entangling the two divine artifacts.

sizzle-

Under the domineering erosion of the sun god's power, the killing aura on the Asura Demon Sword and the ocean power on the trident of the sea god quickly dissipated.

Two super artifacts that symbolized invincibility on the Douluo Continent were now like venomous snakes whose vital points had been pinched, wailing as they were forcibly sucked into the air by that golden hand.

In the end, it landed safely in Yu Jingcheng's hands.

Yu Jingcheng held a halberd in his left hand and a sword in his right, feeling the resistance emanating from them, and a golden light flashed in his palm.

The original divine imprints were instantly erased, and the two artifacts fell silent, becoming as still as inanimate objects.

After doing all this, he slowly lowered his body and hovered in front of Tang Chen and Poseidon, who were being suppressed.

Yu Jingcheng looked down at them with the indifferent gaze of an emperor judging all living beings, his gaze sweeping over their disheveled faces.

"I will give you a chance."

Yu Jingcheng's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it was filled with an undeniable authority.

"Voluntarily hand over the positions of Asura God and Sea God, and erase the last trace of your connection with these two divine artifacts."

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with unyielding anger. He was about to utter a curse when Yu Jingcheng's next words choked him up.

"If you do as I say, I will spare your lives."

Yu Jingcheng toyed with the Asura Demon Sword in his hand and said casually:
"Not only that, I can also allow the inheritance of Seagod Island and the inheritance of Haotian Sect to continue to exist."

"What I desire is only divine status and divine artifacts; I have little interest in the lives of ants like you."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

This is not merely a choice between life and death, but also a consideration of dignity and legacy.

Tang Chen's body trembled violently. He was once one of the three invincible beings in Douluo Continent, and is now the God of Slaughter.

Making him surrender without a fight, relinquish his divine position, and live on is more painful than killing him!

Tang Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and the last bit of divine power in his body was surging wildly. He wanted to self-destruct his soul, even if it meant death, he wanted to splatter his opponent with blood!

"Tang Chen..."

Just then, a weak yet gentle call froze Tang Chen's impending outburst of madness. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Poseidon beside him.

This once noble and elegant high priest of the sea god now had disheveled hair, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak.

But in her eyes, there was no fear of death, only a deep longing and worry for him.

Tang Chen's heart trembled violently.

He is not afraid of death.

But he feared Poseidon's death.

If he were to choose mutual destruction at this moment, even if he could not harm this terrifying man in the slightest, Poseidon would surely die.

Moreover, the countless creatures on Poseidon Island, as well as his proud Haotian Sect, would likely be annihilated in an instant because of that man's "backbone."

The crimson flames in Tang Chen's eyes gradually died out under Poseidon's gentle gaze.

Looking at that unforgettable face, and at her frail and weak appearance, his unyielding pride finally turned into a long sigh filled with bitterness and helplessness.

For her, for the sect...

Tang Chen closed his eyes, two lines of bloody tears sliding down his cheeks, and his clenched fists finally loosened helplessly.

"We... admit defeat."

These four simple words seemed to have exhausted all of Tang Chen's strength.

The moment he uttered those words, Tang Chen seemed to age ten years in an instant, and his once straight spine bent limply.

Poseidon had tears in her eyes, but she didn't complain at all.

She reached out her trembling hand and tightly grasped Tang Chen's rough, large hand, silently conveying her final comfort.

Having made their decision, the two no longer hesitated.

Tang Chen took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, and began to actively sever his connection with the original divine position of the God of Slaughter.

A ball of crimson light, filled with an aura of extreme killing intent, slowly emerged from between his eyebrows.

At the same time, Poseidon closed her eyes, and a deep blue light flowed around her. It was the core essence of the sea god's position, carrying the vastness and majesty of the sea, and was being drawn away from her body bit by bit.

As the two orbs of divine light completely detached from their bodies, their auras began to plummet wildly!
Peak Level One God... Level Two God... Level Three God... Priest...

boom!
The divine barrier has been shattered.

Level 99 Peerless Douluo... Level 95 Super Douluo... Level 90 Titled Douluo...

The speed of the fall was astonishing, and the cruelty was chilling.

The eternal youth and endless vitality that originally belonged to the gods quickly dissipated with the departure of their divine positions.

Tang Chen's once jet-black temples instantly turned frosty white, and Poseidon's firm, jade-like skin lost its divine luster.

Finally, their auras abruptly ceased the moment they dropped below level ninety.

Level 89, Contra.

This is their current level of achievement.

Moreover, they could clearly feel that their meridians and soul cores were locked by some supreme rule, and no matter how they cultivated, they would be stuck there for life, with no possibility of making any further progress.

"puff……"

The sharp drop in their cultivation level resulted in extreme physical weakness. The two coughed up blood again and collapsed onto the broken ground, looking like two ordinary old people in their twilight years.

In mid-air, Yu Jingcheng looked at the two orbs of divine essence, one red and one blue, floating in front of him, and a hint of satisfaction finally appeared on his indifferent face.

(End of this chapter)