Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

Chapter 199 The Abyss Saint King Descends, Qin Heng Accepts the Challenge

The southern part of the Star Luo Empire, a desolate wasteland.

This wasteland was once one of the most fertile grain-producing areas in the Star Luo Empire, with more than a dozen villages and three towns scattered within a radius of hundreds of miles.

But after the Abyss invaded six months ago, all the villages and towns here were abandoned. Fertile farmland was corroded by the Abyss mist into barren, scorched earth, and clear rivers turned into stagnant, purplish-black water that emitted a foul stench.

The three abyssal passages, like three giant eyes, are embedded in three different locations in the wasteland. Dark purple mist continuously pours out of the passages, dyeing the entire sky a dark purple.

Qin Heng's figure appeared in the sky above the wasteland. He looked down at the three abyss passages below. Grayish-white chaotic divine power slowly flowed around him, exuding a supreme aura that encompassed all things and transcended everything.

Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and Electrolux floated behind him, each releasing their own aura.

The abyssal creatures surrounding the abyssal passage sensed this oppressive force, raised their heads, and let out terrified roars.

Although they were intellectually inferior, their instincts told them that each of the four beings in the sky possessed the power to easily crush them.

Qin Heng raised his right hand, and grayish-white chaotic divine power condensed in his palm, transforming into three fist-sized Tai Chi balls.

The Tai Chi ball rotates slowly, where ice and fire, light and darkness, life and death—three completely opposite forces—perfectly blend together, emitting a heart-pounding fluctuation.

"Go." Qin Heng gave a light shout, and three Tai Chi balls flew out at the same time, shooting towards the three abyss passages respectively.

The first Tai Chi ball fell into the abyss passage to the north, and a grayish-white light suddenly burst forth.

Chaotic divine power surged into the depths of the passage like a flood bursting its banks. Wherever it passed, the abyssal mist evaporated instantly, abyssal creatures turned to dust, and the spatial barriers at the edge of the passage shattered inch by inch under the erosion of the chaotic divine power.

The second Tai Chi ball fell into the abyss passage to the east, with the same light and the same destruction.

The Abyss Legion deep within the passage didn't even have time to scream before being crushed to ashes by the power of the Chaos God.

The third Tai Chi ball fell into the abyss passage to the west, and this time the commotion was even greater than the previous two.

That passage was the largest of the three, and the Abyss Saint King had poured a large amount of Abyss Origin Power into it.

The Tai Chi ball collided head-on with the source of the abyss, unleashing a deafening roar.

The grayish-white light intertwined with the purplish-black mist, forming a massive energy vortex that engulfed everything around it.

The three abyss passages were destroyed simultaneously.

Three enormous craters, each over 100 meters in diameter, appeared on the wasteland. The rocks at the edges of the craters had melted into glassy crystals under high temperatures, reflecting a grayish-white light.

The fog in the abyss dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, revealing the long-lost blue sky.

He withdrew his hand and calmly looked towards the center of the wasteland. In his perception, an even more terrifying aura was gathering there. It was the primordial power of the abyss plane, which was being forcibly gathered together by some force, attempting to tear apart the spatial barrier and open a passage large enough.

The Abyss Saint Lord has arrived.

In the center of the wasteland, space suddenly distorted.

A crack appeared out of nowhere, initially only as thin as a hair, but in an instant it expanded to be hundreds of meters wide.

The spatial barrier at the edge of the crack hissed like metal corroded by strong acid, and the purplish-black abyssal primal power gushed out of the crack like a fountain, dyeing half the sky dark purple.

A massive figure stepped out of the crack first.

It was a giant abyssal creature over fifty meters long, resembling a longhorn beetle magnified countless times. It had six thick limbs, each end of which was covered with sharp bone spikes. Its back was covered with a thick, dark purple carapace, the surface of which was covered with sharp thorns.

It was none other than the Tenth Abyss Emperor, the Heavenly Bull Emperor.

Its strength ranks tenth among the 108 emperors of the Abyss, and its cultivation has reached the level of a quasi-god.

But at this moment, this powerful emperor who once dominated the abyss plane lowered his head like the most docile mount, his six limbs bent and kneeling, respectfully pressing his back, covered with thick armor, to the ground.

A figure dressed in a black robe slowly descended from the back of the Heavenly Bull Emperor. In his right hand, he held a pitch-black halberd, its body shrouded in purplish-black mist, from which the wails of countless wronged souls could be faintly heard.

Behind the Abyss Saint King, eight figures emerged one after another from the spatial rift.

Each of them possessed an aura powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world; each of them was a supreme being in the Abyss Plane, second only to the Holy Monarch.

Leading the way was a man wearing a purple robe.

His face was so exquisite it was almost otherworldly, his skin was as white as snow, and his long silver hair reached his waist, with a faint purple glow at the ends.

His eyes were vertical pupils, with deep purple irises, like two purple gems set in their sockets.

What is most striking is the faint purple mist surrounding him. This is not ordinary abyssal mist, but spiritual mist condensed from pure spiritual power. Each wisp of mist contains terrifying power that is enough to cause a Title Douluo to mentally collapse.

This is the second-level Abyss Emperor, the Spirit Emperor. Unlike the Spirit Emperor in the original story, the Spirit Emperor in front of us has already reached the level of a second-level god.

His appearance was also completely different from that of the Spirit Emperor in the original work. The Spirit Emperor in the original work was the patriarch of the Abyss Spirit Dragon clan, and his appearance was more...

Approaching the dragon race, the Spirit Emperor before him, though also a member of the Abyss Dragon race, had completely transformed into human form, with only his vertical pupils and the purple glow at the tips of his hair retaining the characteristics of an Abyss Dragon.

Clearly, this Spirit Emperor is not the one from the original story, but rather a more ancient and powerful being from the Abyss Spirit Dragon clan.

Behind Emperor Ling was Emperor Lie, the third-level emperor.

The fourth-level Emperor, Modi, is shaped like a moving black mountain.

The fifth-level Emperor, the Scythe King, is the most ferocious of the eight emperors. His body is slender and long, and his limbs are not hands and feet, but four huge bone scythes. His head is triangular, without eyes, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth.

The sixth level is Emperor Zhi, the seventh level is Emperor Hua, the eighth level is Emperor Feng, and the ninth level is Emperor Hei.

Each of the eight emperors is a supreme being in the Abyss Plane, second only to the Holy Emperor.

Their auras converged, forming a terrifying pressure that could make the entire wasteland tremble.

After the Abyss Saint King dismounted from the Heavenly Bull Emperor's back, he did not act immediately.

He stood still, his purple eyes slightly narrowed, his divine sense spreading out in all directions like invisible tentacles, carefully sensing the situation on the Douluo Continent.

After a moment, he spoke.

"Emperor Ling".

Emperor Ling stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, please give your orders."

"I sense the presence of the Demon Plane." The Abyss Saint's voice was deep and steady, like an echo from the deepest part of the abyss. "The ruler of the Demon Plane should be there. Go and kill him, and reclaim the Demon Plane."

A glint of purple light flashed in Emperor Ling's vertical pupils, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "As you command."

He straightened up and looked in the direction the Abyss Saint Lord had pointed.

That direction leads directly to the Demon Forest, where the Demon Dimension portal is located.

Without asking any further questions, Emperor Ling transformed into a streak of purple light and flew towards the Demon Forest.

The Abyss Saint King withdrew his gaze and looked at the remaining seven emperors.

"That female deity with ice attributes is yours." His tone was as calm as if he were assigning a trivial task. "Her strength is between a priest and a third-level god. The seven of you working together should be enough to deal with her. Remember, you don't need to kill her head-on. Just hold her off. Once I've dealt with the strongest person on Douluo Continent, I'll naturally come to take care of her."

"Yes, sir!" The seven emperors responded in unison, transforming into eight beams of light of different colors and flying towards the Snow Emperor's location.

Guided by the divine sense of the Abyss Saint King, they have already located the Snow Emperor's position.

After all the Abyss Emperors left, only the Abyss Saint King remained on the wasteland.

The Heavenly Bull Emperor remained prostrate on the ground, his enormous body resembling a small mountain.

The Abyss Saint Lord did not let it leave, and it dared not move. It could only lie there quietly, its compound eyes reflecting the Abyss Saint Lord's back.

The Abyss Saint Lord planted the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd in the ground beside him, put his hands behind his back, and calmly gazed into the distance with his purple eyes.

He was waiting, waiting for the arrival of the strongest person on the Douluo Continent.

He knew that the gray-robed youth would definitely come.

At their level, battles no longer require unnecessary probing or scheming; both sides are aware of each other's existence and know that this battle is inevitable.

Instead of wasting time on pointless tactics, let's face it head-on and let our strength speak for itself.

Time passed second by second, the wind on the wasteland gradually stopped, and a depressing silence filled the air.

The compound eyes of the Heavenly Bull Emperor darted around uneasily, its instincts telling it that something extremely terrifying was approaching.

But it sensed nothing—no aura, no oppressive force, no energy fluctuations. This bizarre contrast sent its instincts into a frantic alarm, yet it dared not utter a single movement.

The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air ten meters in front of the Abyss Saint King.

There were no signs, no spatial fluctuations, and not even any energy ripples.

That person appeared in the Abyss Saint King's field of vision as if he had always been standing there.

He wore a gray robe, had black hair, and looked excessively young, appearing to be no more than twenty years old.

He had no aura of a powerful being, no divine power fluctuations, no oppressive aura, and not even soul power fluctuations.

He was just an ordinary young man; no one would give him a second glance if he walked down the streets of Mingdu.

But the Abyss Saint King's expression froze the moment he saw the young man.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in his usually calm, abyss-like purple eyes.

Because he couldn't sense the cultivation level of the person in front of him.

In his perception, the person in front of him was an ordinary person, without soul power, divine power, or any energy fluctuations.

But could an ordinary person appear before him out of thin air? Could an ordinary person remain unfazed by the oppressive aura of the Abyss Saint? After destroying three abyssal passages and annihilating the demon plane, would an ordinary person still dare to face him alone?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Therefore, there is only one explanation: the person in front of him is stronger than him, much stronger.

The Abyss Saint King's expression turned somewhat ugly.

He gripped the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd beside him tightly; the purplish-black mist on the halberd surged violently, emitting a series of low, resonant hums.

The Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd also sensed its master's unease. This divine weapon had fought countless battles in the hands of the Abyss Saint King for many years and had never reacted in this way before.

Qin Heng watched the changing expressions on the Abyss Saint's face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "I'll give you the chance to make the first move."

The Abyss Saint's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Go ahead and attack." Qin Heng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the Abyss Saint King's ears. Every word struck his soul like a heavy hammer. "If I'm allowed to make the first move..."

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Qin Heng paused, then his smile widened: "You'll be instantly killed."

"Arrogant!"

The Abyss Saint King roared, his purple eyes blazing with unprecedented fury.

He is the ruler of the Abyss Plane, the supreme being who has devoured countless planes, and an unparalleled powerhouse wielding the super artifact Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, whose combat power is close to that of a half-step God King.

For hundreds of thousands of years, no one has ever dared to speak to him in such a tone, and no one has ever dared to say the word "instant kill" so casually in front of him.

The Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd emitted a deafening hum in his hand, and the purplish-black mist on the halberd suddenly erupted, transforming into a dark purple pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The Abyss Saint King's figure was like a black lightning bolt, instantly traversing a distance of ten meters and appearing above Qin Heng's head.

He gripped the halberd handle with both hands, pouring all his divine power into this strike. The Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, with the power to tear apart heaven and earth, slashed down fiercely at Qin Heng's head.

This single strike embodies the killing principles accumulated by the Abyss Saint King over hundreds of thousands of years of conquest.

Wherever the halberd blade passed, space split open to both sides like a piece of cloth being cut, revealing dark void cracks.

The ground on the wasteland suddenly sank several meters under the pressure of this halberd. The Heavenly Bull Emperor, who was lying prostrate on the ground, was swept by the aftershock. His huge body, which was fifty meters long, was blown away like a leaf in a gale and crashed heavily onto the ground hundreds of meters away. Cracks appeared all over his hard carapace.

However, faced with this devastating blow, Qin Heng simply raised his right hand slowly.

His movements were slow, even leisurely, as if he were reaching out to catch a leaf falling from a tree.

His right hand showed no divine light or energy fluctuations; it was just an ordinary palm.

Then, that hand steadily caught the blade of the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd.

A deafening roar echoed across the wasteland. Centered on the two individuals, a terrifying shockwave spread outwards in all directions, uprooting the ground within a radius of several thousand meters.

Rocks, soil, abyssal mist—everything was reduced to dust under the crushing force of the shockwave.

The Heavenly Bull Emperor was thrown into the air once again, this time flying thousands of meters away and crashing into the ground, creating a huge crater. Four of its six limbs were broken, and half of its compound eyes were shattered. It lay at the bottom of the crater, barely alive.

But Qin Heng stood still, without moving an inch.

His right hand gripped the blade of the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd as if it were a light, flimsy tree branch.

The serrated edges of the halberd, sharp enough to tear through space, didn't even scratch the skin of his palm. The purplish-black abyssal mist surged wildly, attempting to corrode his hand, but was instantly evaporated upon contact with the chaotic divine power.

Qin Heng raised his head, looking at the Abyss Saint Lord who was so close to him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"this one?"