Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Order is for the public good, but trials are always mixed with some personal emotions.

The rotation of the sun and moon is like the opening and closing of a giant dragon's eyes, with righteous energy surging above, announcing the selection of a day to examine the unparalleled sins—a wrongful judgment.

A guillotine, seemingly formed from order, stood above the royal court.

Huo Yuhao, the God of Emotions, tried his best to weaken them in every way, but most of the people in this group were filled with hatred, and the rest were... ineffective.

Let's not even mention those soul fusion techniques. What's the point of a perfect match that's completely unrelated?

Just like Medusa's ability to petrify objects to help build the Terracotta Army, the fusion technique emphasizes mutual complementarity. After becoming a god, he also realized that perfect harmony comes from the harmonization of divine power. The Eye Scorpion and the Butterfly Hammer, in a real battle, cannot achieve the enormous improvement of the ancestor Netherworld White Tiger.

The world's best son-in-law, Dai Yuhao, chooses to take a desperate gamble, attempting to forcibly bind the chaotic emotions and threads of fate to Qian Gu Xing Ci, using a curse-killing technique he learned from his mentor.

Teacher, your abilities have been passed down...

The seven spirits, through generations of joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and despair, and the Eternal Eye, born from the Eye of Destiny, still possesses the abilities it once had.

In terms of spiritual realm, he should be the leader of the twelve divine kings, and he has the hope of being able to surpass them by focusing his mind, but as for the elusive fortune, we still have to try to know.

However, looking back on his past experiences, Dai Yuhao believes he is no less capable than any other god.

The threads of fate that he had once held in his mind as delicate, obedient, and under his control suddenly began to tremble violently.

At the edge of the pitch-black depths of consciousness, a faint yet supremely noble purple light slowly began to illuminate.

The celestial destiny rooted in fate manifested deep within his soul, and in Huo Yuhao's mind, a star that reigned supreme above all others slowly emerged.

The price of spying came in a flash; bleeding from all seven orifices was merely the most basic punishment, and the nine divine halos symbolizing the God-King behind his head dissipated.

His realm has fallen to that of a God-King, and his divine position shows signs of shattering.

Life hanging by a thread...

The fall of Wang Ting's guillotine affected the trajectory of the entire starry sky, leading it to search for Tang San's fine head.

When the Asura Demon Sword touched, the baleful aura dissipated instantly. The divine artifact conveyed the understanding between the gods and kings, and at the same time, it became a container for the conflicting laws.

The crimson aura of defeat crumbled completely. The Asura Sword Spirit, seemingly disregarding life and death, was suppressed by its master.

"impossible……"

Tang San murmured softly, vaguely recalling the time when he hesitated about whether the Blue Silver Grass was worth cultivating.

The Sea God did not provide hands-on guidance for the later stages. If he had focused on cultivating the Asura God position after ascending to the God Realm, would the outcome have been different?

Unfortunately, the old Asura God forced his way into the divine position but left no further legacy...

He gritted his teeth and exhausted his source power, causing the remaining divine power to surge wildly as he tried to forcefully break through the suppression.

The Asura Purgatory devours light; every step an outsider takes will result in the killing of millions within the illusion, and in the dead of night, the souls of the dead will question their own consciences!

But Qian Gu Xing Ci simply stepped forward and calmly entered the realm of gods.

The realm of Zhongtian Ziwei will last for eternity; the area beneath the starry sky is his divine domain.

The chaotic and violent Asura Purgatory was gradually and forcibly subdued by the orderly stars.

Tang San's proud divine realm was like a thin mist meeting a gentle breeze, and in an instant it was on the verge of shattering.

The moment one loses their composure, their fighting ability instantly becomes vulnerable.

Qian Gu Xing Ci's gaze narrowed slightly, and the celestial stars condensed into a long sword of starlight, which then fell again.

This sword strike was executed calmly and patiently, but it also warned against arrogance and impetuosity!

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The clear starlight easily tore through the protective divine power and pierced through the chest.

The excruciating pain did not come; instead, a strong sense of being ripped away came over me.

Tang San clearly sensed that his dual divine positions as the Sea God and the Asura God were drifting away from him!

He staggered back half a step, and his once stable divine position began to crack and collapse wildly.

The starlight-filled hole in his chest could not be healed, and divine power was constantly leaking out of the gap.

"I devised a grand plan spanning ten thousand years, summoning the Abyss to help you maintain the ecological environment of Douluo Star... What's wrong with that!"

Tang San raised his eyes, roared in unwillingness, his veins bulging, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, the noble pride of the two gods as one was no longer visible.

It's unbelievable that such a young upstart could so easily overthrow it.

"Having the qualities of a tyrant is not a bad thing, but I hate having to have your cake and eat it too. Is it meaningful to talk about gains without considering the costs?"

And to use such a high-sounding pretext to engage in possession of another's body, haha, you really are quite something.

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled strangely, his smile chillingly cold.

Time passed quickly. Tang San's chaotic divine power went out of control, his two divine positions shattered inch by inch, cracks spread throughout his divine body, and his once supreme god-king body began to disintegrate.

The Trident of Poseidon lost its luster and drifted aimlessly in the starry sky; the bloodstains of the Asura Demon Sword dissipated, and the tarnished pearl was once again covered in dust.

The unique dual-god unity has come to an end.

Qian Gu Xing Ci raised his hand, and a wisp of soft starlight gently touched out, cleanly and decisively ending Tang San's soul.

The aura belonging to the sea god and the Asura god has vanished without a trace.

He left behind the Shura Sword Sheath, its face covered in blood, and opened his arms, desperately trying to embrace a few wisps of ashes.

The remaining five wounded god-kings stood silently, watching the divine radiance dissipate across the sky, their fighting spirit waning and their spirits low.

They finally realized that the old era had come to an end.

The Heavenly Emperor Tianhen bowed his head respectfully: "We are willing to abandon the old system and enter the realm of gods."

Too many god-kings have fallen, which is not a good thing. Since they have submitted, they should offer substantial loyalty in order to survive.

……

The dragon-shaped pattern on the throne meanders along the armrests and backrest, its carvings shimmering in the sunlight. At the top of the backrest sits an ancient dragon head with outstretched wings, its horns as sharp as cold jade.

"My Queen, your return has already set the stage for chaos in the harem..."

Gu Yue sat high on the throne, exuding an imperial aura while also displaying a touch of indulgence.

"Hmm? Your harem?" Qian Gu Xing Ci tilted his head.

"Then banish him to the cold palace, so he won't have to be intimate with other women."

Di Tian, ​​who succeeded as the Dark Dragon King, rushed into the hall and knelt on one knee. "My lord, two promising young talents of my Dragon Clan have ascended from Douluo Star."

A young man was dressed in nine-colored armor, accompanied by a woman of ordinary appearance...