Under the erosion of the eerie power descending from the Nether God,
Luo Yu’s body burst into a brilliant golden light.
It tangled with the strange force.
The people of Douluo, who had been steeped in despair, now showed joy, as watching Luo Yu fight was too thrilling.
They thought that with each attack, he would fall prey to the enemy’s aggression, yet ti and again he displayed an extraordinary ability to cope, turning danger into safety.
And the Heavenly Monarchs of the Youming were full of shock, unable to help but express their astonishnt.
"How is this possible?"
"What technique is this guy using that he can withstand the power of the Nether God?"
"It’s impossible, the power of the Nether God doesn’t belong to any known attribute, nor is it Divine Spirit, it’s simply unstoppable, one can only resist with their own Qi Yun and fortune."
Moxin was also shocked.
When he used this move on others, they had no choice but to endure it.
If the opponent resisted with their Qi Yun, then after performing the Three Bows to the Nether God, he would beco a lamb to the slaughter, without any power to fight back.
But since he started his journey, except for his defeat at the hands of Mo He, he hadn’t been beaten.
Never had anyone else been able to endure his three bows.
He stared wide-eyed in Luo Yu’s direction.
"On what grounds, what is this guy relying on to withstand the power of the Nether God?"
"Boom!"
Streams of golden light surged out from Luo Yu’s body, the radiant glow dispelling the Darkness, forcing out all the Nether God’s power within him.
The Heavenly Monarchs were dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
And Moxin voiced his confusion.
"What is that golden light? What power is it?"
"Why can it block my Nether God’s power?"
"Guess?"
Luo Yu revealed a genial smile, and such a reply directly infuriated Moxin and the others.
Seeing their frustrated and aggrieved expressions, Luo Yu felt hesitant inside.
The adversary clearly ca from a powerful star domain, so why couldn’t they even recognize the rit Golden Light?
Yes, these golden lights were his reward for saving Soul Land, and besides looking particularly spectacular, they didn’t seem to have much practical use.
But this ti, they proved enormously effective.
They could actually effectively block the power of the Nether God.
Thinking of this, Luo Yu suddenly understood that the You Ming Sacred Heaven was clearly a plane that thrived on slaughter and pillage, completely oblivious to the concept of protection.
How could evildoers know what rit Golden Light is?
Moreover, if Luo Yu hadn’t saved countless beings alone, the rit Golden Light wouldn’t have accumulated to such an extent.
Moxin, in a fit of rage, said:
"Although I don’t know what your golden light is, it must be limited, let’s see how you block the next move."
"Three Bows to the King of the Underworld—"
"Second style."
"Soul Annihilation!"
Moxin knelt on one knee, his right hand on his left shoulder as he bowed his head.
"Boom!"
The black hole shimred, and a shadowy figure stepped out, not large in stature but exuding an eerily noble aura that plunged the entire Soul Land into darkness in an instant.
The figure’s head was shrouded in black fog, completely obscuring its true face.
A force far stronger than before descended, tens of tis more eerie, afflicting Luo Yu’s body, eroding his flesh and obliterating his soul.
The majestic rit Golden Light was also defeated in its clash with the powerful Nether God’s force.
It could only block a portion, while the rest of the Nether God’s power attacked Luo Yu’s body and soul relentlessly.
Moxin, who had been unsure himself, now began to sneer.
"Block it!"
"Keep blocking!"
"Let’s see how you block this ti."
"There is a limit to human strength, but my Nether God is limitless."
The sky grew dark, the sun and moon lost their light, and as Luo Yu suffered through the terrifying assault, Moxin’s arrogant and unrestrained voice echoed incessantly.
But just at that mont, ten dragon roars echoed from within Luo Yu’s body.
"Roar, roar!"
A full ten golden dragons flew out of Luo Yu’s Heavenly Spirit Cover, tearing towards all of the Nether God’s power.
They were the Qi Yun golden dragons condensed from the Destiny of Soul Land, representing the future of the entire Soul Land.
As the Divine Realm rged with Soul Land, the size of the ten Fortune Dragons swelled unprecedentedly, grand and imnse.
They curled through the void.
Ten dragons protect the body, and all evil retreats.
All of the Nether God’s power was blocked and dispersed.
The crazed laughter of Moxin ca to an abrupt halt, as if a crowing rooster had suddenly been strangled by the neck.
The shadow behind Mo He uttered an incredulous exclamation.
"Power of Destiny?"
"This is the Power of Destiny?"
"Can a person possess so much Power of Destiny?"
Luo Yu stood within the rit Golden Light, protected by ten Fortune Dragons.
He smiled at the shocked and flustered Moxin.
"My son."
"Still not giving up?"
"Do you enjoy worshipping your old man that much?"
Moxin stared at Luo Yu, dead set.
"Impossible!"
"How can your Power of Destiny be so strong?"
"This is absolutely impossible!"
Luo Yu said disdainfully,
"You pride yourselves as higher beings from an advanced plane, yet this is the extent of your knowledge?"
"As a plane master, isn’t it normal for to possess such Qi Yun?"
Moxin shook his head frantically, the whites of his eyes turning red with dense bloodshot veins.
"There’s a problem."
"There must be a problem."
"With the level of this plane, at most one Fortune Dragon can be condensed."
"It can’t be ten."
"A prodigy with nine Fortune Dragons doesn’t exist in You Ming Sacred Heaven; only in the greater Shenhuan Shengtian is this possible."
"Hmm?"
Luo Yu, seeing Moxin in such a deranged and unbelievable state, began to feel hesitant in his heart.
The way the other party was acting didn’t seem like a lie.
Yet, the ten Powers of Destiny he possessed were indeed condensed from Soul Land.
There didn’t seem to be anything unusual.
Moxin turned his head, his eyes reddening as he said, "Big brother, we absolutely can’t take this kid back to You Ming Sacred Heaven; if we kill him and take his Qi Yun, we will be set for life."
"Hmm."
Mo He nodded, then said coldly and proudly,
"No rush. Qi Yun is useless before reaching the Ancestral Realm; taking him down is as simple as lifting my hand for this Heavenly Monarch. He’s not yet worthy of my action."
"You’re all too worthless, living in comfort for so many years, yet you can’t handle a native for so long."
"Today, if anyone is defeated by him, don’t call big brother anymore, and don’t share the Heavenly Monarch title with ."
Moxin shivered; it seed that Mo He frightened him even more than Luo Yu’s oddity.
Especially since the other party ntioned stripping him of his Heavenly Monarch title, which imdiately threw him into panic.
The title of Heavenly Monarch represented a massive amount of resources and the privilege to learn the Ancestral Ultimate Techniques.
He said fiercely,
"Since I started my journey, I have never encountered soone aided by ten Fortune Dragons."
"Today, I want to see whether this lucky kid is more formidable or if my Three Bows to the Nether God is stronger."
"Crack!"
Moxin bit off five fingers and, with a splat, thrust them into his own chest; his forehead bulged with veins, his eyes filled with ruthless decisiveness.
The black and red blood flowed slowly, forming a sinister Array Pattern beneath him.
He knelt on both knees, his forehead thudding against the ground.
"The third form—"
"Descent of the Ming God!"
"Boom!"
The evil, noble shadow in the sky had the black mist covering its head dispersing, revealing an imposing face.
The eyes were blood-red, overlooking the heavens with disdain.
In an instant, it was as if the power of a myriad of beings on the brink of extinction was bearing down.
The ten unconsciously controlled Fortune Dragons and the rit Golden Light were completely unable to block this overwhelming power.
And at that mont, when the breath of death was invading,
sothing seed to awaken deep within Luo Yu’s soul...
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