Lu Jingming felt the terrifying pressure that surged from the opponent, a pressure like the entire ocean bearing down on him. Instead of fear, the battle intent in his eyes grew even stronger.
The Eight Lightning Interdictions had only unleashed five Interdicts; the true killing blows were still to come.
Forced back by Lu Jingming's whip, Tang San's originally cold expression sank completely, and the majesty and wrath of a God-King erupted.
The illusion of the Seagod Trident in his hand burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light. The trident's shaft hummed, as if all the oceans of the Douluo Star were echoing it, letting out a deafening roar.
"Insolent ant, how dare you profane divine majesty!"
Tang San's voice was cold and merciless, carrying the authority of judgment.
"I shall make you remember what it means to not insult a God-King, even at the cost of your annihilation in both body and soul."
"Golden Thirteen Halberds!"
He no longer held back, directly employing the Seagod's signature divine skill.
Although this was merely a divine sense clone, incapable of exhibiting the power of his God-King body, driven by the God-King's will, its might was still enough to shake the cosmos.
"Immobilizing Wind and Waves!"
The Trident traced a profound trajectory, and streaks of gold-blue light rings rippled out like endless ocean tides, instantly enveloping Lu Jingming.
This halberd strike was not a direct attack, but contained a control effect, capable of trapping gods and locking souls, quelling all upheaval, and plunging the opponent into absolute restraint.
Lu Jingming immediately felt the space around him solidify, and even the surging lightning seemed to become sluggish; his movements slowed abruptly.
"Abyss, Withering!"
Without hesitation, Lu Jingming pointed the Black Abyss long spear forward with his left hand. The point of extreme black light on the spear tip suddenly expanded, transforming into a rapidly spinning miniature black hole that frantically devoured and decomposed the gold-blue restraint rings.
The power of withering and death fiercely clashed with the Seagod's control, emitting a grating, tearing sound.
"A Thousand Years of Emptiness!"
Seizing the interval, Tang San's second halberd strike arrived.
The Trident transformed into thousands of golden halberd shadows, as if traversing a thousand years of time, stabbing towards Lu Jingming from every direction and angle. The illusory and the real intertwined, making evasion impossible.
"White Flower, Bloom!"
Lu Jingming's right hand brandished the White Flower long spear. Its sacred and sharp spear aura suddenly bloomed like a pure lotus of the world's purification. Countless pure white petals carrying the light of life spun out, meeting every golden halberd shadow with uncanny precision.
The clang of collision was as dense as a torrential rain, and each impact unleashed terrifying energy ripples.
"Gone Forever!"
Tang San's eyes sharpened. He seized the instant Lu Jingming was blocking and thrust out a halberd that condensed ultimate penetrating power.
The golden light converged to a single point, seemingly capable of piercing through time and space, ignoring all defenses, and aiming directly for Lu Jingming's glabella.
The lightning vortex in Lu Jingming's pupils spun rapidly, yet he neither dodged nor retreated, holding the Black Abyss and White Flower crossed in front of him.
Black-red lightning and white-gold divine light intertwined and merged in an unprecedented manner, forming a spiraling lightning spear that fiercely met the tip of the 'Gone Forever' halberd.
Boom—!!!!
A blast of extreme light erupted, swallowing all sound and sight. The terrifying energy shockwave spread outward like a planetary explosion.
The next moment, both figures moved simultaneously.
They transformed into one gold-blue and one black-red streak of light tearing through the sky, crashing fiercely into each other.
Halberd met spear, and divine skills were unleashed frequently.
The battle raged from the ruins over Mingdou's eastern district all the way to what was once the city center in the south.
Wherever they passed, space constantly collapsed, repaired, and collapsed again, like shattered glass.
The ground below was like a field repeatedly ploughed by an invisible giant implement. Everything—building debris, metal, and even the pervasive energy particles—was silently pulverized into the finest dust, utterly annihilated, by the terrifying fluctuations unleashed during their exchange.
The whole world seemed to lose its color, leaving only the purest black and white, gold-blue and black-red.
Only these two beams of light, representing different divine positions and different wills, were furiously colliding, intersecting, separating, and colliding again.
Each clash was like the collision of stars, bursting forth with destructive brilliance.
The battle between the two also attracted the other Servants and powerhouses who were currently fighting.
In the high sky, Fei Xiao paused when sensing the collision of the two divine powers, and Celenova also cast his gaze downwards. The four demigods, all seriously injured at this point, would have long since died under Fei Xiao's spear if not for Celenova.
Jing Yuan, Crydeia, Heather, Aglaea, Jeanne, and Hoolay all instinctively paused their movements, only to follow up with an even more violent offense.
In the Imperial Palace, the fighting also became increasingly fierce.
Xiao Wu, affected by some mysterious stimulus, became slightly frenzied, putting Artoria and Cú Chulainn in a precarious situation.
The entire battle in Mingdou intensified due to the fight between Tang San and Lu Jingming. Everyone, in an instant, exerted their full strength, desperate to resolve their respective opponents quickly.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Jingming and Sea God Tang San had exchanged over a thousand blows. The collision of divine power and the duel of laws had reached a fever pitch.
Relying on his formidable divine body in his deified state, the terrifying energy endurance provided by his dual-soul core, and the unique properties of Black Abyss and White Flower, Lu Jingming managed to fight Tang San's divine sense clone to a standstill.
But he knew well that the deification period was nearing its limit. His body's burden was at its peak, and a tearing pain was transmitting from his soul.
A fierce light flashed in Lu Jingming's eyes. He disregarded his own safety, using his shoulder guard, which was harder than divine steel after deification, to take a hit from Tang San's ethereal yet deadly 'Thousand Years of White Cloud'.
A piercing collision sound accompanied by the faint crackle of bones rang out. He felt a sweetness in his throat but forcibly swallowed the surging blood, using the tremendous force to swiftly fly backward.
Simultaneously, he formed a complex hand seal across his chest, a seal that incited the elemental rage of the surrounding lightning elements.
"Eight Lightning Interdictions, Sixth Interdict: Lord of Thunder's Summons!"
His shout was like the thunder of the nine heavens, his words becoming law.
The massive, slowly rotating black-red divine ring behind him let out a sky-rending hum, suddenly detaching and hanging high overhead.
Countless strands of ferocious black-red destruction divine lightning, like subjects worshipping an emperor, frantically poured forth from spatial fissures, from the pores of his body, and from the scorched earth below, converging into the divine ring like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
The divine ring rapidly expanded and warped at a visible speed, instantly transforming into a dark great sun, over a hundred meters in diameter, composed purely of destructive lightning.
On the sun's corona, billions of profound and ferocious lightning runes flickered in and out of existence, radiating a terrifying pressure that violently warped and nearly shattered the entire space structure of the Douluo plane.
A heavenly might, one that governed the life and death of all lightning and judged the sins of all beings, swept across the world.
Immediately, a dark lightning column, thick enough to blot out the sky and so pure it seemed to swallow everything, descended with a crash like the final judgment of a heavenly punishment, carrying the absolute will to annihilate all things. Its target was locked firmly onto Sea God Tang San below.
Tang San's expression finally turned grave. The illusion of the Seagod Trident burst forth with an azure divine light that illuminated the mountains and rivers, as if compressing the entire vast ocean into a single point.
"Sun of the Sea!"
He roared in a deep voice, thrusting the Trident forward.
An equally massive azure energy sun, composed of endless heavy water and the purest Seagod divine power, fiercely met the attack. Its light was gentle but contained supreme power.
Rumble—!!!
The dark lightning column and the azure sea sun collided violently at the peak of the firmament.
Instead of an instant explosion, they fell into an intense annihilation of energy and a duel of laws.
Black and blue energy frantically intertwined, corroded, and cancelled each other out, erupting in an earth-shattering roar that eclipsed the sun and moon. Every trace of escaping energy was enough to instantly kill a Titled Douluo.
"Seventh Interdict: Myriad Thunder Heavenly Burial!"
Lu Jingming paid no heed to the result. He violently pressed both hands down toward the empty space below. His face paled further, yet the battle intent in his eyes burned like a fixed star.
In that instant, with the collision point as the center, the entire visible sky was instantly filled with billions of twisted, roaring, ferocious black-red lightning dragons.
They were like doomsday beasts that had escaped from the Purgatory of Thunder. Each one was as thick as a mountain ridge, with the lightning runes of the first six Interdicts flashing and jumping around them.
They poured down upon Tang San indiscriminately, smashing, crashing, and self-destructing like a doomsday downpour, instantly creating a deadly, soul-burning purgatory of thunder that completely engulfed Tang San and his Seagod Domain.
The roars and explosions of the lightning dragons converged into a symphony of destruction, threatening to drag the entire world into the terminal end of lightning.
Tang San's Boundless Sea Domain was compressed to its limit. His Golden Thirteen Halberds were brandished into an absolute defense, the countless golden halberd shadows tearing apart the charging lightning dragons.
But the lightning dragons were endless, frantically consuming his divine power and divine sense. His defensive circle fluctuated violently, its range being compressed inch by inch.
"Eighth Interdict: The End, Myriad Thunder Return to Silence!"
Lu Jingming suddenly spat out a mouthful of brilliantly luminous essence blood, composed entirely of divine power and lightning. After leaving his body, the divine blood reversed into thousands of bizarre, bloody electric currents that enveloped him completely.
In this instant, Lu Jingming became the embodiment of lightning; lightning became his body, reaching the supreme state of the unity of man and thunder.
He seemed to transform into the first ray of lightning from the primordial source, and yet also the final destination of all things at the end of time.
All sounds ceased, and all light vanished.
Only the absolute power of ultimate silence and destruction, centered around him, diffused out silently yet irresistibly.
The countless roaring, world-destroying lightning dragons, the dark lightning column confronting the sea sun, and even Tang San's vast and boundless Seagod Domain... the moment they touched this power of ultimate silence, they were completely erased, silently dissipating, decomposing, and returning to nothingness, as if they had never existed.
"What?!"
Tang San's face finally changed dramatically, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes for the first time.
He clearly felt his own divine power, and even the core of his divine sense, being dissolved and erased by this incredibly domineering power of ultimate silence.
He frantically mobilized his divine power and divine sense to resist, but the priority of this power of ultimate silence was terrifyingly high, and he was, after all, only a wisp of a clone.
Just as his defense was at its weakest and his divine power momentarily fell into silence.
Pfft!
A thread of black-red electric light, infinitesimally small yet condensed with the power of the end, like a god-slaying stab born from the void, strangely pierced through the defensive rift and violently struck the left shoulder of Tang San's divine sense avatar.
"Ugh!"
Tang San's body shook violently. His left shoulder, constructed of divine power, instantly became translucent and illusory, almost collapsing. Though not completely shattered, his divine body had genuinely suffered damage.
Sea God Tang San had actually been wounded in his divine body by a mere mortal.
"You...!"
A towering fury, like a tsunami, erupted in Tang San's heart, instantly overpowering the erosion of the power of ultimate silence—an utter humiliation.
In the distance, Tang Wutong, protected by divine power, was already dumbfounded. Her pink-blue eyes were filled with shock and confusion as she gazed at the figure who emerged from the lightning, pale but still standing proudly. She felt as if she wanted to engrave this moment into her soul forever.
It was the first time she had ever seen anyone injure her father, who was invincible in her heart.
The wrath of the Seagod transformed into a terrifying, world-sweeping pressure, like the roar of the entire ocean, descending with a crash.
Sea God Tang San's shock and fury erupted like a submarine volcano that had accumulated for ten thousand years, transforming into a tangible pressure that swept across the world.
Countless massive sea columns, over a hundred meters in diameter, rose roaring from the depths of the shattered earth without warning. They were laden with surging waves and destructive divine power, instantly turning the southern area of Mingdou, already reduced to ruins, into a turbulent sea of divine punishment.
Wild winds screamed, and rain poured like a torrent. The entire weather phenomenon was forcibly altered; dark clouds hung low, and electric snakes danced wildly in the clouds, yet they all seemed to tremble before the Seagod's wrath.
This was the majesty of a God-King. Even as a mere wisp of a divine sense clone, his will could easily govern the laws of a territory, a feat utterly unattainable by ordinary gods.
Above the vast ocean, an even more terrifying sight emerged—countless towering waterspouts drew in the immense seawater. Guided by the Seagod's divine power, they furiously converged and merged, finally transforming into a gargantuan entity over several thousand meters tall, its upper half submerged in the clouds—the Sea God Giant.
It was entirely condensed from profound oceanic power and brilliant divine light. Its face was blurry, yet its divine pressure spanned the ages. Every breath it took stirred up hurricanes and tsunamis, and the shadow cast by its immense body almost engulfed the entirety of the Mingdou ruins.
"Ant, you have chosen the path of death!"
A low roar, filled with cold divine majesty, rumbled and burst like billions of thunderclaps in the depths of the clouds. The sound waves swept across thousands of kilometers. Even the common people of the Sun Moon Empire, hundreds of kilometers away, could see the terrifying, heaven-reaching giant shadow. They trembled under this seemingly heavenly pressure, as if the end of the world had arrived.
"This is the final strike!"
Lu Jingming's expression was grave as he looked at the sky-obscuring sea giant. He felt the pain in his body and the pressure on his spirit. He knew the time limit for his deification mode was approaching, yet he had only barely managed to injure the Sea God Tang San's divine sense clone.
Although this achievement was sufficiently shocking—after all, it was a God-King's divine sense clone, specifically the one residing within Tang Wutong, and its power was comparable to a true second-rank god.
If not for the plane's suppression, Lu Jingming, who had just broken through to Titled Douluo and was only briefly deified by borrowing the power of his divine position and the Lightning Zhen, might not have been able to injure Sea God Tang San.
Such a battle record was enough to shine for eternity.
Future records would state that the End Douluo, Lu Jingming, had made a god bleed with a mortal body, his name etched in history forever.
"Ah Ming, stop. Your spiritual sea is nearly dry, and your body is on the verge of collapse."
Lightning Zhen's anxious voice echoed in his mind.
If not for the vast power of creation contained within the White Flower and the Grass Authority of the Great Tree King constantly repairing his body, he would have long since disintegrated in the previous clashes.
However, the over-expenditure of his spirit could not be instantly recovered. A mortal soul forcibly bearing the throne of a god was ultimately too much of a strain.
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