Hoolay's movements instantly froze, as if time itself had slowed down around him.
Jingliu, however, did not immediately pursue. She slowly raised the longsword in her hand, the tip pointing straight towards the firmament.
The surging sword intent and chill surrounding her wildly converged towards the sword tip, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
"Let this round of moonlight illuminate the myriad rivers!"
Her voice remained cool and indifferent.
The daylight abruptly dimmed, as if all light had been sucked away by the sword tip.
The next moment, a beam of moonlight sword energy, indescribably brilliant and chilling, descended from the heavens.
As the sword energy fell, a massive, semi-transparent ice domain barrier completely enveloped Hoolay and the surrounding space.
Within the domain, time seemed to be frozen, light was twisted, all things were silenced, and only an endless, freezing cold permeated, capable of freezing all existence.
Hoolay felt an unprecedented threat of death, one that surpassed even the moment he was frozen centuries ago.
He frantically burned his life source, even draining the very root of the Borisin'ren bloodline. The Blood Moon Battle Blade let out a groan of unbearable strain as he tried to break free from the absolute freeze of the domain.
"Jingliu, in the hundreds of years since I was defeated by you, I have been constantly thinking about how to break your ability."
His heartbeat was like a drum, his blood surged through his veins at an almost explosive speed, and his body temperature climbed wildly to a degree sufficient to melt steel, attempting to counter the absolute zero that froze thought with this self-destructive internal combustion method.
"Then let me show you this power, ignited by my life as fuel!"
"I... will... not die!"
He let out a twisted and frantic roar, and actually managed to move slightly within the domain.
However, Jingliu's gaze remained as calm as water, even carrying a hint of... indifferent pity?
"Futile."
She opened her red lips and uttered two words.
Yes, Hoolay had found a way to counter the power of ice, an idea that could even be called genius.
But there was a fundamental gap between the two. Though Jingliu was not at her peak, she was the genuine original body.
Hoolay, however, was merely a memory construct sustained by the Holy Grail. His power was not only inferior to his true body's but also far below the current Jingliu's.
Furthermore, Jingliu's greatest strength had never been the power of ice, but her swordsmanship, capable of slicing stars—that was her true core.
Under the crushing force of that terrifying sword intent, the heat Hoolay gained by burning his life was like a flickering candle in the wind, rapidly extinguished.
The blood-red glow on his body completely faded and shattered. The regenerated flesh could not keep up with the ceaseless rate of annihilation from the sword energy.
His struggle, his resentment, his centuries of obsession, were finally frozen and turned into nothingness along with his consciousness by that round of icy moonlight.
The domain dispersed.
Hoolay maintained the posture of frantic struggle, transformed into a crystal-clear, lifeless ice sculpture, the madness and roar on his face eternally fixed.
Jingliu slowly descended from the air. Her Full Moon state was deactivated, the strange red glow receded from her eyes, and her complexion was normal, her breathing steady and long, as if she had only performed a trivial task.
She didn't even spare another glance at the ice sculpture, turning away with indifference, her gaze cast towards the other battlefield.
To her, eradicating the memory construct of a defeated foe was indeed something not worth dwelling on.
On the other side, the battle between the Sea God Tang San and the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena had reached a fever pitch.
Tang San's divine consciousness avatar forcefully calmed down from the initial shock of the Silver Dragon King's sudden appearance, his expression solemn as water.
Sensing his master's fighting spirit, the Sea God Trident burst forth with towering gold-blue divine light. Vast, ocean-like divine power surged, dominating the surroundings.
"Vast Sea Barrier: Indefinite Storm."
He launched his crowd-control divine skill first. The Golden Trident carved an abstruse trajectory in the air, and massive golden halos, each several meters in diameter and inscribed with Sea God runes, appeared out of thin air. They did not fly in straight lines but cleverly blocked all possible movement trajectories for Gu Yuena from all four directions—up, down, left, and right. Carrying powerful restraining and suppressing force, they layered and stacked, shrouding her.
A hint of cold disdain flashed across Gu Yuena's beautiful face.
She did not even move an inch, only a slight shimmer of silver light around her, a manifestation of her absolute control over the laws of space.
All the whistling golden halos, upon approaching her within a ten-meter radius, seemed instantly caught in countless overlapping spatial labyrinths. Their speed became extremely slow, and their trajectories twisted, like struggling in viscous amber.
She merely raised her slender hand casually, her five fingers slightly curled.
Buzz!
The surrounding space rippled gently, like water surface disturbed.
All the approaching golden halos were somehow nudged by an invisible great hand, narrowly—by a hair's breadth—grazing past her, ultimately crashing into the ruins behind her, exploding into scattered golden light points without even touching her clothes.
"Sea God?"
Gu Yuena's voice was ethereal and majestic, carrying the inherent superiority of the co-sovereign of Soul Beasts.
"To dare show off with just a wisp of divine consciousness? Who gave you the audacity?"
Before her voice faded, she gently raised her jade hand and lightly tapped her long fingertip towards the void ahead.
"Elemental Tide: Annihilation."
This was not a simple elemental convergence.
Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, Light, Dark, and Space—the seven major elemental laws were simultaneously invoked, coordinated, and amplified.
A torrent of seven-colored light, more than ten meters in diameter, with constantly shifting internal colors, as if containing the birth and demise of the universe, roared forth.
Wherever it passed, space was not just torn, but erased as if wiped away by an eraser, exposing the chaotic void beneath. Everything, whether physical or energy, was decomposed, assimilated, and reduced to its most basic particle state.
This was a violent tide capable of annihilating divine power.
Tang San's expression changed drastically. He sensed a fatal threat from this seven-colored torrent, far exceeding the limit his wisp of divine consciousness could withstand.
He dared not hold back the slightest, injecting the Sea God's divine power unreservedly into the Golden Trident.
"Golden Thirteen Halberds: A Thousand Years' Empty Solitude!"
He roared, swinging the Trident. Instantly, thousands of solid, golden halberd shadows materialized out of thin air. They were not chaotic, but like the most well-trained army, they layered and overlapped, weaving into an incredibly thick and brilliant giant golden defensive array, standing across the path of the Elemental Tide.
Divine power resonated and circulated between the halberd shadows, attempting to resolve the destructive impact with the vastness and tenacity of the Sea God's divine power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The seven-colored torrent and the golden halberd array violently collided.
At that moment, it was as if two stars had impacted each other.
The terrifying energy explosion's light eclipsed the sun. The space at the center of the explosion shattered inch by inch like a broken mirror, forming a briefly existing black hole that wildly devoured everything around it.
The shockwave spread wantonly in a ring shape, utterly leveling the remaining buildings in the distance and even changing the topography.
After struggling for a few breaths, Tang San's golden halberd array finally began to collapse and dissipate.
He let out a muffled groan. His divine consciousness body shook violently, becoming noticeably more transparent, clearly suffering a significant shock.
How could Gu Yuena, having gained the advantage, show mercy? She gave Tang San no time to breathe, pressing her attack.
She did not manifest her true Silver Dragon King form, but a colossal, phantom claw, covered in crystalline silver dragon scales and with fingertips flashing with seven-colored law light, solidified out of nowhere.
The moment this phantom claw appeared, it was as if the laws of the entire world were submitting to it, carrying the most primal, terrifying pressure capable of tearing stars and shattering all magic. It ignored the spatial distance and clawed down towards Tang San's head.
Tang San felt an unprecedented, fatal threat—one that even began to destabilize his wisp of divine consciousness.
He let out a roar of unwillingness, frantically burning his remaining divine consciousness power without regard for the consequences.
The Golden Trident burst out its final mournful sound, transforming into an incredibly thick, gold-blue light pillar, as if supporting the heavens and earth, meeting the downward-clamping dragon claw.
This was the last and strongest power he could squeeze out of this wisp of divine consciousness.
A second, even more terrifying collision erupted.
The gold-blue light pillar and the seven-colored dragon claw slammed fiercely together.
No sound was emitted, as sound had been swallowed by the pure energy annihilation.
Only indescribable light pollution swept across everything, forming a continuously expanding sphere of energy light.
Finally, after a brief stalemate, the phantom dragon claw slowly dissipated.
And Tang San's ultimate strike, released by burning his divine consciousness, also exhausted its last power. The gold-blue light pillar shattered.
His divine consciousness body became almost completely transparent, dim and lifeless, as if it could dissipate at any moment. His aura was extremely weak.
"Silver Dragon King... why... are you here..."
Tang San's voice was filled with shock, anger, bewilderment, and a trace of unconcealed weakness.
He simply could not understand why the Silver Dragon King would appear at this time and place, and stand against him.
Based on his knowledge, the Silver Dragon King should still be hiding and recuperating in a deep sleep.
Gu Yuena, however, couldn't be bothered to answer his question.
The cold divine light in her deep purple dragon eyes flared. She slowly clasped her hands in front of her chest, and a seven-colored sphere of light, extremely compressed, with countless miniature galaxies seemingly forming and dying within, condensing ultimate destructive energy, rapidly took shape.
The surrounding space violently twisted due to its presence.
"It's over, Sea God."
She lightly parted her red lips, pronouncing the final verdict.
The seven-colored sphere of light instantly vanished from her hands, and the next moment, completely disregarding all spatial distance, it appeared directly inside Tang San's almost transparent divine consciousness body—a spatial leap.
Tang San did not even have time to react, his face frozen in astonishment and unwillingness.
"No—!!!"
Only a final desperate roar was emitted before the seven-colored sphere of light that had entered his body violently erupted.
A dazzling seven-colored light completely engulfed the wisp of Sea God divine consciousness. Within the light, countless elements seemed to be wildly exploding and annihilating.
When the light faded, the wisp of Sea God Tang San's divine consciousness had completely vanished without a trace. Not even the finest energy particles remained, utterly erased from the plane of existence by the Silver Dragon King's ultimate strike, which was condensed from multiple elemental sources.
As the light receded, Gu Yuena slowly lowered her hand, her beautiful face cold and indifferent, as if she had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
She slightly turned her head to look in Jingliu's direction and nodded a greeting.
Jingliu looked back faintly, her cool gaze devoid of any ripple, and merely nodded in response.
Two equally powerful women, with absolute strength and decisive momentum, had cleanly resolved their respective opponents.
Upon the ruins, only Hoolay's ice sculpture stood silently, and the energy residue in the air had yet to completely settle.
Above Mingdu, though the tide of destruction had temporarily ceased, sorrow and deathly silence permeated the air.
Tang Wutong stood still, her beautiful face completely drained of color, like exquisite glazed glass that had lost all its brilliance.
Her gaze was hollow, fixed on the spot where the phantom of the Sea God Tang San had just dissipated. Only scattered golden light dust remained, not yet fully annihilated, like a flickering candle in the wind, singing a final elegy.
"Daddy...?"
She murmured, her voice as faint as a dream, trembling with disbelief. "No... it can't be, Daddy is a God King, how could this happen?"
She tried to perceive that familiar, warm wisp of Sea God divine power, but only touched a cold void.
That divine power of the Sea God, which had protected her and given her courage and confidence, had truly and completely vanished.
An unprecedented panic and an icy chill instantly seized her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She was the daughter of a God King, spoiled with countless affections since childhood. Her father, Tang San, was an omnipotent existence in her heart, her eternal backing.
But now, a part of that backing had been cruelly shattered and annihilated right before her eyes, all to protect her.
A massive shock and unspeakable sorrow overwhelmed her, causing her to instantly lose all strength and ability to think.
Her slender body swayed slightly, and the light in her eyes completely dimmed, leaving only confusion and pain, as if the whole world were collapsing before her.
Her will, at this moment, sank to its nadir.
In this unguarded moment, as Tang Wutong's mind was lost—
A golden figure silently appeared behind her.
The newcomer held the Golden Dragon Spear, her appearance bearing a striking resemblance to Tang Wutong, but with a greater wildness and indifference. It was Wang Qiu'er.
Her eyes were incredibly complex. Looking at the emotionally broken, defenseless Tang Wutong before her, a trace of struggle flashed in the depths of her eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by a more intense desire.
It was the desire for a complete soul, the pursuit of complete independence.
This was an opportunity not to be missed.
The last flicker of hesitation in Wang Qiu'er's eyes turned into cold resolve.
The Golden Dragon Spear let out a low hum. Without the slightest hesitation, it transformed into a stream of intensely sharp golden light, striking with precise accuracy towards Tang Wutong's unguarded back.
"Puchi—!"
The sound of the blade piercing flesh was so clear, yet so cruel.
"Ugh..."
Tang Wutong's body suddenly stiffened. The intense pain brought a momentary clarity to her scattered gaze.
She lowered her head with difficulty and disbelief, looking at the golden spear tip that had emerged from her chest, stained with bright red blood.
She wanted to turn back, but no longer had the strength, though she knew who was behind her.
Life force was rapidly draining away as her heart was shattered.
The immense sorrow brought by her father's demise had not yet dissipated, and now it was compounded by the shock and pain of her own assault.
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