The exploding energy continued.
Sword Douluo's ring fusion was still far inferior to a true god-level attack.
Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo had seized the opportunity at the start to pull him away. Otherwise, it would not have been just a near-miss graze—death was possible.
Having evaded Zhu Zhuqing's attack, cold sweat broke out on Sword Douluo's forehead.
"So this is a god?"
"Yes, a terror beyond imagination."
Ning Fengzhi also sighed with emotion. He had once crossed martial soul fusion techniques with the Abyss Holy Lord in the Extreme North.
But experiencing the oppressive pressure of a god up close was an entirely different sensation.
It was like an ordinary person witnessing the terrifying aura of a Title Douluo.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Golden light burst forth in the sky.
"Fusion Ring—Ninth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"
The blood-red ninth soul ring radiated sharp light. The suspended giant sword slashed down toward Zhu Zhuqing, sweeping away drifting clouds from the blade's edge.
However, just as the attack was about to land on Zhu Zhuqing.
"With the power of ants shaking a great god—how foolish!"
Zhu Zhuqing swung the Rakshasa Scythe in her hand. Divine power from the scythe began to release.
"Divine Skill—Eternal Wound"
"Chi—"
The phantom of the giant sword was annihilated by black light.
Qian Daoliu spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying dozens of meters.
If not for the buffs from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the defense of Nine Treasure Invincible Divine Light, that single strike would have been enough to heavily injure Qian Daoliu.
"So... so strong!" Watching from the sidelines and actually fighting were different sensations.
But to become a god, personally experiencing the power and combat of the divine realm was necessary.
"Zhu Zhuqing, you are strong, but our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is no weakling." Ning Fengzhi spoke calmly. "Gods are not invincible."
Thinking of his own daughter—who slaughtered gods like dogs.
The trace of fear in his heart instantly dissipated considerably.
All that remained was boundless fighting spirit.
Sword, Bone, and Ning Fengzhi lined up in a row. Their auras rapidly linked.
As their soul powers fused, a massive phantom that had nearly materialized appeared in the sky.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—God-Devil Dual Slash."
The sky seemed to split open with a huge rift.
The powerful soul power fluctuations felt as if they could slice the entire Star Luo Empire in half in the next moment. The terrifying sword light was especially dazzling in the night.
"Slash!"
The sword in the phantom's hand cleaved down.
White light and darkness that fused with the night rapidly merged, then transformed into a single slash that assaulted Zhu Zhuqing.
"Hmph, martial soul fusion skill?" Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly. "Overestimating yourselves."
Strands of divine power released around Zhu Zhuqing. Phantoms of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger and Netherworld Spirit Cat appeared behind her. Gradually, the two phantoms fused into a tiger with white markings.
"Roar!"
The tiger's roar rang out, causing space to tremble slightly.
"Since you are using a martial soul fusion skill, let me show you what a true martial soul fusion skill is."
The cold voice echoed through the air. The materialized white tiger accompanied by a long howl charged toward the incoming sword light.
"Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Netherworld White Tiger"
Sword light cleaved down, tiger roar shook the forests.
The entire sky suddenly fell silent.
In the next moment.
The balance of energy was broken. Ring-shaped shockwaves spread outward.
"Boom"
The smoke from the explosion engulfed everything visible around them.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo charged out from the smoke.
"Wah—"
All three spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously.
"One... one person performed a martial soul fusion skill."
Ning Fengzhi looked toward the faintly visible figure still in the smoke, shock revealed in his eyes.
That feeling just now was definitely the Star Luo Empire's martial soul fusion skill—Netherworld White Tiger.
Zhu Zhuqing clearly had only one martial soul—how could she perform a martial soul fusion skill?
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you are strong."
"But you are still only below gods." The scythe tore through the smoke. Zhu Zhuqing appeared before everyone once more. A trace of blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"However, being able to injure me—you do indeed have the capital to dominate."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice paused.
The Evil-Eyed White Tiger phantom and Netherworld Spirit Cat phantom surged forth behind her once again.
"Not good!"
Ning Fengzhi and the others' expressions changed drastically.
This feeling—the opponent was about to use a martial soul fusion skill again.
Vast pressure directly pressed down.
Not just Ning Fengzhi, Qian Daoliu, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo—cold sweat broke out on all their foreheads.
This was a difference in position. Even if power reached god level, the dimensional tier was still not the same.
"You could block one of my attacks, but now!"
The Netherworld Spirit Cat and Evil-Eyed White Tiger fused rings once more—at an even faster speed than before.
Accompanied by the divine power Zhu Zhuqing released, it charged straight toward Ning Fengzhi's group of four.
"Martial soul fusion skill—is that just a normal attack?"
Feeling the increasingly close divine power pressure and that massive Netherworld White Tiger, a bitter smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's lips.
As expected, he was just an ordinary person. Reversing punishment against a god level was completely impossible.
Back then, being able to go fifty-fifty with the Abyss Holy Lord was probably because the opponent had great restrictions.
"Gods are indeed powerful!"
Ning Fengzhi had already closed his eyes awaiting death, yet inwardly cursed.
That damn pit of a daughter Rongrong—where the hell did she go?
If you don't come save us soon, in the future you'll only be able to burn incense and paper money during festivals.
Although he occasionally brought out fatherly authority, that was only toward those two "good-for-nothing" sons of yours. He had never been strict with you!
No need to let Father die so easily!
Besides, even if you want me dead, no need to drag Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo down with me.
Ning Fengzhi subconsciously touched the protective talisman on his chest. Rongrong had said she was busy lately and had no time—this should protect him and ensure victory.
Not just him—Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo each had one too.
"Weng!"
The charging Netherworld White Tiger was scorched by blinding white light. Intense black flames erupted on its body. Moments later, it vanished into the air.
"What!"
Zhu Zhuqing was suddenly shocked.
The protective talisman Ning Fengzhi gripped flew out and transformed into a girl's form.
Pink long hair—almost identical to Ning Rongrong's, except tied in twin tails.
"Rong... Rongrong!"
Seeing that familiar back, Ning Fengzhi subconsciously spoke.
"Oh, you're looking for the main body? She's off somewhere lazing about! She had us clones come just in case."
The girl who emerged glanced back at Ning Fengzhi. "Not bad. You didn't embarrass that useless main body of mine."
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
Everyone else: "..."
Hearing that familiar tone, Ning Fengzhi's mind flashed back to the twin-tailed Ning Rongrong he had seen in the three-dimensional projection in the Star Dou Great Forest.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Rongrong's clones really each had such unique personalities.
Wasn't she afraid her clones would rebel?
Come to think of it, it wasn't just Ning Rongrong's clones—even the contracted Dark Devilgod Tiger and Tokisaki Kurumi's clones all had vastly different personalities.
As expected, those who could play together had good compatibility.
Was this what they called mutual attraction?
(End of chapter)