Chapter 60 Tang San Bleeds! Lu Ming's Sword is Terrifying!
Tang San's eyelids twitched violently, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body.
He instinctively raised the only remaining trident in his hand to parry.
This is the Trident of Poseidon, weighing 1.08 million jin (approximately 540,000 kg).
It is the condensation of the ocean's weight.
In Tang San's mind, there might be divine weapons in this world that could defeat him, but there was absolutely no weapon that could easily cut through this heavy halberd.
Even though it had just lost both wings.
Its main trunk remains an indestructible piece of divine iron.
"when!"
A soft, not particularly harsh sound rang out.
It's like a hot knife slicing through butter.
It's like scissors cutting cloth.
There was no sense of obstruction.
The main stem of the Sea God Trident, which Tang San regarded as the last line of defense, broke off directly in the middle.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
Not even a single spark was thrown up.
The upper half of the halberd spun and flew away under the influence of gravity.
The Trident of Poseidon is completely destroyed.
Tang San's eyes widened in that instant, and his pupils contracted sharply to the size of needles.
He stared at the remaining half of the handle in his hand, and his mind went blank for a moment.
But the fatal blow did not stop after the weapon was severed.
The Primordial Sword, carrying an ancient and chaotic sword light, charged straight in.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear on this deathly silent battlefield.
The sword tip easily tore through the defenses of the Sea God's armor.
It pierced through Tang San's proud half-step God King body.
It pierced directly into his chest and exited through his back.
Blood instantly stained the azure divine armor red.
Tang San froze in mid-air.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the ancient longsword that had pierced through his chest.
The intense pain then slowly spread throughout my body.
"Wow--"
Tang San suddenly opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of golden-red divine blood sprayed out.
The blood splattered onto the blade of the Primordial Sword and was instantly evaporated by the chaotic energy.
This sword is untouched by mortal dust, nor by divine blood.
"How...is this possible..."
Tang San's voice trembled, filled with a deep hoarseness and weakness.
He raised his head and stared intently at Qian Renxue, who remained calm in front of him.
His eyes were filled with confusion, bewilderment, and deep fear.
"My Trident of Poseidon..."
"That's it...?"
That's the legendary weapon, the Trident of Poseidon!
Even in the realm of gods, this is a top-tier weapon.
How could it be as fragile as a piece of rotten wood?
Tang San could not accept this reality.
He even felt like he was having an absurd nightmare.
"Even with the Trident of Poseidon blocking it, it still has such astonishing residual power..."
"and..."
Tang San gasped for breath, the sharp pain in his chest contorting his face.
"I am a half-step God King!"
"I am a dual god!"
"My total soul power and my physical strength are dozens of times greater than yours!"
"how so?"
"This doesn't make sense!"
Even if Qian Renxue wielded a peerless divine sword, how could she possibly unleash such terrifying power with her newly stabilized first-level divine cultivation?
What the hell is this sword?
"impossible..."
"That's absolutely impossible!"
Tang San shook his head frantically, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman.
He couldn't believe he had lost so completely.
He couldn't believe that everything he was so proud of could vanish in the blink of an eye with a casual wave of his hand.
Qian Renxue did not answer his hysteria.
She simply and indifferently pulled the Primordial Sword from Tang San's chest.
"puff!"
Another spurt of blood shot out.
Tang San groaned, his body swaying as he nearly fell from the sky.
He quickly reached out and pressed his hand firmly against the bloody hole in his chest.
Blue-gold light surged wildly around him.
That was the soul skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone—Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life.
This is his most powerful treatment method.
Even if a limb is severed, as long as this soul skill is present, it can be regenerated in a short time.
However.
The next second.
Tang San's face turned ashen.
He was horrified to discover that no matter how much he channeled his soul power, the wound on his chest not only showed no signs of healing, but was instead continuing to widen!
A wisp of grayish air remained at the wound site.
These currents of energy, like living maggots, greedily devoured his life force and the healing power of the Blue Silver Emperor.
It's completely incurable!
It can't even stop the bleeding!
"What...what kind of power is this?"
Tang San finally panicked.
That is a deep-seated fear of unknown and uncontrollable forces.
This sword is not only incredibly sharp, but the damage it inflicts also comes with this strange curse?
Below.
The once bustling battlefield was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Whether they are Soul Masters of the Spirit Empire or Soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Everyone was tilting their heads back, their mouths wide open, big enough to fit an egg.
The Primordial Sword is terrifying!
Just one sword strike.
Destroy the divine artifact, harm the God King!
Is this the true value of being number one on the list of rare treasures?
Hu Liena stood beside Bibi Dong, her beautiful eyes filled with awe and wonder.
She stared blankly at the golden figure in the sky that resembled a female warrior.
"So...so strong!"
"Sister Xue'er... she actually did it."
Even when she saw the Primordial Sword cause a celestial phenomenon, she didn't expect its actual combat effects to be this exaggerated.
That's Tang San!
That was a nightmare that drove them all to the brink of despair!
Bibi Dong disregarded her injuries and forced herself to stand up straight.
Her usually dignified and aloof phoenix eyes were now filled with shock and disbelief.
As the Rakshasa Goddess, she knew better than anyone just how terrifying Tang San's current strength was.
In that battle just now, she used every means at her disposal, even burning her divine soul, but she still couldn't shake Tang San in the slightest.
But now.
Qian Renxue only swung her sword twice.
The situation reversed instantly.
"Is this Lu Ming's power...?"
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
What level had that man reached?
Is it possible to give Qian Renxue, who was originally at a disadvantage, the power to overwhelm a half-step God King simply by lending her a sword?
This is simply a case of being outmatched!
One side of the Heavenly Dou Empire camp.
The rest of the Shrek members looked as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly.
Xiao Wu covered her mouth tightly with both hands, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"elder brother!"
She let out a piercing, mournful cry.
Seeing the gaping hole in Tang San's chest, Xiao Wu's heart broke.
"Brother is injured?"
"How could someone as strong as you get injured?"
Her invincible third brother was now being severely injured, like a dog being beaten down.
This huge gap almost drove her to the brink of collapse.
Yu Xiaogang no longer possessed the masterly demeanor he once had.
His hands, clasped behind his back, trembled violently, and his stiff face was filled with horror.
"Impossible... This violates the theories of the Soul Master world..."
"The third one is a half-step God King!"
"He is only one step away from becoming a true god-king!"
"He also wields the Trident of Poseidon, thus possessing the blessing of two divine positions."
"How could he possibly be injured by Qian Renxue's sword?"
Yu Xiaogang frantically calculated various data in his mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation.
But no matter how he calculated it, it was an unsolvable dead end.
That was an absolute crushing defeat on a power level.
It's something that can't be compensated for by so-called skills and theories.
A hint of emotion, unlike anything she had ever shown before, flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's usually cold gaze.
She looked at the long sword in Qian Renxue's hand, her tone extremely solemn:
"The Primordial Sword..."
"As expected of the number one divine sword on the list of rare treasures."
"Qian Renxue actually reversed the inevitable defeat with just a sword."
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