Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

The God of Killing, Xuprous, stared at Wang Dong, and a hint of surprise flashed in his always cold blue eyes. Her sword style was completely unfamiliar to him, and it was not a move from any known school, but the true meaning of killing contained in it made him feel inexplicably familiar.

This kind of fighting method that maximizes every bit of strength, every move carries the determination to fight to the death, and every change of tactics contains the ruthlessness of fighting for life. This is clearly the fighting style that each of these law enforcement gods has in their bones.

But the problem is, the current Shura God Tang San can't even use the sword very well, so where did Wang Dong learn this fighting skill?

The God of Killing, Hypnos, exchanged solemn glances with several gods of law enforcement. They all thought of their companions who had drifted to the lower world. Now, watching Wang Dong's sword skills, the familiar killing style seemed to reappear across time and space.

This is no longer a simple feud between father and daughter, but involves a game between two major factions in the divine world.

As a law enforcer, the God of Death knew exactly what this meant. From today on, they would probably have to formally classify the young Butterfly God as a member of the Destruction Faction. This was not because of a choice of position, but because it was already the case.

The law enforcement gods watched the fight between father and daughter coldly. They recalled Tang San's high spirits when he first ascended to the realm of gods. Now looking at the miserable appearance of this God King, they couldn't help but sigh that the world is unpredictable.

It was all his own fault! Despite this, they were still prepared to attack at any time. As long as Wang Dong showed signs of being incapable, they would attack regardless of the consequences.

The God of Killing could not help but recall the changes in the God Realm over the years. Those companions who had ascended to Godhood with Tang San, the God of War and the God of Speed died for him, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess were now not far from death, and the God of Phoenix was even forced by him to inherit the Godhood and only beg for death. Now even his own daughter turned her sword against him, this scene of being deserted by everyone was really ironic.

As a law enforcer, he had witnessed the rotation and replacement of too many gods, but it was rare to see someone like Tang San who played such a good hand so badly. He clearly inherited the dual positions of Sea God and Asura God, but he only focused on cultivating the Sea God position and could not even master the most basic Asura sword intent; he clearly had the help of his life-and-death friends, but he forced them all to become enemies.

The purple-black flames of destruction collided violently with the scarlet power of Shura, and the sword of rebellion drew a perfect killing trajectory in the void. However——

"clang!"

“Do you know?” Tang San’s Shura Demon Sword blocked Wang Dong’s sword, the blood-colored demon pattern on his face twisted into a ferocious smile. He deliberately slowed down his speech, admiring the fluctuations in Wang Dong’s eyes. “Your mother’s situation is very special. She can hold the dual god positions with me, but the tests she endured back then were far less than mine…”

The Shura Demon Sword suddenly glowed with blood, causing the Sword of Rebellion to tremble slightly.

Wang Dong’s dragon wings trembled suddenly, and the purple-black halo in his compound eyes fluctuated slightly.

"She has become even weaker after becoming pregnant. Now every bit of Shura power I use is torture for her." Tang San saw this flaw with satisfaction. Wang Dong was obviously shaken by his words.

"You!" The flames of destruction on the Sword of Rebellion surged wildly.

Tang San took the opportunity to shake the long sword away violently, and the Shura Demon Sword went straight for Wang Dong's throat: "My dear daughter, do you want to guess, will you kill me first, or will your mother and unborn brother be killed by the backlash of divine power first?" The Shura Demon Sword suddenly erupted with a torrent of blood, and the pure God King-level pressure pressed down like a mountain.

Wang Dong only had time to hold the sword horizontally in front of her body. The Sword of Rebellion was shaken violently, and her body rolled several times in the air before she stabilized herself.

“What does it matter if my sword skills are good?” The wound on Tang San’s face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood-colored magic pattern became bright and vivid again. “The gap between a God King and a Level 2 God cannot be made up by this little skill.”

He slowly raised the Shura Demon Sword, and the terrifying Shura Domain unfolded. Even the space began to twist and crack. The flame of destruction around Wang Dong was suppressed to only a thin layer, and the blue and gold patterns on the wing membrane dimmed.

The eyes of the God of Death, Hypnos, instantly turned white, and the magic patterns on his golden armor burst into dazzling white light. The strong murderous intent spread like a substance, and it actually opened up a space under the suppression of the Shura domain.

"Do it!"

Following the order from the God of Death, many Law Enforcement Gods attacked at the same time, thousands of white lights poured down like a rainstorm, each of which was a slash they swung out in an instant. What was even more terrifying was that these slashes intertwined in the air to form a mysterious killing formation, completely blocking all of Tang San's escape routes.

Tang San didn't expect that these law enforcement gods would dare to really attack him like this, and he didn't expect them to cooperate so well. The power of the law contained in the killing array was clearly a confinement designed specifically for gods!

"Just you guys?" Tang San sneered, and the Shura Demon Sword slashed out. The blood-red sword light and the white killing array collided fiercely, erupting with a deafening roar.

Wang Dong, who had regained her human form, had blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. She clenched the long sword in her hand, and the purple-black halo in her eyes flickered. She saw clearly that although the law enforcement gods cooperated well and the killing array was exquisite, they could only draw with Tang San at best due to the absolute power gap. Every time a blood-colored sword light passed by, the white light of the killing array would dim a little.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the God of Killing, and with a light wave of his right hand, the Sword of the God of Killing suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light. A seemingly ordinary white blade of light broke through the air, but at the moment of the attack, it completely locked onto Tang San's consciousness. This seemingly simple attack actually contained the true meaning of thousands of years of killing, leaving Tang San with no way to avoid it and he could only take it head-on.

The battles at the top of the God Realm are often very simple. Under the absolute suppression of power, any skills seem pale and powerless. As a law enforcer who has survived for countless years, Shupros's fighting style is simple and deadly. After all, among all the second-level gods, his strength ranks among the top three, and he can even fight against some first-level gods and remain undefeated.

And he didn't need to defeat Tang San, he just needed to hold him back. Tang San didn't have reinforcements, but he did.

"boom!"

Tang San's figure staggered a few times in the air. Although the white blade of light was blocked, the terrifying murderous intent contained in it surged into his body like a tide. His already precarious consciousness trembled violently, and the blood-colored magic pattern twisted wildly. If the killing power exerted by the God of Death was not the same as the Shura power, this blow would be enough to shatter his unstable consciousness.

Shuprous watched all this with cold eyes. His God-killing Sword had been tempered for tens of millions of years and had long since merged with his body. Every strike of his sword pointed directly at the source of divine consciousness. This was an art of killing created specifically for killing gods. It was ironic to use it on the current Shura God today.

Tang San's consciousness exploded, and blood-red light burst out from his body like a volcano, forcing out all the murderous aura that had invaded the Sword of the God of Death. Facing the second white light blade that Shuprous had already slashed at, he did not dodge, and the Shura Demon Sword in his hand flew out, turning into a shocking blood rainbow, and went straight to Wang Dong who was blown away in the distance.

The sword came too fast and too fiercely. Wang Dong, who was locked by Tang San's divine sense, only had time to raise her sword to block it, and could not dodge it at all. The blood-colored devil sword rapidly enlarged in her eyes, and the terrifying Shura killing intent overwhelmed her like a tide. Even though she was a newly promoted second-level god, even if she was a first-level god, facing this shocking blow, there was no possibility of survival.

Before the devil sword arrived, the sharp sword energy had already cut countless wounds on Wang Dong's body. However, to Tang San's surprise, the God of Death turned a blind eye to Wang Dong's danger, and the sword of the God of Death in his hand did not slow down, but instead increased his divine power, and the white blade of light slashed towards Tang San with a more fierce attitude.

"Kill the main culprit first!" The cold voice of the God of Death echoed on the ice field.

This cruel decision made Tang San's face change greatly. He originally thought that the God of Death would definitely come back to help Wang Dong, but he didn't expect the other party to be so decisive. At this moment, he had lost the Shura Demon Sword and had no time to recall it, so he could only hastily gather his divine power to take the sword.

"Pfft-"

The Shura Sword pierced Wang Dong's chest without any hindrance, and blood fell like rain on the ice field in the far north. The last person who was pierced by Tang San's Shura Sword was the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong.

Wang Dong's body froze in the air for a moment. She looked down at the blood-red magic sword on her chest, and her body fell heavily on the ice field, splashing a blood-red ice crystal. At the moment she landed, Tang San, with the help of the connection with the Shura Sword, flashed and broke through the encirclement of the God of Killing and the God of Law Enforcement, and appeared in front of her.

It really is a super useful tool!

"Ahem!" A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Wang Dong's mouth, and her eyes gradually dimmed. Her fingers tightly grasped the Shura Demon Sword on her chest, and she whispered softly: "At the beginning... did she feel the same way?"

"Rebellious girl, you're still thinking about that evil beast!" Tang San was stunned when he heard Wang Dong's murmur, and then realized that the "she" she was talking about was the dragon. An uncontrollable rage instantly surged in his heart. He remembered how he used the feelings of the Spirit Hall Saint and the Angel Master for him in Douluo Continent to destroy the Spirit Hall's plans time and time again. At that time, he was secretly proud of this. Even his enemies couldn't help but fall in love with him. Isn't this enough to prove his personal charm?

"How dare you?!"

He suddenly felt that he had suffered a great betrayal. How could he tolerate his own daughter having even a little affection for his enemy? This was simply a provocation to his authority! As for whether this was retribution... this thought did not even stay in his mind for half a second. He was the God King, the one who controlled the order of the God Realm. How could retribution dare to find him?

Tang San sneered and stretched out his hand to pull out the magic sword. At this critical moment, Wang Dong suddenly jumped up, holding the sword that pierced his chest tightly with one hand to prevent it from escaping, and the other hand had grasped the silver-white long sword without knowing when. The purple-red arc of destruction on the sword jumped wildly, and it chopped down at Tang San's head with a resolute killing intent!

"How dare you?!" Tang San dodged hastily, but the sword still cut off half of his skull.

Wang Dong suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and spat it directly on Tang San's bloody face. The cold wind from the far north whistled past, rolling up blood-colored ice crystals all over the sky. The Shura Demon Sword was still inserted in her chest, but it became the best shackle to bind Tang San. The purple-black flame of destruction seeped into the wound along with the blood, and eroded the blood-colored magic patterns on his face like a living thing. Those hideous patterns began to twist, disintegrate, and finally completely melted.

After the magic pattern faded, a face twisted with fear was revealed. Tang San stared in disbelief, his lips trembling uncontrollably. He had never thought that the weak and obedient daughter in his memory would dare to fight with him in such a decisive way.

The next moment, the attacks of the law enforcement gods poured down like a rainstorm, and the dazzling white light blasted towards Tang San mercilessly. They didn't care at all that it would affect the seriously injured Wang Dong, and Wang Dong seemed to not care at all, allowing those fatal attacks to brush past her body.

After wounding Tang San, she actually let go of the sword in her hand, and instead used her bloody hands to tightly grasp the hilt of the Shura Demon Sword that was stuck in her chest. The flames of destruction flowed along her arms and wrapped around the sword, firmly imprisoning this super artifact in her body.

"You..." Tang San was horrified to find that his connection with the Shura Demon Sword was being forcibly severed.

Wang Dong raised her head, and an extremely arrogant smile appeared on her bloodstained face. She slowly opened her mouth and said the words that Tang San was very familiar with:

"Tang San, you already have a way to die!"

Tang San's body stiffened. Coming from his own daughter's mouth, these words carried a chilling irony.

Seeing that he couldn't pull out the Shura Demon Sword, Tang San's eyes flashed bloodshot, and he immediately decided to withdraw. But at the moment he turned around, a killing aura purer than that of the God of Killing, Hypnos, suddenly erupted in the attack of the Law Enforcement Gods, and went straight to his back!

"what?!"

Tang San turned his head hastily, his pupils suddenly contracted. A blood-stained magic sickle came through the air, and the blood-red light dancing on the sickle blade made him shudder. This was clearly the Rakshasa artifact that took his life the first time, and now it has become a murder weapon again!

At the critical moment of life and death, Tang San tried his best to move his body sideways half a foot.

"Pfft!"

The muffled sound of the devil sickle piercing through flesh and blood was particularly clear, and the modified sickle blade sank into his right back, protruding from his right chest with dripping divine blood. Tang San stumbled forward, and the blood-colored devil pattern on his face instantly collapsed.

"Huh..." He looked down at the sickle blade on his chest in disbelief. It was stained not only with his divine blood, but also with the remaining aura of the Rakshasa God.

The moment Tang San fell forward, Wang Dong used all his strength to drag the Shura Demon Sword stuck in his chest and moved half a step to the side with difficulty, with obvious disgust on his face, as if he was avoiding something dirty.

This subtle movement was more lethal than any words. Tang San's face hit the ice hard, and the divine blood spurting out from the wound on his right chest dyed a large area of ice red. He struggled to raise his head, but saw Wang Dong's eyes full of undisguised disgust.

All the law enforcement gods stopped their attacks at the same time, and even the killing god Hypnos stood with his sword behind his back. In this strange silence, an unexpected scene happened -

The seriously injured Wang Dong suddenly stumbled forward, the Shura Demon Sword stuck in her chest swayed with her movements, spilling a string of blood. She stumbled towards the figure holding the magic sickle, her bloodstained fingers tightly grasping the other's clothes.

"Hurry! I can still save her! I don't want to die!!!"