Douluo: My Shura Armor, Shura God, get lost!

Chapter 37 The Arrogant Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong! One punch and she's crushed!

Ripples spread across the six divine pillars of light.

A series of powerful ripples spread outwards.

The mere fluctuation of his aura was enough to make the elders and enshrined members of the Spirit Hall feel suffocated, forcing them to circulate their soul power to barely resist.

Their expressions turned serious.

"The deity has emerged from seclusion..."

Boom boom boom—

Boom boom boom—

The four divine beams of light suddenly expanded violently.

In an instant, Poseidon Island was turned upside down. Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and four magnificent colors filled the sky. The divine aura that looked down upon all living beings reached its peak.

It makes one feel an irresistible urge to bow down and worship.

"The gods..."

"Is this the power of the gods?"

Everyone present was a Title Douluo powerhouse.

There are also powerhouses like Di Tian and Qian Daoliu, who seem to be only a hair's breadth away from being gods.

But they all knew.

What may seem like a tiny difference is actually a world of difference.

That is the ultimate leap in the level of life under the ultimate sublimation.

"Six deities..."

"Can His Holiness the Pope withstand this...?"

Deep worry appeared in the eyes of the Spirit Hall members.

This time, even with all the confidence in Su Moxie, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Although Su Moxie had once slaughtered gods, those were the gods' divine thoughts or their human projections.

But now, the opponent is a true god, and there are six of them at once.

"I will forcibly inherit the title of Angel God!"

Qian Renxue clenched her fists, a resolute glint flashing in her pale golden eyes.

Bibi Dong glanced at Su Moxie, and seeing that Su Moxie's expression remained calm and indifferent, she reached out her hand and grasped Qian Renxue's.

"Let's wait and see."

Qian Renxue is not yet able to bear the power of the Angel God.

If one forcibly inherits the title of the Angel God, one will surely perish after the initial brilliance.

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled.

Although she and Bibi Dong were mother and daughter, their relationship had never been good.

This is the first time we've ever been so intimate since we were children.

Qian Renxue tried to break free of his hand.

But feeling the slippery sweat in Bibi Dong's palms... Bibi Dong's heart was not at peace.

She didn't move, letting Bibi Dong pull her along.

Bibi Dong's expression was cold, and a sinister purple light gradually emerged in her eyes.

"His Holiness the Pope has ordered me to sever ties with the past."

"The Spirit Hall also prospered under his leadership."

"If His Holiness the Pope is no match for the six gods, I will inherit the power of the Rakshasa."

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, and she said softly:

"I...I'll be with you."

The four expanding pillars of divine light gradually subsided.

Four figures were enveloped in a pillar of divine light, and they gradually ascended to stand in the sky.

"Is this the power of the gods?"

"It's...wonderful."

Dai Mubai felt the surging divine power within his body.

He clenched his right fist, closed his eyes in blissful intoxication, and felt so powerful that he could punch a hole in the sky.

Ma Hongjun has a pair of phoenix wings on his back, and the surrounding phoenix flames distort the space around him.

"Let those ants below feel the wrath of the gods."

Ning Rongrong, dressed in a nine-colored celestial robe, smiled and said:

"Third Brother's inheritance of dual divine positions will take a while. Shouldn't we wait for him?"

Oscar said with a smile:

"Third Brother doesn't need to take action."

"The power of mortals is too insignificant; we will suffice."

Ning Rongrong glanced coquettishly at the other three and said:

"It's a deal, Su Moxie, you're leaving it to me."

Dai Mubai and the others nodded indifferently.

In the past, Su Moxie was someone they had to look up to.

But now they have become gods, and in the words of the sea god... Su Moxie can kill them with a flick of his hand.

The four figures gradually disappeared.

When they reappeared, they were surrounded by divine light, standing in mid-air, and appeared in front of the Spirit Hall members.

Such an imposing appearance.

This caused the expressions of the elders and worshippers to change drastically.

Nearly twenty titled Douluo powerhouses staggered back several steps.

"Su Moxie..."

Ning Rongrong looked at Su Moxie, her pretty face filled with intense resentment.

"What did you do to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

She already knew this on Poseidon Island.

Su Moxie nearly unified the continent, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was not spared either.

"Your father is crying in prison, clutching the fragments of the Seven Kill Sword."

Su Moxie looked at Ning Rongrong and the other three, who had become gods, with great interest, and said lazily:

"Don't worry, I'll reunite your family soon."

Ning Rongrong's seven-colored fairy robes fluttered without wind, and the vast divine power caused the elders and worshippers to take several steps back.

"Su Moxie, you'd better die!"

"Big...bold!"

The elders and the temple staff were unhappy.

Although they trembled slightly in the face of the gods, they still stepped forward despite their fear.

"How dare they speak to His Holiness the Pope like that?"

Without saying a word.

The seven elders, led by Qian Daoliu, unleashed their surging soul power, which coalesced into martial spirits.

They all unleashed their strongest soul skills, attacking Ning Rongrong.

The seven knew they were no match for the gods.

But it's good that it can serve as a reference for Su Moxie, allowing him to understand just how powerful the gods are.

Furthermore, since support-type deities lack offensive capabilities, they might not be invincible.

"Heh, a bunch of ants."

Ning Rongrong looked disdainful.

She stretched out her hand, and in her palm floated a golden, nine-jeweled glazed pagoda.

"Only after becoming a god can one truly know how powerful a god really is."

"Nine treasures transform into crystal—"

"The Nine Treasures have a name, the ninth one being: The Nine Treasures' Invincible Divine Light."

A dazzling light emanated from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda and landed on Ning Rongrong.

The combined attack of seven Title Douluos of level 95 and above struck the seemingly thin radiance, yet it didn't even create a ripple.

It vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

"What?!"

The seven worshippers all looked horrified.

"snort!"

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly.

With a sudden flick of her nine-colored sleeves, she sent the seven worshippers flying back, coughing up blood.

She is a support-type deity and has no offensive skills.

But even pure divine power is something that a so-called Title Douluo cannot withstand.

"Are the gods... truly invincible?"

The hearts of everyone in the Spirit Hall sank to the bottom.

This is only a support-type deity.

The other three deities hadn't even made a move yet, but their cat-and-mouse gazes instilled despair in everyone.

"Rakshasa God..."

"Angel God..."

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue decided to forcibly use the power of the gods.

And just then...

Su Moxie walked slowly toward Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong, enveloped in divine light, sneered at Su Moxie without flinching:

"After I was deified as the Nine-Colored Goddess, my soul skills underwent a transformation."

"Ninth Soul Skill - Nine Treasures Invincible Divine Light, can be used ten times a day, each time granting invincibility for one second."

"Come on, Su Moxie, try using your weak attacks..."

(End of this chapter)