The Titan Giant Ape felt an unprecedented fatal crisis. He let out a final, earth-shaking roar of rage, frantically burning and mobilizing all the remaining soul power within his body, along with his life essence.
His powerful Gravity Domain was compressed to the limit, condensing in front of him into a pitch-black Gravity Orb that collapsed inward to the extreme, seemingly capable of swallowing light.
Terrifying gravity waves even tore the surrounding space, forming fine black fissures, as he attempted to use this last vestige of power to block the fatal strike.
However, that black light, which represented "End," passed through the gravity barrier—capable of twisting space—without any hindrance, silently and smoothly, like a hot knife through butter or nothingness itself penetrating existence. It continued its unstoppable advance.
In its wake, whether energy, matter, or space, everything was utterly reduced to its most primitive nothingness. It was as if a brush had drawn a profoundly deep, purely black line hundreds of meters long across the canvas of reality.
Lu Jingming slowly lowered the Holy Spear in his hand, its light gradually receding. His gaze was calm as he looked down into the deep pit.
There, only half of a colossal, mountain-like, charred body covered in hard black fur remained—it was the corpse of the Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming.
The once turbulent and overbearing power fluctuations had now completely dissipated into the world.
If he hadn't already condensed a Soul Core, giving him a soul power recovery rate far exceeding ordinary Soul Masters and even rivaling seasoned Titled Douluo, the full-power, transcendent "First Rated Output" liberation might not have been enough to utterly annihilate a fierce beast powerhouse with over one hundred thousand years of cultivation and tenacious vitality in a single blow.
The Titan Giant Ape's strength was indeed astonishing. His pure power and defense were likely second only to the top three existences among the original Ten Great Fierce Beasts in the Soul Beast world.
Coupled with his extremely troublesome, top-tier innate Domain—the Gravity Control Domain—he truly possessed the capital to directly confront and briefly contend with an Ultimate Douluo among human Soul Masters.
Of course, being able to fight briefly and actually being able to win were two different things.
Whether it was previously using the White Flower's power of creation and the authority of the Stigmata to emulate the top-tier Wood Release Secret Technique from the Five Village Skirmish world, condensing a hundred-meter wooden figure for suppression.
Or finally, forcibly activating the First Rated Output of the Black Abyss White Flower through the method of a Soul Power Fusion Skill, both consumed a massive amount of his soul power and spiritual power.
If he hadn't condensed a Soul Core, he would never have possessed such terrifying sustained combat ability.
It would likely have been enough to drain all of his soul power just to maintain the existence and activity of that hundred-meter wooden figure for a short time, let alone the subsequent decisive strike.
Watching the one hundred thousand year Soul Ring, radiating surging energy and a deep blood color, slowly emerge above the Titan Giant Ape's massive, gradually chilling corpse, and the Soul Bone faintly glowing with crystalline light next to the body, Lu Jingming's expression remained unchanged. He took out a specialized soul tool engraved with complex spatial runes and carefully collected and sealed these two treasures.
These items were of little use to him personally; his power system had long surpassed the stage of relying solely on Soul Rings and Soul Bones. However, for the other members of Sea Abyss City and the forces he needed to cultivate in the future, they were priceless, desperately sought-after treasures.
Even with the super-spec cheat of a 100,000-year Stigmata, a 100,000-year Soul Ring and a Soul Bone from a top-tier fierce beast were still rare items that could drive any faction into a frenzy.
Furthermore, the Titan Giant Ape was no ordinary 100,000-year soul beast but a genuine fierce beast standing at the apex of the Soul Beast world.
The quality of the Soul Ring and Soul Bone it produced was absolutely top-notch.
"Er Ming—!!!"
In the distance, Sky Azure Bull Dragon Niu Tian, fiercely entangled with Raiden Mei, suddenly felt a violent tremor in his mind.
He clearly sensed that his brother Er Ming, whose aura was connected to his own and who had accompanied him for countless years, had his powerful life force completely vanish, like a candle flame blown out by a strong wind.
He abruptly turned his head. His massive dragon eyes instantly contracted to the extreme, just in time to see the tragic, half-severed corpse of the Titan Giant Ape in the deep pit, and Lu Jingming using a soul tool to absorb the Soul Ring.
Boundless rage, deep-seated sorrow, utter despair, towering hatred... countless extreme and painful emotions erupted and exploded in his chest like a volcano that had accumulated for ten thousand years.
He could no longer maintain the slightest semblance of calm or reason.
"AONNG—!!!!!"
A dragon roar, laden with endless grief and agony, thundered like a bolt from the nine heavens, shaking the entire sky above Mingdu.
The sheer volume of the sound waves even caused the clouds high in the sky to churn and surge violently.
"Second Father!"
Tang Wutong, whose blood and vital energy were currently churning after a direct clash with Wang Qiuer, instinctively looked in the direction of Niu Tian's heart-wrenching roar.
When her gaze clearly caught the incomparably tragic state of the Titan Giant Ape's corpse, her beautiful face was instantly filled with unbelievable shock, rage, and profound sorrow.
Her slender hand gripping the Haotian Hammer turned white at the knuckles from extreme force, and her delicate body even trembled slightly from the massive impact and fury.
"What exactly do you want?! How have we offended you that you must annihilate us completely?!"
Tang Wutong glared angrily at Wang Qiuer, who closely resembled her. Burning rage blazed in her pink-blue eyes, but deeper within lurked a trace of incomprehension and immense grievance.
She simply couldn't understand why they had suffered such merciless, deadly attacks when they had never actively sought enmity with Lu Jingming and his group.
"It's not about personal grudge, nor is it about worldly interests."
Wang Qiuer's Golden Dragon Spear was as steady as a rock, its tip pointed directly at Tang Wutong's heart. Her eyes were cold and resolute, without the slightest waver.
"This is the predetermined fate between you and me, the script that has already been written for us. And the true culprit who wrote this tragic script is your self-proclaimed exalted God-King Father—he is the one truly responsible for everything that has happened today."
"You... have a grudge with my father?"
Tang Wutong bit her silver teeth, her mind racing. Ultimately, she could only come up with this most direct possibility.
Otherwise, how could Wang Qiuer know so clearly that her father was Tang San, the Law Enforcer of the God Realm?
And why would she show such deep, undisguised disgust and hatred towards him?
"Perhaps you should ask your 'fair and impartial' good father that question yourself."
Wang Qiuer sneered, her tone laced with undisguised sarcasm and coldness.
"Ask him if he has violated the very laws he upholds, if he has openly gone against the God Realm's laws he champions for his own selfish desires or some ulterior motive, arbitrarily interfering with the operations of the lower realm, and even... playing with fate."
Although, from a bloodline root perspective, the fragment of soul Tang San separated from Tang Wutong also contributed to her existence, making him, in a sense, her father, she would never acknowledge this identity in her heart, nor accept this blood relation born of calculation.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Tang Wutong immediately retorted emotionally, her beautiful face flushed crimson with anger.
"My father is the God Realm Law Enforcer! He commands the laws, he is just and incorruptible, and his sole purpose is to maintain the God Realm's order and balance! How could he possibly violate the law he upholds?!"
She naturally couldn't easily believe the biased words of Wang Qiuer, her mortal enemy—they were facing each other with weapons drawn; she wasn't so naive and foolish as to readily trust an opponent's attempt at provocation in the heat of battle.
In the memories and impressions instilled in her since childhood, her father, Tang San, had always been the supreme image of glorious virtue, purity, impartiality, and selflessness. He had toiled tirelessly for the stability and prosperity of the God Realm and was a role model revered by all Gods.
None of the Gods she had encountered in the God Realm as a child had ever spoken ill of her father, either to his face or behind his back.
Not even Uncle Zi, the God of Destruction, whose relationship with her father was clearly not harmonious, had ever used such malicious language to slander him.
Compared to Wang Qiuer's hostile, one-sided accusations, she was naturally more inclined to believe her own experiences and observations.
However... a subtle but unignorable doubt still lingered in her heart.
Her father had clearly and solemnly instructed her through his divine sense to approach Lu Jingming and cultivate a good relationship with him, even hinting that it concerned matters of great importance.
Yet now, Lu Jingming was not only standing completely opposed to her but had also personally killed Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape, who had regarded her as his own daughter.
This intense contradiction and feeling of betrayal gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.
The violent emotional surge impacted Tang Wutong's spiritual world like a tsunami. Beneath the skin of her brow, a profound golden Seagod Trident mark gradually emerged, becoming increasingly clear and dazzling.
An aura of majesty and vastness, unique to a God, diffused outwards.
A brilliant golden divine light enveloped her like an eggshell, making her seem like a true Goddess descending to the mortal world. The aura emanating from her began to uncontrollably soar, constantly breaking through limits.
"Is it coming? Has she finally been forced to this point..."
On the other side, Lu Jingming, who had just put away his soul tool, sensed the change. He abruptly turned and looked toward the direction of Tang Wutong's violently surging aura, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression turning serious.
He knew that the real hard battle was only just beginning.
"Istaroth, prepare to act. Target the divine sense mark on Tang Wutong's brow. You must succeed in one strike."
Not far away, Gu Yuena, who had been quietly observing the situation, gave an order to the leisurely Istaroth next to her, a hint of icy killing intent toward Tang San and anticipation for the coming divine battle flashing in her eyes.
"Perhaps, I won't need to make a move."
Istaroth's tone remained flat, without any discernible ripple. Her gaze lightly swept over the white-haired woman not far away, who stood with her sword clasped and radiated a chilling aura of stillness.
"If the target is a divine existence, that powerful swordswoman is probably more suited to the task... than I am."
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