Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Bi Bidong and the other masters of Soul Land were completely dumbstruck.

They couldn't understand Mo Xin's actions at all.

How had the fight turned into worship?

Of course, they didn't think Mo Xin was a fool, but they really couldn't figure out what the Heavenly Monarchs of the You Ming Sacred Heaven were up to with their strange tactics.

Every one of their methods seemed a bit too eerie.

Luo Yu slightly parted her red lips, wanting to warn Luo Yu to be careful, but she stopped herself.

After all, she knew Luo Yu was no fool—his combat instincts were far sharper than hers, so why distract him with a warning?

Qian Daoliu's eyes were glued to the scene.

"This You Ming Sacred Heaven, their way of fighting is nothing like our Martial Soul System,"

Tang Chen nodded.

"That's right, can you really cultivate to such a strong level without a Martial Soul? Terrifying indeed."

"Without our Alliance Hierarch bearing the brunt, we would have been crushed in moments."

"Both of you shut up, why talk so much?" Bi Bidong frowned sternly, glaring at them sharply.

Although she knew Tang Chen and the other were only talking to relieve their tension due to the excessive stress.

But with her man fighting a life and death battle at the forefront, her heart couldn't calm down, and hearing others talk made her want to snap.

With an air of reverence, Mo Xin bowed respectfully.

Mo He and the other Heavenly Monarchs' mouths curved into a bloodthirsty cold smile.

"This guy is finished."

"Mo Xin's elaborate bowing ceremony is not something that can be easily received."

"There's a good show coming up, tsk tsk."

Luo Yu's face bore a faint smile, but he was on full alert inside.

The techniques of the You Ming Sacred Heaven were extraordinarily tricky; even he couldn't help but want to secretly learn from them, showing how magical their secret techniques were.

A moment of carelessness could easily capsize the ship in the gutter.

If that happened, the entire Soul Land would be doomed along with him.

"Hmm?"

"Why is there no movement?"

After Mo Xin bowed, there was silence all around, prompting the crowd to exclaim in surprise.

"Could it be another invisible attack?"

The crowd speculated.

"Here it comes."

Luo Yu was the first to sense something, his pupils constricting.

Behind Mo Xin, the empty space tremored, revealing a huge black hole about a hundred meters across. It seemed to connect to a place unknown.

It emitted a dense Youming aura, and ghostly winds howled.

A pressure emanated from it.

"Step—"

The void trembled as if it were about to shatter.

The crowd was shocked.

The space of Soul Land was now as solid as fortified gold. Even a Divine King going all out could not stir up even the smallest ripple.

Whatever was about to emerge from the black hole, even before it appeared, the void began showing signs of fracturing.

In that instant, everyone could feel an overwhelming pressure, like the will of the heavens, furiously bearing down on Luo Yu.

Luo Yu's arms tremored as he executed the Kong Ming Fist in an attack, but found it completely unable to dissipate the overwhelming pressure.

Then he attempted Time Stop, only to discover that even as time stood still, the pressure continued to descend unabated, unaffected in the slightest.

"It's not an energy attack, nor a spiritual tactic."

Luo Yu's sharp combat instincts quickly determined that this was an unknown power.

There was no dodging or avoiding it.

The only option was to endure it.

"Roar!"

He let out a primal roar, elevating his condition to its peak, his body radiating an explosion of resplendent divine light.

He seemed to become the center of heaven and earth.

With his back bent, Mo Xin sneered:

"You mere primitive, you can't learn this move, nor can you block it."

"Meet your end," he said.

"Boom—"

The immense pressure crossed the void, and a strange force instantly crushed onto Luo Yu, who was radiant with light.

"Crack, crunch—"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes on the verge of splitting.

Because they saw that all the defensive measures displayed by Luo Yu were of no use, completely unable to stop the invasion of that force.

His body was torn apart, and countless golden droplets of blood flowed out, instantly turning him into a bloodied figure.

That force continued to erode his meridians and bones.

Even his bones emitted sounds of fracturing.

Luo Yu's body had an incredibly powerful healing ability, visibly circulating golden substance within the bones, continuously aiding in the merging of his bones, while divine light surged through his flesh, repairing his shattered body and combating the eerie pressure.

At this moment, he seemed impervious to the pain of his body splitting open. Purple-Gold Divine Light stirred in the depths of his eyes, fixating on Moxin, observing every movement, the direction of the flow of power in his meridians, and what existence was hidden within the black hole behind him.

"Swoosh."

The strange pressure eventually ran out of power and dissipated.

Bi Bidong and the rest sighed in relief, but their eyes were filled with distress because the man's current state was extremely pitiful, with blurry flesh and blood.

But Luo Yu's gaze remained sharp and focused, unflinchingly staring at Moxin. To everyone, he said,

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Upon hearing this, the distress in everyone's eyes did not fade but grew even stronger.

All these injuries were for the sake of protecting them.

The man was fighting a lonely battle while they could only watch, unable to help, and their hearts couldn't help but sour, with Gu Yuena's beautiful eyes growing dim.

"Clap, clap, clap—"

Moxin had by now straightened his back, clapping his hands with a cold smirk.

"Not bad."

"To think you actually took it, you really surprised me. No wonder you managed to defeat Moro and Mo Ao."

Luo Yu stomped his foot, and his body surged with vibrant vitality. The old scabbed blood fell away, replaced by skin wrapped in a glow like precious jade, sharp and well-defined.

And the power of his qi and blood seemed to rise, as if he had just used Moxin to temper his physical body.

"As a son pays his respects, a father must, of course, accept it unharmed," he said.

Moxin didn't seem annoyed, instead, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

"Now, all you can do is talk big," he said.

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrow, "My son wouldn't still want to pay his respects to his father, would he?"

Moxin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"How was the taste just now?"

"Let me tell you the truth, that was just a warm-up, and it forced you into such a sorry state."

"Now—"

"You can go die," Moxin said.

The atmosphere around Moxin changed suddenly, becoming exceptionally solemn and reverent, his face covered in a layer of eerie black qi.

He bent over at a ninety-degree angle, his throat vibrating, emitting a strange voice that seemed to travel through the ages, as if from ancient times.

"Nether God's Three Knocks—"

"First Form!"

"Rend the Flesh."

"Buzz—"

A terrifying black qi issued from the black hole behind Moxin, as a shadow stepped out.

In an instant, Luo Yu felt as if a malevolent force were bearing down on him, like thousands of mountains crashing down upon him.

The onlookers, although just spectating, felt a sense of suffocating despair, as if they were drowning.

The Heavenly Monarchs behind Mo He sneered coldly.

"Despair, tremble," they said.

"The sensation of the Nether God's Three Knocks, even a Rank 20 Ancestral Realm strong one wouldn't want to face it head-on. It grinds Destiny, exterminating body and soul."

This time, all the Heavenly Monarchs believed Luo Yu was finished.

What Destiny and fortune could a native have against the strange power of the Nether God's Three Knocks? Conventional methods simply couldn't withstand it.

Just as everyone thought the outcome was decided,

surging golden light suddenly burst forth from Luo Yu...