Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

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"Boom!"

The sky plunged into darkness.

As the Nether God Phantom stepped out of the black hole, revealing its overbearing true visage that looked down upon the world, the entire void trembled.

Towering evil energy released unrestrainedly, crushing down on Luo Yu like a mountain collapsing into the sea.

At that moment, Luo Yu seemed to be forsaken by the heavens and the earth.

About to be crushed, about to kneel.

Life and Dao about to be extinguished.

However, at this critical moment, something within Luo Yu seemed to awaken, no, more precisely, something long dormant within his soul was activated by the oppressive might of the Nether God.

And all of this went unnoticed by everyone else.

Bi Bidong, the Life God King, Gu Yuena, and others shuddered uncontrollably because the pressure of the Nether God was too terrifying, as if it could suppress the entire world, its level of life fundamentally different from ordinary beings.

Everyone couldn't help but think, if just a phantom was this terrifying, how overwhelming would the true Descent of the Ming God be?

Bi Bidong bit her lip hard.

Standing so far away, and not being targeted specifically, she already felt like her physical body was about to collapse, her spirit about to be destroyed.

What kind of pressure then must Luo Yu, at the storm's eye, be enduring?

"Hahaha."

Moxin, who was kneeling on the ground, looked miserable, bloodied hands plunged into his chest, his laughing mouth filled with blood.

But he was mad with triumph.

"Primitive, let's see if you die this time."

"With the Descent of the Nether God, what will you use to block it!"

"Even Zu Jing Qiang Zhe would only hide, not daring to withstand the Three Bows to the Nether God head-on, since the cost would be just too great."

"Oh?"

At that moment, an amused voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

All the Heavenly Monarchs, including Mo He, had their pupils contract.

And the people of Douluo were instantly overjoyed, because that was Luo Yu's voice, which they were all too familiar with.

Moxin stared at Luo Yu.

Looking at Luo Yu at the center of the storm, he saw that Luo Yu had retracted the Fortune Dragon and Merit Golden Light, and no breath emitted from his body, as ordinary as any other person.

But he was unscathed.

This scene shocked everyone.

Moxin let out an incredulous sharp howl.

"Impossible!"

"How can you be unharmed in the face of the Three Bows to the Nether God."

Luo Yu's lips curved into a slight smile, he slowly said:

"Is there a possibility..."

"That my lineage has always been nobler than yours, and that it is only natural for you to kneel before me."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Moxin shouted angrily, "I am a descendant of the Nether God, a top-tier lineage even in You Ming Sacred Heaven."

"How can a native like you even compare to me?"

Luo Yu nodded.

"Then why is the person kneeling you, and not me?"

Moxin almost bit his tongue.

This bastard is so f*cking infuriating!

I knelt to kill you, damn it.

Who the hell said I was kneeling to you.

But now the other party indeed appeared unscathed, Moxin internally began to doubt and fear.

The Three Bows to the Nether God had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

It was not just that the target hadn't immediately died; he was actually able to talk and laugh with Moxin?

That was completely absurd.

"My dear child, since you enjoy kneeling so much, why not give your father a few more bows?" Luo Yu taunted.

Moxin's teeth made a grating sound.

"Just be afraid I'll bow, and you won't have a life to catch them!"

Luo Yu folded his arms.

The Power of Heaven and Earth gathered behind him, forming a throne.

He sat down directly, casually crossing his legs.

"Good son, go ahead and bow."

"Your father is ready."

Moxin was completely frantic, his chest fluctuating, his wound spurting blood continuously, yet he didn't care one bit.

"You piece of sh*t!!"

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Swearing to kill Luo Yu at any cost, no matter the price.

Don't look down on people like that.

The Three Bows to the Ming God is a famous Great Divine Power of the You Ming Sacred Heaven, how could it meet with defeat in such a low-level plane.

As for the people of Soul Land, they were all agape with amazement.

Qian Daoliu couldn't help but say,

"Alliance Hierarch, this... isn't this a bit too arrogant?"

"Do you know the Alliance Hierarch only from today?" Tang Chen gave him a sidelong glance.

Seeing such confidence in the man, Gu Yuena couldn't help but mutter,

"Brother Yu must have some kind of ace up his sleeve to suddenly be so confident."

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking resounded; it turned out to be Moxin biting off the five fingers of his other hand and inserting them into his heart.

Blood plasma surged forth, and more complex Array Patterns were outlined in the void beneath him.

Scarlet light flooded the sky.

"Descendant Moxin, I beseech the Ming God Ancestor to reveal himself."

"Boom!"

The sinister and noble shadow in the sky began to show signs of revival.

Moxin was staring at Luo Yu like a vengeful ghost.

Teeth gritted, every word emphatic.

"Blood Sacrifice: Three Bows to the Ming God!"

He knelt heavily in the void, sending ripples spreading out.

Then—

He solemnly bowed his head in respect.

A devastating pressure descended upon Luo Yu, seeming to tear him apart, to obliterate him from the depths of his soul.

Crush him.

"Keh keh keh—"

Moxin let out a ghostly, harrowing, cruel laugh, thinking that his opponent on the other side must already be dead.

But when he looked up, he saw Luo Yu unharmed, sitting there with interest.

Those eyes... as if watching a clown.

Moxin couldn't believe it; after all he had done, his opponent was still unscathed.

Did the Ancestor go easy?

Spare this guy a dog's life?

Or could it be that this guy is also a Descendant of the Ming God, hence immune to this move?

Impossible!

Moxin was driven to madness, knocking his head on the ground repeatedly. This mystifying act not only stunned Bi Bidong and the others but also left his teammates bewildered.

As Moxin bowed his head as if it cost him nothing, his own body started to show signs of decay, as if he was paying an unimaginable price and suffering backlash.

But the effect was remarkably effective.

The vitality on the Ming God Phantom grew stronger and stronger, as if about to truly resurrect.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon Luo Yu, one that would have killed ordinary people with just one of Moxin's prostrations.

What about Luo Yu, who was being continuously revered by Moxin's bows?

Still unharmed.

He sat there, calm and composed, as if immune to all pressure.

Righteously enduring Moxin's worship.

No, there seemed to be a hint of disdain.

Mo He, usually indifferent, was also shocked now. He was well aware of Moxin's strength, and the Three Bows to the Ming God was definitely a top level secret technique of the You Ming Sacred Heaven.

Yet, after nearly breaking his head in respect, the enemy was not even slightly troubled?

What kind of monster was this, what exactly had happened?

"Sigh—"

Luo Yu suddenly let out a sigh, shaking his head helplessly.

"Before, I always thought my charm was aimed at women, but I didn't expect it to be so effective against enemies today."

"In the midst of battle, to be subdued by my strength and start to bow frantically."

"Pfft!"

Moxin spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes darkened, almost fainting on the spot.

He knelt there, his gaze crazily sweeping over the Nether God Phantom and Luo Yu, as if he had lost his mind.

"Why!"

"Why can't the Nether God harm you?"