Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Facing Mo He's hysterical questioning, Luo Yu smiled and said,

"I'm asking if it's possible."

"Is there even a slight possibility that your Nether God kneeling to me doesn't just strip him of all dignity, but also gives you a sense of pride and sneaky joy?"

"You're talking crap!" Mo He roared, his long hair disheveled, looking like a madman—where had his pride and demeanor gone?

He truly couldn't understand where things had gone wrong.

Beside him, Mo He and the other Heavenly Monarchs also lapsed into contemplation because everything that had happened was too bizarre, and they couldn't understand what Luo Yu had actually done.

"It's freaking glorious and sneaky joy." Qian Daoliu chuckled on the side, unable to hold back his laughter, "The Alliance Hierarch really knows how to stir things up."

"Just mentioning the Nether God, you can tell he's a big shot from the legends. One look at that phantom and you can see how terrifying it is, not to mention if the real body descends."

Saying this, Qian Daoliu shivered involuntarily.

Di Tian said dismissively, "Look at how little resolve you have. Look at the Alliance Hierarch's mental strength, how dominating."

"I am invincible. Do as you please. No one can prevail against me."

"Even if the Heavenly King Lao Zi came here, I'd give him a couple of punches and tell him to roll."

Tang Chen muttered to himself.

It seemed that ever since he met Luo Yu, the man had always been this awesome, refusing to indulge anyone else's faults, ready to fight at a moment's disagreement.

What was initially a horrifying scene suddenly became awkward.

Luo Yu sat nonchalantly on the King's Chair, with his legs crossed, looking down indifferently at Mo He who was kneeling before him.

Seeing that the Three Bows to the Nether God had no effect on Luo Yu, Mo He didn't know whether to stand up or continue kneeling.

He was momentarily lost and embarrassed.

He wondered if he was dreaming; otherwise, how could his secret techniques fail.

It was then that Luo Yu spoke,

"My good son, why have you stopped bowing? The more you bow today, the more I can catch."

With blood-red eyes, Mo He demanded,

"How did you do it?"

"Can't keep up after just a few bows?" Luo Yu waved his hand disdainfully, "Forget it, I don't want an unfilial descendent like you."

"Your secret technique does have some substance, much stronger and more domineering than the Kong Ming Fist and Time Stop from before, but I won't learn this move. Who would like a skill that involves bowing to others for advantage?" Luo Yu said with a face full of disdain.

At that moment, a black shadow sprang from Zhang Ba's back and moved in front of Mo He, helping him to stand up, and glaring coldly at Luo Yu, the shadow said contemptuously,

"Though I don't know how you resisted the Three Bows to the Nether God, you could never learn this move even if you tried until your death."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

The shadow continued, "Only those with the Nether God Bloodline can call forth the Nether God Phantom through the secret techniques, and you, completely lacking the bloodline, learning the Three Bows to the Nether God would be useless."

"You've learned the Kong Ming Fist, you can cast Time Stop, but the dream of mastering the Three Bows to the Nether God will forever remain a dream."

Luo Yu didn't argue and simply smiled,

"I indeed can't learn this move."

"After all, respectable people wouldn't enjoy bowing to others like dogs, even if it was to kill their enemies."

"The dead duck's mouth is hard to close, so let me take you on then." The shadow said, "My name is Void Sky Monarch, and my strength is second only to Elder Mo He."

"This farce should come to an end."

"Do you know why we haven't attacked you altogether?"

"Because a mere native like you isn't worth it."

"It is more important to save face for me and Elder Mo He than the lives of two Heavenly Monarch brothers."

In a single sentence, the people of Soul Land were shocked for ten thousand years.

What kind of moral values were these?

One's face was more important than a comrade's life?

And seriously, saying it so bluntly in front of your companions, weren't you afraid of being stabbed in the back?

Luo Yu frowned.

"So it seems, your You Ming Sacred Heaven lacks humanity."

Void Sky Monarch sneered, "The strong eat meat, the weak eat shit; destiny is in life and death, strength prevails! Only the weak care about the superfluous nature of humanity."

"All emotions will affect the speed at which I kill."

Luo Yu narrowed his eyes.

"Although I do like to show off,"

"I never joke with the life of any creature, let alone a partner."

"Naive."

The Void Sky Monarch sneered disdainfully, waving his hand across the expanse of the sky, and immediately displayed a power vastly different from the three Heavenly Monarchs before.

In an instant, the sky cracked.

Countless spatial rifts opened, and through the dark fissures, one could see the terrifying spatial turbulence behind them.

Each crack, like the maw of the abyss, could devour all vitality.

Gu Yuena was shocked.

In the evolved Soul Land, space had become substantially stable that it was almost frightening, yet with a casual wave of the opponent's hand,

The firmament split open?

What kind of mastery over the power of space did this represent?

The Void Sky Monarch heard the exclamations around him and could not help but curl the corners of his mouth into a cold smile.

"Trembling?"

"Or is it fear?"

"Don't compare me to those three trash from before."

"I might not dare to take Mo He's Three Bows to the Ming God head-on, but if I want to flee, I could instantly be thousands of miles away, and he would not be able to catch up."

"If I wanted to kill him, it would take but a flick of my finger."

Looking at the showing-off freak in front of him, Luo Yu nodded slightly.

"In that case,"

"if I were to use the Three Bows to the Ming God to execute you, you would die with your eyes wide open."

The Void Sky Monarch was stunned for a moment, then said, "What nonsense are you talking about? As I said before, without the Nether God Bloodline, even if you have mastered the secret techniques, you are just practicing in vain."

Luo Yu glanced sideways at Mo He, who looked like a defeated dog.

"Watch carefully."

"Look well, and learn."

"What the hell is called the true Three Bows to the Ming God."

"No, actually, it should no longer be called by that name."

"One refuses to shed tears until they see the coffin."

The Void Sky Monarch crossed his arms, looking down at Luo Yu with scorn as if he were watching a clown, as if beholding a locust in the autumn.

And Mo He was also full of disdain. While you may be immune to my attacks, to dream of mastering our clan's unique secret techniques is pure fantasy.

"Hum——"

"Hum!!"

Luo Yu rose from the King's Chair, his eyes tightly closed, and floated upward.

Streaks of golden light emanated from within his body.

No, to be precise, these golden lights all came from the depths of his soul.

The lights grew stronger and began to spread throughout the heavens and the earth, eventually contracting and converging behind Luo Yu.

The world seemed to vibrate at that moment, and the cracks in the void began to heal rapidly.

The Void Sky Monarch and the others watched in astonishment.

"What's this guy doing?"

"Is this damn thing the Three Bows to the Ming God? Something seems off," Mo He felt something was strange.

When he performed it, it was chilling; how come this guy exudes an unapproachable royal pressure, along with an indescribable air of nobility spreading out?

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Magnificent golden pillars surged behind Luo Yu, reaching up to the heavens.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, eight golden figures emerged from the columns, instantly changing the color of the sky and the earth, with rays of light in tens of thousands, and a domineering imperial pressure swept across Soul Land, causing all living beings to look up at the same time, gazing over…