Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Luo Yu nodded, his deep black eyes gazing at Moxin.

He thought to himself.

Indeed, I do not understand.

For my ancestors were not merely the possessors of a single Divine Spirit, but at least eight, perhaps even more.

He lifted his head, his eyes narrowed, and from his throat burst two words.

"Kneel down!"

In an instant, the sky echoed as if thunder roared, booming continuously, with eight golden apparitions emanating a strong Imperial Way's holy might.

Carrying the momentum of heaven and earth, they crushed down towards Moxin.

The Void Sky Monarch stood beside Moxin at this moment, bearing the crush and impact of this Imperial Way's holy might together.

His scalp tingled with the sensation of an immense terror approaching.

Even as he desperately deployed void techniques to stop it, he found he couldn't shake the space at all; before his eyes surged an endless and terrifying imperial might.

Unable to look directly at it, unable to stop it, he could only resist it fiercely.

His bones cracked and popped, as if bearing the ferocious pressure of a hundred thousand mountains, skin splitting open, oozing countless bloodstains.

At that moment, Moxin felt everything to be so familiar.

It was as if it was he who once enforced the Three Bows to the Ming God on others, and now it was his turn to endure this deathly stillness.

Within the scalp-numbing Imperial Way's holy might, he clenched his teeth; even if his flesh was shattered, he would never kneel.

The Heroic Spirit of the Ming Shen Zu Zong was behind him; if he kneeled, wouldn't his ancestor look down on him and lose all face?

No!

He would rather die and have his Dao dissolve than lose the face of the Ming Shen Clan.

Even in death, he would guard the glory left by the Ming God Ancestor.

"Thump!"

A loud noise resonated in the void.

The stubbornly resisting Moxin was struck as if by lightning, as though a Godly Sword from above pierced through, penetrating his body from crown to sole.

His stiff neck twisted to look at the kneeling Ming God Phantom behind him, his lips trembling, eyes void of spirit.

All brilliance was lost in an instant.

Stupefied.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He shivered.

"He knelt?"

"The Ming God Ancestor knelt?"

First came an incredulous whisper, followed by a frenzy of confusion and roaring screams.

"The ancestor is a Nether God, a true Divine Spirit, how could he kneel before a native?"

"Why!"

"On what grounds!!"

"Ah!!"

"Bang—"

Not only did the Ming God Phantom kneel, but at that moment it also kowtowed to Luo Yu, causing ripples to spread through the void.

Moxin went mad.

He was still stubbornly holding on; all for the glory of the Ming God Ancestor.

And yet the ancestor had kneeled before him?

In an instant, Moxin experienced what it meant to have pride shattered and faith obliterated.

"Having witnessed my true form, do you still not kneel?"

The authoritative and dominating voice reverberated in the void, and the Void Sky Monarch uncontrollably knelt down, his eyes filled with fear.

And Moxin, as if losing all volition, felt his knees weaken and was about to kneel.

But then a stunning golden arc light flashed across the sky, not only severing Moxin's legs, but also the legs of the nearby Void Sky Monarch, both completely severed at their roots, blood spraying.

Luo Yu's eyes flickered with disdain.

"Kneeling to me is acceptable."

"Kneeling to them? You two aren't worthy."

The other Heavenly Monarchs stood petrified, thoroughly intimidated by the Imperial Way's holy might, with none daring to move a finger to save them.

They looked expectantly at Mo He, only to find that the once proudly radiant Mo He harbored no arrogance in his eyes now, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He stared fixedly at Luo Yu and the eight golden apparitions, not daring to make a rash move.

He even thought of fleeing.

To return to You Ming Sacred Heaven to summon the ancestor.

Meanwhile, the women of the Life God King, upon hearing Luo Yu's domineering statement, their Beautiful Eyes shimmered with intense fascination, bodies trembling.

Nether Gods.

Those were Nether Gods.

Beings of legend in the upper planes, who would kneel as soon as commanded, even faster than their own descendants.

This was enough to reveal how terrifying the golden apparitions behind Luo Yu were.

Qian Daoliu stood with his mouth agape; Luo Yu's extraordinary performance had once again shattered his perceptions.

This is just ridiculous.

They asked you to mimic the opponent's skills, not to surpass them.

The other summoned one Nether God, and you just summoned eight; isn't this just playing dirty?

As a descendant of the Nether God, the opponent was already so formidable.

But for Luo Yu, who could summon eight golden shadows, how overwhelmingly powerful must he be?

What kind of bloodline does this guy have?

Qian Daoliu suddenly realized that Luo Yu appeared out of nowhere, and no one knew where his bloodline originated from.

Could he be a top progeny from another plane that got lost?

Possible!

Very possible.

Qian Daoliu felt as if he had stumbled upon a guess that was closest to the actual truth of the matter.

Otherwise, how could one explain Luo Yu's monstrous strength and his rocket-like speed of progression—it was simply unnatural.

Luo Yu looked at the Void Sky Monarch and Moxin floating in the void, their bodies a vague and gruesome sight.

"Moxin, you asked why I was immune to your Three Bows to the Nether God."

"Now do you understand?"

Moxin's Dao heart collapsed, and he stared blankly at the awe-inducing figure; all his pride was crushed to dust.

Pressed into the soil and brutally ground down.

He still struggled to accept reality, feeling as if it were all a dream.

"Impossible, how could this be possible."

"How could the Ming God Ancestor bow in subordination."

Luo Yu said coldly,

"Don't feel that your ancestor bowing down is disgraceful."

"It's possible that other Divine Spirits wish to bow but don't have the chance to."

Luo Yu turned and glanced at the eight towering figures.

In the face of others, they seemed so fierce and imperiously majestic.

But what Luo Yu felt was a kind of gentleness, closeness, and love.

As if a father figure was looking after his offspring.

In that instant, Luo Yu seemed to see the shadows of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors clearing the path and opening the way for the Yan Huang People.

A sense of pride as a Yan Huang person rose within him.

He turned his head back and said softly,

"To bow to them, to bow to my Yan Huang blood, is not a disgrace but the glory of your Ming Shen Clan."

Moxin shook his head, unable to accept the reality.

"No! No!!"

Luo Yu nodded: "Since you don't cherish the chance to bow, then—"

"Die!"

The eight golden shadows unleashed endless Imperial might, Moxin screamed, and the bowing Ming God Phantom behind him exploded directly, the blood mist spreading and instantly evaporating.

All pride ceased to exist, like illusory bubbles that burst at the slightest touch before the magnificent Imperial might.

Luo Yu's gaze hadn't even shifted to another side when he heard a panic-stricken, hurried voice.

"I am willing to submit!"

"I wish to submit to you!!"

Luo Yu saw the fearful and trembling Heavenly Monarch Void with his legs severed.

He nodded in agreement.

The Void Sky Monarch was overjoyed, having salvaged his life.

Luo Yu said, "Since you've submitted, then obey my command and die."

"What?"

"Die?"

The Void Sky Monarch stood there dumbfounded.

I acknowledged you as my big brother, and now you want my life?

"Disagree?"

With a sweep of Luo Yu's hand, endless Imperial might erupted, and the Void Sky Monarch exploded on the spot, his Divine Spirit shattering. As he was dying, he heard Luo Yu say, "I don't need a dog that doesn't obey."

The heck?

Are you playing with me??

So submitting also means death.

If I don't submit, you'll just beat me to death, right?

"The heck with you…"

The Void Sky Monarch cursed bitterly, full of humiliation, but before he could finish swearing, he died abruptly.

It wasn't clear whether he was crushed to death by the Imperial Way's holy might or if he was literally fuming to death...