Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Boom!"

Streaks of golden radiance burst forth in the sky.

Eight dazzling golden silhouettes shone in all directions, emanating infinite imperial majesty.

Luo Yu's entire form was like that of a golden statue, resplendent with radiance.

He exuded an aura of indescribable nobility.

All things in heaven and earth seemed to bow before him, his dominance unparalleled.

In the blink of an eye, he had annihilated the self-proclaimed invincible Moxin and Void Sky Monarch, not even giving them a chance to retaliate.

The likes of Bi Bidong and Qian Daoliu from Soul Land were utterly shocked.

After experiencing the great war in the Divine Realm, they thought they had seen through Luo Yu's capacities, only to discover that what they had seen was merely the tip of the iceberg.

He could casually imitate the Ancestral Ultimate Technique of the You Ming Sacred Heaven, and even more, he summoned eight golden shadows more terrifying than the Nether God.

Everyone was plunged into profound shock.

Meanwhile, in every corner of Soul Land, all creatures looked up at the sky and fell to their knees as if witnessing a divine miracle.

As for Mo He and the other Heavenly Monarchs, they were thoroughly intimidated.

Goosebumps covered their bodies.

They had never imagined Luo Yu could be so frightening.

It was one thing for him to master the Hui Kong Ming Fist and to accept that he had learned Time Stop, but for him to have also mastered the Three Bows to the Ming God, what was going on?

This was an exclusive secret technique of the Ming Shen Clan.

No, this wasn't just learning; it was clear he had achieved a heaven-defying level of transcendence.

The eight golden silhouettes gave them a feeling even more terrifying than the Nether God himself.

This was unacceptable to the various Heavenly Monarchs.

One must know that the Nether God was a divine spirit of legend within the You Ming Sacred Heaven, far more formidable than the horrifying Ancestral Realm powerhouses by many orders of magnitude.

Yet even compared to these eight silhouettes, the Ming God Phantom was far too lacking.

Like comparing the light of fireflies to the blazing sun.

Mo He drew a deep breath; his normally unchanging calm was stirred to its core.

This was supposed to be a low-level plane?

What kind of low-level plane could be this terrifying?

Who exactly was this kid?

At this moment, the other Heavenly Monarchs were already scared, entertaining the thought of retreat.

A dark shadow approached Mo He.

"Big brother, should we... maybe it's better to retreat first," it said.

"This kid is a bit too freakish; we should have the ancestors deal with him," it pleaded.

Mo He turned, his gaze cold as he looked at the figure.

"Are you scared?"

The shadow lowered its voice, speaking mournfully:

"Big brother, this kid is too abnormal, it's just not normal."

"Our secret techniques are useless against him."

Mo He said:

"You—"

"Are trash."

"That doesn't mean I am as well."

The shadow noticed the dangerous aura emanating from Mo He, trembled violently, and dared not speak further.

It silently retreated behind Mo He.

Mo He looked around at the various Heavenly Monarchs.

"Those who are scared can leave first; I won't stop you."

The Heavenly Monarchs' expressions changed unpredictably, caught in a quandary.

To their eyes, Luo Yu was both terrifying and mysterious, yet Mo He wasn't someone to be trifled with either.

They were very aware of Mo He's terror.

Although they were all Heavenly Monarchs, the true value of their titles was not equal; they knew full well the vast gulf between them and Mo He.

Frozen in place, they dared not act rashly.

Mo He scoffed:

"As a Heavenly Monarch of the You Ming Sacred Heaven, you ought to act like one and not embarrass ourselves in public."

"If word gets out that you were scared of a native, you'd be the laughingstock of all."

Monarchs like Moro felt like crying.

They had come here planning a dimensionally reduced assault, thinking to bully the weak and fear the strong, but who knew they'd find themselves up against such a hard nut to crack.

They thought about fleeing, but catching sight of Mo He's terrifying glare, they dared not move.

Looking at the eight brilliant golden silhouettes behind Luo Yu, Moro was scared to death.

He cursed inwardly.

"Mo He, you fool, it's fine to show off, but don't fucking drag me to death with you."

"Boom!"

Luo Yu stepped out from the void, looking down with contempt at the group of Heavenly Monarchs above Zhang Bá's head.

When they first arrived, they were all vigorous and imposing. Now, except for Mo He, the others had less arrogance in their eyes, replaced with fear and dread.

Up until now, no one dared to underestimate this so-called "native."

They regarded him as a lifelong formidable enemy.

Luo Yu slowly spoke, with eight golden phantoms protecting him from behind.

"Who dares to fight me?"

His voice had an inexplicable penetrating power that echoed in the sky, resonating with heaven and earth.

Mo Luo and other Heavenly Monarchs shrank their necks—in the end, no one dared to come forward.

Even the giant beast Zhang Bá unconsciously coiled up its body a bit, truly terrified.

"A bunch of trash, disguisting."

Mo He coldly uttered, without any noticeable movement, he abruptly appeared in the void opposite Luo Yu.

He stared at Luo Yu and then suddenly smiled.

"You—"

"are worthy of being my opponent."

Luo Yu's mouth curled up in a smile.

"Killing the Heavenly Monarchs of You Ming Sacred Heaven is like slaughtering chickens and dogs. Even at this time, you can't let go of your so-called pride?"

"Hmph."

Mo He mocked with a cold laugh,

"I admit, you're strong."

"But…"

"It's only in comparison to these waste."

"Oh?"

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, his Yan Huang soul was boiling, brimming with fighting spirit.

"You seem very confident in yourself?"

Mo He sighed, looking up at the endless, distant universe.

"I wouldn't have left home if a Zu Jing Qiang Zhe hadn't asked for my help."

"After all, in this star field, I'm invincible below the Ancestral Realm; others can't begin to comprehend how lonely this invincibility is."

"Too weak opponents only serve to put me to sleep."

A spasm crossed Luo Yu's face.

He had seen show-offs before, and he himself sometimes showed off, but had never encountered one like Mo He.

Mo He shifted his gaze to Luo Yu, continuing,

"Actually, even the Zu Jing Qiang Zhe are nothing to me, for given the time to cultivate, surpassing them is just a matter of time."

"Even the Shen Ling Jingjie, I, the Heavenly Monarch, can certainly reach it."

"Originally, I disdained to take action against someone like you, an ant."

"But your continuous splendid performances have somewhat alleviated my drowsiness."

"Come on, make your move."

Mo He's crimson tongue licked his lips as two bizarre clouds of black fog erupted in his eyes.

"Show your full strength, try to please me to your utmost. If you can even injure me, I don't mind leaving your whole corpse."

"You fucking disgust me!"

In an instant, Luo Yu only wanted to annihilate this show-off freak. He didn't want him to live in this world for another second.

"Kneel!"

A roar burst from his throat as the eight golden phantoms displayed their magnificent divine might.

The other Heavenly Monarchs—thump—

directly knelt down on Zhang Bá's head; only at this moment did they realize the pressure that the Void Sky Monarch and Moxin had faced.

At the same time, they couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Moxin's Three Bows to the Ming God meant kneeling to others, and if others couldn't withstand it, they would burst open.

Are you making others kneel to you, and if they can't withstand it, they explode?

Put simply, three words: unworthy of kneeling.

Kneeling recklessly led to death!

At this moment, other than fear, the Heavenly Monarchs felt utter submission; it was too much.

But at the same time, they looked up, towards where Mo He was.

They all knew, right now, the one facing the most pressure should be Mo He.

As long as Mo He didn't fall, then they hadn't lost, and there was a chance for revenge.