Ning Rongrong knew that conventional methods were no longer of any use.
Oscar flickered to her side, his handsome face filled with gravity. He glanced at the retreating Tang Hao and Ah Yin, then looked toward Robin in the distance—who was still singing softly as if nothing concerned her—and finally fixed his gaze on Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong, let me," he said, his voice low.
Ning Rongrong understood exactly what Oscar meant. That was their final trump card, an ace Oscar had kept hidden until now.
"Do it," Ning Rongrong nodded.
With her confirmation, Oscar no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath and produced a sausage.
The appearance of this sausage was entirely different from any he had ever made. Its entire body presented a bizarre, dark red hue, as if it were made of coagulated, dried blood, and its surface was covered in profound, blood-colored runes. Just by bringing it out, a tragic, overbearing, and terrifying aura—filled with the sense of endless slaughter and judgment—spread uncontrollably.
Even Lu Jingming, further away, instinctively turned his gaze toward him.
This was the divine skill that had evolved from Oscar's own soul skills after he became the God of Food: the God-grade Mirror Image Sausage. What he had replicated was not someone else's soul skill, but the supreme divine skill displayed by God King Tang San when utilizing the Asura God position—the Asura Blood Sword.
Without a moment's hesitation, he opened his mouth and fiercely swallowed the sausage that radiated an ominous aura.
Boom—!!!!
The moment the sausage entered his stomach, an indescribable, extremely violent blood-colored divine power exploded within Oscar's body. Countless blood streaks instantly burst across the surface of his skin. Divine blood surged out like a fountain, only to be vaporized the moment it left his body by that blood-colored power.
"Ugh... Aaaaahhhhh—!!!"
Oscar let out a roar of extreme agony. His eyes instantly turned blood-red, devoid of any emotion, containing only the purest judgment and slaughter of all things. Wrapped in blood-colored divine light, his body was forcibly pulled taller and expanded. His magnificent God of Food divine armor shattered piece by piece, replaced by a set of Asura Demon Armor condensed from blood-colored divine power, covered in hideous barbs and slaughter runes.
A terrifying pressure that far surpassed a Second-class God, surpassed even a First-class God, and truly reached the realm of a God King erupted from him, sweeping across the entire world.
The clouds in the sky were instantly scattered by this pressure, and the earth trembled frantically. Even Sparkle and Vita, who were watching from afar, instinctively stood up. The "popcorn-eating" expressions on their faces vanished, replaced by unprecedented solemnity.
"A God King level... attack?"
Wang Qiu'er and Zhang Lexuan's expressions changed drastically at the same time. They could feel that this power was no longer something they could contend with. Before that pure law of slaughter, their own divine position laws seemed to be wailing.
In the void further away, a previously blurred figure quietly solidified. Jingliu had appeared there at some point, her blood-red eyes seemingly piercing through the void to stare fixedly at Oscar. Cold air condensed as the Transcendent Flash appeared quietly in her hand, trembling slightly as if it had encountered an enemy that could make it feel excitement.
However, the first to react was Lu Jingming.
Looking at Oscar, whose momentum had climbed to its peak, and the blood-colored giant sword slowly condensing in his hands—a sword that looked as if it would cleave the entire world in two, composed of pure slaughter laws—the composure on Lu Jingming's face finally vanished, replaced by a serious expression.
"Interesting," he said softly. Then, he moved.
He slowly brought the black long spear, Abyss, and the white lance, Flower, together in front of him.
The two Pseudo-Godly Artifacts, representing the extreme powers of Wither and Creation, Destruction and Life, did not experience any repulsion or collision upon contact. Instead, like long-lost pieces of the same source, they merged perfectly. The black and white shafts intertwined like two Yin-Yang fish in a spiral, finally transforming into a brand-new spear that was deep, chaotic, and seemed capable of swallowing all light.
On the body of the spear, black and white divine runes flickered like breathing. At the tip, the two powers of black and white merged perfectly, forming a microscopic singularity invisible to the naked eye that constantly cycled between creation and withering.
This was the complete form of Abyss Flower. A divine weapon that ranked as a top-tier even among Pseudo-Godly Artifacts.
"Abyss Flower, Overlimit Mode—"
Lu Jingming shouted in a low voice, pouring the divine power within his body into the spear without reservation. The spear let out a hum, and the black-and-white singularity at the tip began to rotate frantically. The authorities of Creation and Wither were completely activated.
"—Spiral of Creation and Destruction!"
At the same time, Oscar swung the strongest strike of his life.
"Asura... Blood Sword!!!"
Using every ounce of his strength, he fiercely slashed the blood-colored giant sword, which condensed the strike of a God King, toward Lu Jingming.
For a moment, all sound in the world vanished. In everyone's eyes, there was only that single blood-colored sword light spanning heaven and earth, as if it were about to split the entire planet in half. Wherever the sword light passed, space was easily torn like a fragile canvas, revealing the colorful and chaotic spatial turbulence behind it.
Facing this God King strike, Lu Jingming's movement was simple to the extreme. He merely thrust the Abyss Flower in his hand forward in a plain manner.
A pillar of pure pitch-black light shot out from the microscopic singularity at the tip of the spear. This black pillar emitted no light, no heat, and not even a sound. Wherever it passed, space was not torn, but erased, leaving an absolute void—a black trail from which not even light could escape.
In the next moment, under the horrified gazes of everyone, that world-cleaving blood sword light collided violently with the pillar of pure black light.
Sizzle—!!!
A piercing noise rang out, enough to make one's scalp tingle, as if space itself were being ground down. At the center of the collision, an absolutely still energy sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters formed.
One half of the sphere was boiling blood-colored divine power representing slaughter and judgment; countless shadows of vengeful souls, gods, and demons roared and struggled within, trying to drag everything into a sea of blood and hell. The other half was bottomless pure darkness representing the end and nothingness; it was silent, yet it greedily and continuously swallowed everything around it, including light, space, and laws.
The two God King-level powers fell into a brief stalemate.
The blood-colored Asura sword light, with its indestructible will to kill, frantically impacted the black pillar, attempting to snap and tear it apart. The pitch-black Spiral of Creation and Destruction, with its authority to encompass and end all things, continuously decomposed and annihilated that law of slaughter.
The stalemate lasted for less than a second.
Everyone could clearly see that the blood-colored energy sphere began to show unstable fluctuations at the boundary where it touched the black sphere. The black part was encroaching on the red part at a visible speed, bit by bit. Like a drop of concentrated ink falling into blood-water, the darkness began to spread and expand arrogantly and unreasonably. That Asura divine power, filled with the will of slaughter and judgment, seemed to lose its foundation before the authority of the "End," and its very concept of existence was being erased from the level of laws.
"No... Impossible!"
Oscar, whose body was on the verge of collapse from being bloated by the Asura power, showed fear and disbelief in his blood-red eyes for the first time. He could feel that the supreme Asura power he had borrowed was wailing and trembling, as if it had met its natural nemesis.
The black pillar began to gain the upper hand. Like an expanding black hole, it started to suppress the blood-colored giant sword in reverse. The giant sword let out a scream of being overwhelmed, and fine black cracks began to appear on its body, each crack greedily swallowing the blood-light on the sword.
Finally, accompanied by a shattering sound, the entire blood-colored giant sword, along with the boiling blood energy sphere, was completely swallowed by the pitch-black pillar, leaving not a single trace behind.
After swallowing the Asura Blood Sword, the pitch-black pillar did not decrease in size at all; instead, it became deeper and purer because of the vast energy it had consumed. Its momentum remained unchecked as it crossed the distance of space in an instant to appear before Oscar.
Oscar didn't even have time to make any reaction, let alone feel any pain. He simply watched helplessly as the black light expanded in his vision.
From an outsider's perspective, Oscar's massive body, encased in the Asura Demon Armor, was annihilated silently and completely from head to toe the moment it was touched by the black light—like a sand painting blown away by the wind. Not a speck of dust remained.
Destroyed in both form and spirit.
The pitch-black beam did not stop after consuming Oscar. It broke through the sky, tore through the thick cloud layers, pierced the thin atmosphere, and with a terrifying speed, accurately struck a floating meteorite with a diameter of over a hundred meters in orbit outside the Douluo Star.
That giant meteorite likewise did not explode. The moment it was hit by the black light, it was simply erased from the level of existence, turning into a patch of void and cosmic dust.
The entire world seemed to have its mute button pressed at this moment. Everyone stared blankly at the sky, at the lingering black trail that pierced through heaven and earth, their minds completely blank.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the spot where Oscar had vanished. There was nothing there. No blood, no wreckage, no energy fluctuations—not even a trace of an aura remained. It was as if Oscar had never existed in this world.
Dead silence. A deathly silence. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. One second, two seconds, three seconds...
"Ah... Ah... Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh—!!!!!"
A shrill scream that didn't sound human, filled with pain, despair, and malice, suddenly tore through the silence. Ning Rongrong's body trembled violently. Her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with frantic blood vessels, and two lines of bloody tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
"Little Ao..." she murmured, her voice as hoarse as if it had been ground by sandpaper. Then, she snapped her head up, those eyes filled with bloody tears and frantic hatred pinning themselves onto Lu Jingming.
"You... you actually dared to kill Little Ao!!!"
Her voice was distorted and sharp, each word squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with enough hatred to incinerate a soul.
"I'm going to kill you!!! I'm going to kill you, aaaaaahhhh—!!!"
At this moment, her sanity snapped completely. Regardless of the cost, Ning Rongrong transformed into a nine-colored streak of light. Before she could even summon the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower, she charged frantically toward Lu Jingming with her fragile divine body—the body of a support-type deity. She wanted to bite with her teeth, tear with her hands, and use every possible method to hurt the man who had killed her beloved.
Looking at the nine-colored streak of light carrying both sorrow and the intent to die, a trace of extremely complex emotion flashed through Lu Jingming's eyes. He let out a soft sigh. Then, he once again raised the Abyss Flower in his hand.
He did not activate that world-shaking Overlimit Mode again. He simply and casually thrust forward. A faint, almost imperceptible black light flashed from the tip of the spear.
Puff.
A slight sound of a sharp blade entering flesh rang out, almost inaudible. Ning Rongrong's charging figure came to an abrupt halt three meters away from Lu Jingming. She slowly lowered her head and saw the pitch-black spear tip piercing through her heart.
At the wound, there was no blood, only a ring of rapidly expanding black patterns representing withering. She felt no pain; she only felt her life force, her divine power, and her soul being frantically swallowed and decomposed by that spear tip.
The madness and hatred in her eyes began to recede like a tide, replaced by a vacant sense of relief. She looked up and took one final look at Lu Jingming's calm face, which showed not a single ripple. Her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, no sound came out. The last spark of life in her eyes was completely extinguished.
Lu Jingming flicked his wrist and withdrew the long spear. Ning Rongrong's body, like a puppet that had lost all support, fell powerlessly backward. During the fall, under the influence of the power of withering, her divine body weathered away piece by piece from the inside out. Finally, before hitting the ground, she turned into a sky full of nine-colored light spots and dissipated with the wind.
A generation's Nine-colored Goddess had fallen.
"No—!!!!!"
Tang Hao, who had been heavily injured by Wang Qiu'er and was being supported by Ah Yin, had just caught his breath when he witnessed Oscar and Ning Rongrong—his juniors—die one after another at the hands of Lu Jingming in less than a minute. His heart, once as hard as steel, finally collapsed completely at this moment.