Ma Xiaotao held the Fire God Sword, suddenly feeling a sense of weightlessness as the sluggish pressure around her completely vanished. Without even checking her condition, she charged toward Niu Tian with her sword in hand.
Niu Tian was momentarily stunned by the appearance of the Fire God Sword. In that brief moment—less than a second—Zhu Ziyang seized the opportunity. The Stillness Fate Ending Scythe slashed down on Niu Tian's right shoulder with full force, seemingly intending to sever it completely.
"Ah!" Niu Tian let out a pained scream, retreating several steps before glaring at Zhu Ziyang in shock and fury.
"What a pity," Zhu Ziyang said with a sigh and a shake of his head. His scythe strike hadn't met expectations—while it had carved a long gash from Niu Tian's shoulder to his chest, it had failed to cut off his arm entirely. A shame.
"Flame God's Slash!"
Before Niu Tian could react, a crisp shout rang out. Turning toward the sound, he saw Ma Xiaotao gripping the Fire God Sword in both hands, slashing down at him.
No—that wasn't quite right. It wasn't Ma Xiaotao launching the attack. Rather, it was the Fire God Sword wielding her. The weapon seemed to possess its own will, lunging toward Niu Tian on its own. Though Ma Xiaotao held it with both hands, she was more like a passenger than a wielder.
Scorching divine flames erupted from the blade, piercing Niu Tian's abdomen in an instant.
Niu Tian stared at the sword impaled in his gut, face twisted with fear and fury. A powerful burst of energy erupted from him, blasting both Ma Xiaotao and the Fire God Sword away.
The sword flew from Ma Xiaotao's hands, spinning through the air before landing firmly beside her in the ground, its glow dimmed and its edge dulled. The divine aura from before had vanished.
Ma Xiaotao, on the other hand, was flung hundreds of meters away and slammed hard into the ground. Her face was deathly pale, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. It was obvious—Niu Tian's outburst had left her with serious internal injuries.
But Niu Tian wasn't faring much better. His abdomen was charred, the internal organs faintly visible through the wound. The flames still burned at the edges of the injury, like maggots that refused to die out. His face was just as pale as Ma Xiaotao's, and the forceful aura he had exuded was now nowhere to be found.
Most importantly, the Fire God Sword hadn't just pierced his body—it had pierced his realm. Niu Tian no longer radiated the oppressive might of a God Rank being. In Zhu Ziyang's eyes, the vast chasm that once lay between them had vanished—they now stood on the same level!
That was the best possible news for Zhu Ziyang—because it meant his fifth soul skill, Executioner's Judgement Platform, could finally work.
Without hesitation, he raised the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe. His fifth soul ring lit up, and two streams of gray aura appeared, locking onto both him and Niu Tian.
Niu Tian noticed the gray aura surrounding him and was instantly filled with dread. He unleashed green lightning in an attempt to disperse the energy.
Zhu Ziyang saw this and couldn't help but feel grateful and proud. Luckily, he had been prepared. While activating his fifth soul skill, he had also borrowed the might of the Holy Law Demiplane, enhancing the Death Attribute that powered the technique into a Law of Death. While not quite a divine technique, its power now rivaled one.
In the end, Niu Tian failed to escape and was dragged—along with Zhu Ziyang—into the Executioner's Judgement Platform, the Death God's domain for punishing sinners.
"Kid, what is this place?" Niu Tian glanced around the unfamiliar world, unease growing in his heart. The killing intent in this unknown space filled him with dread. Still, he forced himself to remain defiant and barked, "Answer me!"
"Executioner's Judgement Platform. The Death God's execution ground for sinners," Zhu Ziyang replied coldly. For one about to die, he showed a rare moment of patience.
"Execution? Me?!" Niu Tian was stunned, then roared with rage. "Bullshit! A mere inheritor of an Evil God dares to judge a God Officer of the Divine Realm? I'll kill you!"
He tried to channel his soul power—but the moment he did, his face turned ghostly white. Panic filled his eyes. He couldn't sense his soul power. He couldn't feel his soul rings. Not even his bloodline. He had become… just an ordinary man.
"No… No! This can't be!" Niu Tian screamed, frantically trying again and again to summon his strength—but every attempt was like throwing stones into the sea. Nothing responded.
"It's time," Zhu Ziyang said coldly, stepping forward with the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe in hand.
The scythe swung down. Niu Tian instinctively raised his arm to block it. Blood spurted from the impact—but he didn't care. Because in that moment, he realized something else: even if his soul power was gone, his divine beast physique remained!
With just his physical strength, he should still be able to crush this evil brat!
But Zhu Ziyang had no intention of giving him a chance. A single thought—and he stomped the ground.
A sharp, thick icicle burst forth at an angle—piercing Niu Tian's thigh. His face twisted in pain, but before he could even cry out, another icicle stabbed into his other leg.
Then more followed—dozens of icy spikes erupted from the earth, turning Niu Tian into a human pincushion!
Octagonal Mysterious Ice Bone Left Leg Bone Skill—Eight-Directional Piercing Spike!
"Farewell," Zhu Ziyang said coldly. With no hesitation, the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe thrust forward—its blade plunging into Niu Tian's heart and bursting out through his back.
Niu Tian's expression was horrific—filled with terror, hatred, resentment, and regret. His lifeforce was gone, but his eyes remained wide open. He had died unwilling, unrepentant.
"Heh…" Zhu Ziyang chuckled. A swirl of gray mist shimmered as he and Niu Tian's corpse were expelled from the Executioner's Judgement Platform—returning to the world of Douluo.
"Ziyang!" Ma Xiaotao rushed toward him. Seeing he was unharmed, she finally relaxed. Then, noticing Niu Tian's corpse, she spat in disgust. "Good riddance."
"I'm fine," Zhu Ziyang smiled. "Thanks to your help, Sister Xiaotao. Oh, right—your hands…"
He turned to look at her arms—only to be shocked. Her hands were perfectly restored. If not for her sleeves being burned away, he would have thought he had imagined the whole ordeal.
"Hehe! I didn't expect it either," Ma Xiaotao laughed infectiously. "Remember the white flame on my shoulders? Turns out it can regenerate flesh and bone. That's how my arms healed so fast!"
"Is that so?" Zhu Ziyang was surprised but smiled. "That's wonderful."
As they spoke, Xue'er, Bing'er, Shuang, Luo'er, and the five otherworldly experts all gathered around. Their eyes fixated on Niu Tian's corpse—which was now beginning to change.
Green light flickered across the body. The next second, the human form vanished—replaced by the massive corpse of a dragon.
It was the Azure Heavenly Dragon—Niu Tian's true form. But unlike before, it now radiated a grayish deathly stillness.
Even so, that wasn't the most shocking part.
What truly stunned everyone… was the golden soul ring that floated above the dragon's body.
Everyone instantly understood what it was.
A soul ring—a golden soul ring—a God Rank soul ring!
"Ziyang!" Ma Xiaotao exclaimed in joy, her eyes fixed on the golden glow. In her excitement, she completely forgot to question why Niu Tian, a God Rank being, had even produced a soul ring.
"I see it too!" Zhu Ziyang's voice was calm, but his eyes were bright with anticipation. The moment he saw that golden ring, he already knew how to use it.
Heavenly Frost White Dragon King—your ninth soul ring has arrived!
(End of Chapter)
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