Chapter 412 The Plan Fails
Wu Xuan's soaring momentum came to an abrupt halt. The hundred-meter-long giant spear shattered on the spot the moment it was struck by the Trident of the Sea God. In that instant, the Soul-Breaking Spear seemed to let out a mournful cry.
Wu Xuan's body froze on the spot, his eyes becoming slightly confused.
Such is the difference in strength; Tang San, who possesses the power of a demigod, is truly beyond the reach of Wu Xuan at this moment.
But Wu Xuan dared to directly confront this high and mighty God King, so he naturally had his own trump card.
Looking at the scene before him, Tang Buddha smiled coldly, handed the super artifact golden trident to his left hand, and made a gesture of grabbing at Wu Xuan with his right hand.
Azure Sluggish Divine Claw!
After a full two seconds of charging, the enormous cyan claw shadow appeared in mid-air and easily grabbed the stunned Wu Xuan.
After being grabbed by the giant blue claw, Wu Xuan felt a sudden pain from the depths of his soul. His mind seemed to become sluggish, and everything in front of him seemed to slow down.
Tang Buddha looked down at Wu Xuan, a fleeting look of astonishment crossing his eyes. He knew that at his age, he was far inferior to Wu Xuan now.
But this is the cruelest reality: they are not the same age. He is a god-king high above the nine heavens, while Wu Xuan in front of him is just a young, undeveloped chosen one of destiny.
"Young master of the Tang Clan, I am very disappointed in you! Your so-called strength is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot and an ant trying to shake a tree in front of me! If you admit your mistake now, I can still punish you again!!" Tang Buddha looked at Wu Xuan, who was captured by the giant blue claw, as if he were doing him a favor.
"Heh, you keep calling yourself an ancestor, yet your actions are so filthy and despicable. You scheme for the power of destiny, severing the divine consciousness of your own daughter, and as a deity, you arbitrarily interfere with the mortal realm. If you truly had the character of an ancestor, you wouldn't have schemed against your descendants time and time again. I don't have an ancestor as beastly as you." Wu Xuan roared through the pain.
"Stubborn fool!" Tang Buddha, his face ashen, glared at Wu Xuan with his endless blue eyes, and in that instant, the giant blue claws that were gripping Wu Xuan tightened suddenly.
Amid Wu Xuan's cries of pain, a series of teeth-grinding, grinding sounds of bones grinding together echoed.
Buddha Tang watched quietly, knowing this was the consequence of disobeying him.
After an unknown amount of time, with a flick of Tang Buddha's eyes, the giant azure claw instantly retracted its force. Wu Xuan felt the oppressive feeling covering his entire body suddenly ease, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth once again.
Looking at Wu Xuan, who was panting heavily, Tang Buddha calmly asked, "Do you admit your mistake?"
"I don't acknowledge it!" Wu Xuan glared fiercely at the person in front of him.
"Hehe! You really are a tough nut to crack, just like me! But it doesn't matter, your ancestor has plenty of time to straighten out your distorted values." This time, Tang Buddha was no longer angry as before, but instead became completely calm.
Wu Xuan remained silent, the humiliation he felt at this moment etched into his memory.
Unbeknownst to Tang San, as Wu Xuan endured his torment, a silver light quietly bloomed within Wu Xuan's spiritual sea of consciousness.
Tang Buddha, who believed he had everything under control, grabbed the light screen with one hand. Wang Qiu'er, who was going through the third trial in Qiankun Wenqing Valley, was instantly sent flying out of the light screen and crashed heavily into the air above the sea where there was no floating platform.
Seeing the change in her surroundings, Wang Qiu'er instantly became alert. What she saw was Wu Xuan, who was being held in a miserable state by a large cyan hand, and a man with long dark blue hair and a calm expression.
"Wu Xuan! Is it him who injured you like this?" Wang Qiu'er pointed her golden dragon spear forward and stared coldly at Tang Buddha.
"Run! You're no match for him!" Wu Xuan shouted as he struggled violently.
Wu Xuan's actions naturally aggravated his wounds, accelerating the release of the wisp of silver light within his spiritual sea of consciousness.
Only when his life is in danger will he resort to his last resort.
"Heh, leave? Do you think you can leave?" Tang Buddha reached out and grabbed Wang Qiu'er's slender neck from a distance.
With a clang, the Golden Dragon Spear slipped from Wang Qiu'er's hand, leaving her defenseless and a lamb to the slaughter.
"The chosen one can be slowly trained, but it's time for Xiao Qi's other half of his consciousness to return to its rightful place."
Under normal circumstances, the power of destiny cannot be taken away at will, unless it is voluntarily bestowed or another genius with far superior talent and ability is born. Only then will the power of destiny quietly transfer.
But Tang Buddha is not like this under normal circumstances. As a deity, he has many ways to strip Wang Qiu'er of the power of destiny.
"Hahaha!" Just as Tang San was about to make a move, Wu Xuan, who was being held by the giant blue claw, burst out laughing.
Wu Xuan's arrogant and unrestrained laughter drew Tang Buddha's attention to him once again.
"What are you laughing at?" Tang Buddha said coldly.
"You coward, don't think you've won. I'm only just beginning to reveal my trump card!" Before Wu Xuan finished speaking, a soaring aura erupted from his body, directly shattering the giant cyan claw.
"This is... the power of the God of Destruction?" Upon recognizing this power, the Buddha's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy. In his heart, he cursed the God of Destruction a thousand times over.
This is a higher level of divine power. Right now, his divine sense is only the strongest in the mortal realm, and he can't mobilize even a trace of divine power.
Yes, the life-saving method that the God of Destruction gave Wu Xuan was similar to a normal attack from a first-level deity.
Under Wu Xuan's piercing gaze, a silver light flew out of Wu Xuan's spiritual sea, and a tall, muscular figure clad in armor condensed. In that instant, the Qiankun Asking Love Valley, far away in the western mountains of the Sun Moon Empire, seemed unable to withstand this powerful force and began to tremble at an extremely abnormal frequency.
"God of Destruction, what do you mean by this? You interfere when I'm guiding my juniors? Is this how Destruction teaches you manners?" Tang Buddha took the initiative and questioned in a cold voice.
The God of Destruction smiled slightly: "I shouldn't interfere when instructing a junior, but you are instructing the successor I painstakingly selected. Who gave you the audacity to attack my successor, Sea God?" With that, the God of Destruction unleashed a punch, countless rays of light piercing Tang Buddha's divine consciousness like countless sharp swords.
The God of Destruction's sudden change of expression caught Tang Buddha's divine sense off guard, leaving him with no power to resist and directly blasted to death by the God of Destruction's punch.
With the God of Destruction's intervention, Qiankun Wenqing Valley could no longer withstand the impact of divine power. With a series of cracking sounds, the golden and silver light connecting this sea area suddenly snapped.
At the same time, the Qiankun Wenqing Valley, thousands of miles away, collapsed suddenly, and the legendary place where the god of love fell vanished into nothingness.
Ma Xiaotao, Ye Guyi, Xiao Xiao, Huo Yuhao, and Wang Dong'er, who were going through the third stage, suddenly felt a blur before their eyes and, amidst a violent dizziness, found themselves back in the Mingdu West Mountain area.
(End of chapter)