Chapter 207 Lord of the Forbidden Zone? Could it be another Immortal King?
"Asura God King! Forget about that pile of junk!"
A first-level deity urged impatiently, his eyes fixed on the pot of tea, "Quickly drink that pot of immortal tea, that is the true fortune!"
"With that pot of tea, your severed arm might just grow back right away!"
The Asura God King in the picture clearly shares the same thoughts as the other gods in Douluo.
"Since you losers have already perished, then I will gladly accept this pot of immortal tea and these few bones that can barely be considered divine ingredients!"
"I'll use your broken bones to mend my severed arm!"
After saying that, the Asura God King immediately sneered and then arrogantly stretched out a hand.
He didn't even bother to defend himself; he just brazenly and unceremoniously grabbed at the purple clay teapot on the stone table!
However, just as his rough, large hand was about to touch the teapot...
"Da, da, da."
A crisp knocking sound rang out, startling the Asura God King so much that his hand froze.
Then, he looked down in horror.
A piece of crystal hand bone on the stone table had somehow stood up!
At the same time, those slender finger bones were tapping lightly on the stone table, as if they were a living person, seemingly bored.
That wasn't all; then, with a gurgling sound, it was heard.
The blood-dripping eyeball, suspended in mid-air, suddenly and strangely rotated 180 degrees, staring intently at the Asura God King!
The moment he was stared at by that eyeball, the Asura God King felt as if he had been frozen in place, unable to mobilize even the slightest bit of Asura divine power within his body!
"What...what the hell is this?!"
Seeing this, the Asura God King was also greatly alarmed.
However, just as he was about to back down...
"well..."
A long, gentle, and ethereal sigh came from who-knows-where.
With that sigh, two faint, shimmering white lights suddenly appeared deep within the empty eye sockets of the flawless, pure white skull in the very center of the stone table.
As the flames flickered, a phantom figure slowly materialized beside the stone table.
He was a refined man dressed in a moon-white robe.
He had a face like jade, a handsome appearance, and not a trace of murderous aura or oppressive presence. Instead, he exuded a refined and scholarly air, like a noble gentleman playing the zither and sipping tea in a bamboo forest.
It's too clean.
Pure and untouched by the dust of the world, transcending the passage of time and the law of cause and effect.
The master of the penalty area!
After appearing, the man in white didn't even glance at the Asura God King's hand, which was frozen in mid-air.
He simply flicked his sleeve slightly, gracefully sat down on the stone chair, then picked up the cup of celestial tea and gently blew away the steam.
"For more than half an era, no living being has been able to reach this place alive."
The voice of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone was gentle and soothing, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"Guests from afar are always welcome."
"I should have offered you a cup of rough tea..."
At this point, the Lord of the Forbidden Zone slightly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the Asura God King before him, and frowned as he said:
"It's just that your sins of killing are too heinous and your manners too poor."
"and..."
"Your hands are too dirty; don't taint the fragrance of this tea."
...…
Upon hearing the Lord of the Forbidden Zone's merciless words, the entire Douluo Continent instantly rose up in protest.
Before the sky, in the back mountain of Shrek Academy on Douluo Continent.
On that barren land corroded by the purplish-black poisonous fog, Tang San sat cross-legged on a charred rock.
When Tang San saw the elegant white-robed man who materialized from the skull in the sky, speaking those words in a nonchalant tone that regarded the God King as nothing, he also looked on with disdain.
"Playing tricks, even in death they can't resist putting on airs! Are all the people in this Perfect World this arrogant and conceited?"
After saying that, Tang San looked again at the flawless white skull in the picture and the elegant man in white.
In Tang San's established Tang Sect values of "the winner takes all," losers have no right to talk about rules or magnanimity.
"A piece of trash who couldn't even keep his whole body, beaten down to just a skull, a severed hand, and an eyeball, dares to put on airs in front of the mighty Asura God King?"
"This is utterly ridiculous!"
After saying that, Tang San suddenly stood up and waved his hand.
"Look at the space he's occupied!"
"The chaotic spiritual energy was so dense that it almost materialized; even the water used to brew tea on the table had a terrifying medicinal power that could elevate one's soul, even through the sky!"
"Such a blessed land of immortals, such unparalleled resources that drive people mad! If I were Tang San, I would have already cultivated to a level where I could shatter the void and sweep across all realms!"
"But what about this man in white?"
"Possessing such incredible fortune and living in a high-dimensional world with such a high energy level, how could they still be beaten into such a miserable state?"
"Bone and flesh separated, body and soul extinguished, only a sliver of obsession and remnant soul clinging to a broken bone to eke out a living!"
"What is this if not trash?!"
The more Tang San spoke, the more he felt his logic was impeccable, and the disdain in his eyes grew stronger.
"With such trash talent, the only good thing is that he was born into that so-called perfect world."
"If he were born into our Douluo Continent with this kind of talent, he probably wouldn't even be able to awaken a useless martial soul!"
"Not to mention a Title Douluo, it's uncertain whether he can even reach the level of a tenth-level Great Soul Master in his lifetime!"
Thus, driven by extreme arrogance and perverse jealousy, Tang San had completely fallen into his own logical loop.
He simply refused to consider what kind of extraordinary, forbidden giant he must have been to preserve an immortal skull deep within such a terrifying forbidden zone.
He used only the rules of Douluo Continent to measure the vastness of the myriad worlds.
"Asura God King, stop wasting your breath on him!"
"This man in white is nothing but a remnant soul; he's not worth worrying about at all!"
"That skull, that severed hand bone, in our Douluo Continent, those are the most top-tier head and right arm soul bones!"
"There is still such pure energy remaining on it. As long as Your Majesty cleaves his remnant soul with a single sword strike and then forcibly refines and absorbs these bones, not only will the severed arm regenerate instantly, but your strength will also experience an unprecedented surge!"
"Kill these useless natives! Steal their soul bones! Take their immortal tea!"
...
Meanwhile, in the far north.
Hyotei and Yuki-tei were also intently watching the scene in the sky.
"Wow, this human is so handsome!"
When Hyotei saw the Lord of the Forbidden Zone in his moon-white robe and handsome appearance, countless little stars immediately appeared in her big green eyes.
"Sister, look!"
"His gentle and refined demeanor, this otherworldly air, is a million times more pleasing to the eye than that Li Changsheng!"
"And even when he's angry and swearing, he's so classy! Wow, he's so sophisticated!"
Hyotei was a complete looks-obsessed person. In all her long years in the far north, when had she ever seen such an extraordinary man who looked like a celestial being descended to earth?
It was pleasing to the eye at first glance.
However, despite their infatuation, Hyotei, as the overlord of the far north, still possesses basic judgment.
She carefully examined the pure white skull in the image, then glanced at the menacing Asura God King. Her previously excited face fell, her brows furrowed, and she muttered with some worry:
"What a pity, such a beautiful person is actually dead."
(End of chapter)