Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

The six Progenitors knelt in an awkward heap, glaring at the handsome young man standing before them.

They couldn't utter a single word of retort.

Yet the emotions they felt inside were not of humiliation.

But of insignificance, fear, and a proverbial slap in the face.

The events that had just transpired were still vivid in their minds.

"If you're so capable, why don't you call out your ancestor too?"

"Hahaha, such a lowly creature as you probably has ancestors that are long buried in the ground."

"Envious that someone fought the junior and the senior came to the rescue? Sadly, you don't have that."

"Yes, our younger generation has someone to back them up, and you don't. All you can do is take a beating."

The more arrogant and carefree they had been earlier, the more their faces hurt now, especially the Nether Ancestor. It wasn't just his face that was gone but his head as well.

Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was why.

Why were this kid's ancestors all so terrifying, with a total of nine mighty beings appearing?

They had assumed that the other's ancestors were at the level of Ancient Divine Spirits.

It wasn't until they saw a black dog casually bite and bring out the Divine Spirits of their star domain, who hadn't appeared for countless millennia, that they realized how utterly wrong they were.

This, the realm of Ancient Divine Spirits?

It had clearly surpassed that realm. A mere dog had rendered useless the Divine Spirits they had looked up to.

And the six Progenitors knew very well that what appeared before them were merely shadows, not the actual bodies.

What did this signify?

It signified that the true strength of these mighty beings was beyond their wildest imagination.

The heart and mind of the Imperial Path Ancestor trembled. If it were not for the countless millennia spent tempering his spirit in the mortal world before becoming a Progenitor, he might have been scared to death on the spot.

Just who was this kid?

What was this place called Huaxia?

He believed that the most regrettable and foolish thing he had done in his life was to mock Luo Yu.

To compare backgrounds with someone like him?

He was truly like a person with a long lifespan seeking to hang himself.

The Nether Ancestor and the others felt even more despair. In fact, they had held a glimmer of hope before.

After all, the appearance of so many unknown mighty beings upset the balance of their star domain. If they could provoke the Divine Spirits of their Wild Holy Star domain to stand up for them, they could be saved.

Then they could still point their fingers at Luo Yu's nose and tell him that it doesn't matter if he beat the older generation?

Do you see now? I have someone backing me up, and behind me, there's also a backer!

Not convinced?

Even if you're not, you have to swallow it.

But what's imagined is beautiful, and reality is cruel.

All the beautiful hopes of the Nether Ancestor were shattered after the black dog brought forth the Divine Spirits of their star domain.

He had already recognized it. That was the Divine Spirit of their star domain, the Kuangsheng Venerable!

A legendary being who couldn't even last a round in, not the hands, but the mouth of a dog.

How could they not feel despair?

At that moment, he suddenly remembered a phrase Luo Yu had said earlier.

"If my ancestor appears, not even Heavenly King Lao Zi can save you."

At the time, the six Progenitors sneered at it, but now they truly felt what real despair was.

What's even more horrifying is that they still remembered what the Green Ox Elder said at the very end, asking everyone else to not come out, that the ones present were enough.

What does this indicate?

The Nether Ancestor didn't dare to continue thinking, for the reality hidden behind this fact was too terrifying.

Nine had come, and this wasn't the end?

What kind of realm was this where ancestors and forebears could be so powerfully formidable?

He had never even heard of it.

Luo Yu observed the six Progenitors with a cold gaze, the corners of his lips turned up with a hint of murderous intent.

"Speak up, why aren't you speaking now?"

He was filled with hatred towards these six, deep down to his bones.

If the ancestors of Huaxia had not appeared today, he could only imagine the tragic fate that would have befallen Soul Land and himself.

Certainly, there would have been untold suffering.

And it was so close, so very close, to the point where he might have been soul-searched to death by the Imperial Path Ancestor.

He wouldn't have had the slightest chance to resist.

At that moment, Wei'an Daoist, stepping on the Qingping-like Flying Sword, had a thought.

"Go."

The Slay-Immortal Sword, combined from four swords, oscillated and flew towards Luo Yu.

As Luo Yu caught the sword, he bowed towards the Daoist.

"Thank you for bestowing the sword, Dao Ancestor."

The Daoist nodded with a light chuckle.

"Have you recognized my identity?"

"Good."

Luo Yu was decisive, wielding the Slay-Immortal Sword as he stepped upon the void, inching closer to the Imperial Path Ancestor with every step.

The distance was short, yet his approach was slow.

The Zhuxian radiated a killing aura, its edge fully revealed.

It exerted tremendous psychological pressure.

"Swoosh!"

With a flash of sword light, the Imperial Path Ancestor's blood splattered, and his right ear flew off.

The killing intent invaded his brain at the same time.

The Imperial Path Ancestor immediately let out a scream and a wail.

Luo Yu remained unmoved, his eyes growing even colder.

"Search my soul?"

"Heh."

He swung his sword again, his killing decisive.

"Swoosh——"

The left ear of the Imperial Path Ancestor flew off, trailed by a string of blood beads, soaring into the air.

"Ah!!"

Amid the screams, Luo Yu coldly spoke:

"Pick up your ears."

"No... no no!!" The Imperial Path Ancestor clasped the empty sides of his head with both hands, blood streaming through the gaps between his fingers.

"Pick up your ears." Luo Yu repeated, enunciating every word.

The other five Progenitors were scared stiff, chilled to the bone.

Death was not frightening.

What was terrifying was a fate worse than death.

"No... no..." The Imperial Path Ancestor acted as if he'd gone mad, vehemently shaking his head in refusal.

"Hmph!"

In the distant sky, sitting atop the Shining Divine Staff, a golden radiance let out a cold snort.

"Pick up your ears!"

In an instant, countless echoes reverberated through the sky, like the murmuring of The Great Path, penetrating the Imperial Path Ancestor's brain, stirring within his soul, cycling endlessly.

Strangely, it affected no one else.

For a moment, the Imperial Path Ancestor felt as if his head was about to explode.

"I'll pick them up!"

"I'll pick them up!!"

With bloodstained hands, he shakily picked up the floating ears.

The golden radiance spoke:

"Crush it."

As if his head were about to burst, the Imperial Path Ancestor could offer no resistance, and he crushed his own ears with his hands.

Luo Yu looked upon the golden radiance, unable to discern its features.

But he had long guessed the identity of this figure.

Clouds of Aolaiguo, the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

The staff that steadied the seas, the Ten Thousand Demons Court.

"Great Saint, it has been a long time since I've seen you this angry," the valiant youth, riding on the Wind Fire Wheels, teased with a smile.

The golden radiance said:

"Daring to search souls and reach up to Grandfather, he is brave indeed."

The upright Three-eyed Silver-Armored Heavenly God shook his head.

"If you're protecting your own, just say so, no need to beat around the bush."

"Hmph!"

The golden shadow snorted, yet offered no rebuttal.

Luo Yu's emotions surged, sensing a protective aura despite the lack of overt affection from the powerful phantasms.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before.

Ever since defeating the Divine Realm.

He had always fought alone, struggling by himself, under great pressure.

All he wanted to say now was that being under the shelter of top-tier powers felt exhilarating.

Luo Yu gazed at the Imperial Path Ancestor who was screaming and wailing before him, feeling an intense sense of indifference.

It was dull.

Just dull, to the point where he couldn't even bother to pay any more attention.

He turned, sword in hand, and bowed deeply to the numerous luminous figures.

"Huaxia's Luo Yu, greeting the esteemed ancestors!"

"Thank you for your rescue."