Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"You had your chance, and you wasted it."

Luo Yu held the Golden Dragon King's Heavenly Spirit Cover in one hand, while the other continuously slapped out big palm strikes, tearing the Golden Dragon King's skin and flesh open.

Gu Yuena stood by, with her purple pupils showing bone-chilling coldness, devoid of any sympathy.

Whoever wanted to make a move on Luo Yu, she would be the first to disagree.

Furthermore, how could it be excessive to deal with someone who, despite being saved by her man, harbored thoughts of calculation and assassination?

Suddenly, her pupils shook, and she shouted aloud:

"Be careful!"

"Hmm?"

Heeding the warning, Luo Yu reacted swiftly.

He saw a sharp glint of golden light aiming straight for his heart from beneath the eyelids.

With a thought,

"Clang!"

The Nine Heavens Execution Sword appeared, its blade instantly intercepting the golden light.

The Godly Sword had a spirit of its own and automatically protected its master.

The Golden Dragon King's eyes, which had already shown a hint of triumph, now held a golden spear radiating with dazzling light of extraordinary appearance.

At such a close distance, and with the enemy so self-assured, it would be a cinch to pierce him right through.

The Golden Dragon Spear could also plunder the opponent's life force, nourishing itself, marking the moment for him to completely turn the tables.

Yet, it was blocked just like that?

"How dare you!"

Luo Yu's eyes narrowed, emitting a frigid, sharp light.

He raised his hand to grab the sword and with one sweeping strike, he slashed towards the Golden Dragon King's spear-wielding wrist.

The Golden Dragon King hastily withdrew his hand, but Luo Yu's previous strike was merely a feint. Suddenly changing tactics, he flicked upwards.

"Hiss!"

Under the sword, the Golden Dragon King couldn't dodge in time; his ear was cleanly severed, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah!"

The acute pain elicited a miserable scream from the Golden Dragon King.

Luo Yu flicked his wrist, and the sword light burst forth. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if thousands of sword rays were shimmering at once, with the Golden Dragon King waving his spear repeatedly in defense.

But what skill could he have in spear technique, one who was adept in brute strength?

The Longsword, like a swimming dragon, circled around the long spear, severing the Golden Dragon King's forearm that held the spear.

Blood surged like a fountain in an instant.

Severed ear, severed arm, Golden Dragon Spear—all fell towards the ground together.

The Golden Dragon King scrambled to flee, his will to resist shattered, his courage entirely dissipated.

He might be a mad demon, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.

However, Luo Yu's blood Qi exploded forth like a cannonball, and with a grab, he clutched the Golden Dragon King's neck.

Dragging him, they flew straight toward the ground.

From ten thousand miles in the sky, Luo Yu's body was straight as he grasped the crippled body of the Golden Dragon King, plummeting to the ground like a meteor.

The intense friction with the air turned them both into balls of fire.

But their physiques, already beyond ordinary, naturally feared not the flames ignited by the friction.

These two falling fireballs were naturally seen by the distant mortals and the many powerful members of the Yan Huang Alliance.

All were watching this side intently.

And a green-haired girl, threading her way among the people, occasionally talked with them, up to something unknown.

"Boom!"

Just as the two fireballs were about to reach the ground,

Luo Yu suddenly exerted strength in his arms, hurling the Golden Dragon King downwards with an added burst of velocity.

Crashing to the ground.

The ground exploded open, the area within a hundred li trembling, with shockwaves spreading a thousand li away, though the site was a desolate waste, untouched by man.

The Golden Dragon King smashed into the earth, creating a massive crater.

While Luo Yu's eyes churned with the Purple-Gold Divine Light, wearing the Nine-Colored Dragon King Armor, he stood upright, his body wrapped in divine light, his feet stepping on the ruined divine form of the Golden Dragon King.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three explosive sounds followed one after another.

The Golden Dragon King's ears, the long spear, and his arm each exploded upon the ground.

A silver space portal appeared, Gu Yuena stepped out with her immaculate Jade Feet, even her white feet's blue veins could be seen under the perfect arch, untainted by dust.

Her Beautiful Eyes glistened as she watched her man's figure.

Once upon a time, the man who was weak had now, with seeming ease, suppressed the Golden Dragon King.

In her heart was pride, and there was also distress.

Because no matter how great the opportunities and talents were, reaching such a realm in such a short time inevitably required a tremendous price to be paid.

Luo Yu stepped off the Golden Dragon King, his toe hooking, and he picked up the Golden Dragon King.

Revealing the frightened and angry visage.

A detached voice resounded.

"Go."

"Pick up your ear."

"Ah?"

The Golden Dragon King spat blood from his mouth, stammering, no longer displaying his earlier arrogance and dominance.

Luo Yu's voice grew heavier, his pupils radiating murderous intent.

"Pick up your ear."

"Dragon Kings must not be humiliated!" the Golden Dragon King clenched his teeth and protested.

"Bang."

Luo Yu kicked him in the mouth, and his voice calmed down.

"Crawl over."

"Pick up your ear."

"Don't make me say it again."

The teeth of the Golden Dragon King shattered, but he dared not say a word.

He crawled humiliatedly in the direction of his ear.

Just as he was about to pick up his ear, he looked up only to see a dazzling sword light slashing towards him.

The dragon's head fell to the ground.

The Divine Spirit of the Golden Dragon King had not yet dissipated.

"Wh... why..."

Luo Yu swung his sword again, tearing the space apart, opening a deep fissure.

"Dragon Clan has no place for such trash as you."

"Wasn't it you who told me to crawl?"

Luo Yu asked indifferently,

"You're a dragon, not a dog. Do you crawl just because you're told to?"

The eyes of the Golden Dragon King bulged.

It seemed he was slain by the sword and yet also, perhaps, died infuriated.

He died with his eyes wide open.

"Brother Yu..." Gu Yuena began to speak at this moment, but before she could finish, Luo Yu cut her off.

"I know."

Luo Yu swept his gaze with a divine shine in his eyes, and he threw his longsword into the void.

A shrill and miserable scream followed.

An illusory dragon shadow emerged, its body pierced and nailed by the longsword.

"Why?"

"How could you have found me this way?"

Luo Yu shook his head repeatedly.

"Next life, if you're born this stupid, don't try to scheme against others."

"Dealing with an idiot like you, Nana and I are truly exhausted."

This time, the Golden Dragon King was truly afraid. If his True Spirit was gone, he would be completely dead.

Other deities would find it difficult to kill him.

Yet, under the suppression of Luo Yu's Dragon God Martial Soul, the Golden Dragon King Origin's indestructibility couldn't manifest, and the power contained in the longsword was also very bizarre.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, born from the same root, why be so impatient to fry each other!"

Luo Yu was unmoved and responded disdainfully,

"For the future of the Dragon Clan, make your brave sacrifice. This is your honor."

The voice of the Golden Dragon King went silent.

These were indeed the words he used to say.

Luo Yu sneered.

"What, you used to love saying these grand-sounding words, didn't you? Why aren't you saying them now?"

"Rest assured, your death will have value."

"The Dragon Clan will remember your contribution and sacrifice."

The Golden Dragon King desperately shook his illusory spiritual body.

"No, I don't want to be remembered!"

"I want to live."

"I beg you... please spare my life."

"Very well, as you wish," Luo Yu said as he nodded.

The Golden Dragon King rejoiced.

"You're willing to let me go?"

Luo Yu stepped into the void, pulled out the longsword that nailed him, and in the moment of the other's excitement for surviving the calamity, Luo Yu shattered his spiritual body with a sword.

As the other's consciousness was ebbing away, Luo Yu said coldly,

"What I mean is, since you don't want the Dragon Clan to remember you, let's let you die quietly and be forgotten."

The mouth of the Golden Dragon King's spiritual body opened wide, but he couldn't say a word.

In his eyes was an endless regret and terror…