Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Impossible!"

"How could this be possible!!"

At this moment, the Nine Ancestors were already at the end of their strength, hanging on by a thread under the protection of the tattered Ghostly Banner.

He truly found it unbelievable. Why had Luo Yu survived the terrifying explosion just now? What had actually happened?

He had only managed to survive the self-destructive storm by relying on a Holy Artifact, but what did that kid rely on?

Moreover, he seemed to be completely uninjured, and his complexion even looked much better than before.

Seeing that the Nine Ancestors were still alive, Luo Yu shook his head and sighed.

"Old man, your life is really tough, isn't it? Not dying from that."

The Nine Ancestors' eyes went wide in shock.

You've got the nerve to say that, haven't you?

The one who should be complaining is me.

You've gone all out against eleven Zu Jing Qiang Zhe, exploded five Ancestral Saint Weapons, and even I and the only remaining Ghostly Banner are riddled with holes.

It's obvious who's more resilient, even a blind man could see that.

"It doesn't matter if you're not dead. You'll be able to die very soon," Luo Yu said with a smile.

The Nine Ancestors narrowed his eyes.

"Kid, what kind of joke is this?"

"Even if I have only one percent of my strength left, and even if the Ghostly Banner is severely damaged, killing you now would still be effortless."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow and was in no hurry.

The Nine Ancestors scoffed, "Don't bother trying to buy time. Even if you recover some strength, I will still recover faster than you."

"Your body has been severely eroded by the aura of death, and your recovery speed has been seriously affected."

"Is that so?"

Luo Yu remained calm, with a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"At a time like this, you can still laugh?" the Nine Ancestors glared.

"You can try your best to hit me once and see if it affects me," Luo Yu said with a sarcastic tone.

"Feigning mystery— I don't believe you have any more tricks up your sleeve!"

The Nine Ancestors' eyes turned red.

Today was definitely the most humiliating day in his countless years of life, without a doubt.

Twelve Ancestral Realm powerhouses, armed with six Ancestral Saint Weapons, had failed to subdue a mere native.

It was simply unbelievable.

Had they been defeated due to carelessness, it would have been one thing, but even underhanded tactics like sneak attacks had failed, and they were mercilessly crushed.

Having been outplayed in both strength and cunning, his prideful heart found it hard to accept.

Luo Yu beckoned with a crook of his finger, continuously provoking the Nine Ancestors.

In fact, he had a purpose. He hoped the Nine Ancestors would focus all their attention on him; otherwise, if the Nine Ancestors targeted Soul Land, with his current state, he would be unable to provide any rescue.

The death of friends and family would be more painful than his own death.

However, it was clear that the enraged Nine Ancestors had not yet realized he could threaten Luo Yu by targeting the lives on Douluo Planet.

Drawing hatred did serve its purpose. Luo Yu thought to himself and taunted even more harshly.

The anger of the Nine Ancestors continued to accumulate, reaching a critical point, their eyes bloodshot as if about to pop out of their sockets.

Their damaged aura was also increasingly blustering.

Gathering strength for the next attack.

He had thought about destroying the planet behind him to cause the kid some pain, but he didn't dare turn his back to Luo Yu.

There was no helping it; he was truly frightened by Luo Yu's endless tactics.

This kind of Sixth, who wouldn't fear it?

One must either concentrate fully to find a way to kill, or flee thousands of miles and never have any contact for the rest of their life.

It was just that the Nine Ancestors could now clearly see the first light of victory.

"Reduce this kid to such a tragic state, having used up all his trump cards, as long as I kill him, all the benefits and secrets will be mine."

If I run away now, I fear I will regret it for the rest of my life.

"Crash—"

It was at that moment that a mass of black energy condensed from all the death qi in front of the Nine Ancestors, swirling with blood-red electric arcs.

"Boy, go to die."

"Your homeland, your woman, all your opportunities will be wholly taken by this ancestor."

The Nine Ancestors threw the Ghostly Banner into the black energy and, with a push of his hands as if exerting all his strength, it blasted towards Luo Yu.

The black mass of deadly energy surged through the void, firmly locking onto Luo Yu, leaving him no place to hide or retreat.

He was truly caught in an inescapable kill situation.

Just as the Ghostly Banner was about to reach Luo Yu, the Nine Ancestors revealed a devilishly pleased smile and willed something to happen.

"Boom—"

The apparent death qi attack, into which he had poured all his remaining energy, was merely a feint; the real killing move was the self-destruct of the riddled Ghostly Banner.

"Boy, you have no idea how ruthless this ancestor can be. To sacrifice a Holy Artifact is worth it if it means seeing you dead this time."

The creatures of Soul Land who were watching the battle in the universe had become numb to the spectacle.

Each time it seemed like the end, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

This time everyone clasped their hands tight, silent, with no other option but to hope that Luo Yu still had a hidden trump card.

Seeing the Nine Ancestors' ghastly pleased smile and the Ghostly Banner that exploded right before him, Luo Yu's mouth twitched.

"Idiot."

"Did you think how I survived just now?"

He didn't try to resist but flipped his hand over and produced a very ordinary-looking Pottery Jar, seemingly on the verge of shattering at any moment.

"Clang!"

Luo Yu's body rapidly shrank, lifted the lid, dived directly into the jar, and then sealed the lid tight.

This series of actions left countless beings of Soul Land completely dumbfounded.

What is this maneuver?

This Pottery Jar, what is this thing, it doesn't look fancy at all, just some lowly, plain jar that you might find in a village to pickle vegetables.

The Nine Ancestors too was utterly baffled. What thing could possibly withstand the self-destruction of a Progenitor-level Holy Artifact?

You would stand a better chance using that magical little bell from before, but with a broken jar, you expect to live? Do you think so little of Holy Artifacts?

It couldn't be that he survived the earlier explosion by hiding inside this, could it?

The Nine Ancestors truly couldn't believe it, as he felt no special aura from the jar; it didn't seem like a treasure at all.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the immense, countless waves of rampant death qi had already exploded in the universe, centering on the Pottery Jar where Luo Yu was.

The explosion was persistent and enduring; the self-destruction power of a Progenitor-level Holy Artifact was enough to instantly kill any Ancestral Realm powerhouse.

Because the gap in levels was simply too great.

More clearly than before, this time the Nine Ancestors and the people of Soul Land could see that the Pottery Jar, which seemed about to shatter at any moment and appeared so fragile that a mortal might be able to pierce it with a fingertip, was standing unbroken amidst the terrifying explosion.

"Hiss—"

"This..."

"What level of treasure is this?"

"Is the Alliance Hierarch a treasury? He still had a hidden card?"

Inside Soul Land, there was an uproar, and the Nine Ancestors were looking gobsmacked, hands clenched tight, his heart twitching.

"He's not dead?"

"He's unharmed?"