Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

The You Ming Ancestor's features were splattered with blood, but he had no time to worry about it, frantically begging for mercy:

"It was I who failed to recognize Mount Tai."

"We are willing to pay any price, please forgive us."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang looked at the You Ming Ancestor with cold indifference, his lips barely moving.

"Heh."

"The price for provoking the descendants of Huaxia, you can't afford."

A golden hand coalesced in the void, smacked down on the You Ming Ancestor's head, and directly burst his skull apart.

Flesh exploded, and bones shattered.

The remaining Divine Spirit knelt down, trembling violently.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang moved his feet, turning his gaze toward Luo Yu, toward the golden swirl at his forehead.

He said coldly:

"Don't talk about paying a price, even if all six of you combined all your possessions and lives, they wouldn't be worth an iota of the dignity of my Huaxia descendants."

The souls of the six Progenitors roared within.

At this moment, Luo Yu's heart was touched.

He could feel that when Emperor Qin Shi Huang's gaze landed on others, it was filled with the utmost coldness, looking down on the world with disdain.

But when he looked at Luo Yu, there was a unique gentleness in the depths of his eyes, as if he was looking at a descendant with satisfaction.

Right now, Luo Yu felt his nose tingling, and pride welled up inside him.

Who says he had no ancestor!

His ancestor appeared when he needed him the most.

Unwilling to let his own descendant suffer even the slightest grievance.

In fact, ever since he came to Soul Land, every time he beat up someone's offspring, the elders would come to back them up, each one protective of their own.

It was impossible not to feel envious.

Many times he could feel an emotional void, a feeling that strength could not fill, nor could love replace.

Especially when he was caught by the neck by the Imperial Path Ancestor, that desolate feeling peaked.

But at this moment, the powerful Emperor Qin Shi Huang stood before him, overwhelmingly crushing the once invincible six Progenitors.

The desolation and loneliness in his heart vanished.

What replaced it was true joy!

An indescribable emotional satisfaction surged, and he felt his blood boiling, the spirit of Yan Huang coming alive within him.

"It was we who failed to recognize Mount Tai."

"We sincerely repent!"

"Please spare our lives."

The six Progenitors were now nearly regretting their intestines into the blue, now besides desperately begging for mercy, they could do nothing.

Who could have imagined that an inconspicuous planet, a human who appeared quite talented, could actually have such a terrifying ancestor emerge.

This is just too horrifying.

If you had such an incredible background, then you should have brandished it earlier.

We wouldn't have bothered fighting you, just simply knelt down, apologized, and retreated.

Luo Yu certainly couldn't hear the inner voices of the six Progenitors, otherwise he would only sneer coldly three times, not shedding tears without seeing the coffin—I told you before how awesome my ancestors were, but none of you believed me.

Weren't all of you quite the pretenders? How come you're all kneeling silently now?

Luo Yu felt that this was because he had now become more composed and mature, or else he would have surely mocked them.

Yo, aren't these the six Progenitors?

Haven't seen you in a while, why are you all kneeling?

Where did that majestic and domineering air from before go, don't kneel there—real men stand up and pretend, why be such cowards?

Emperor Qin Shi Huang paid no heed to the Progenitors' pleas for mercy.

He gently said to Luo Yu:

"How do you feel now?"

Luo Yu was taken aback with favor, this was the legendary one emperor of Huaxia, who had achieved countless earth-shattering feats.

Especially now, seeing the other's strength and cultivation level, he must have done far greater things than the legends say.

Yet now, he spoke to him in such a friendly and gentle manner.

The feeling of surprise and excitement was beyond words.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang, seeing Luo Yu's reaction, did not rush him, but patiently waited for his response.

The attitude toward his descendant was less iron-blooded and domineering compared to his treatment of enemies, filled with more kindness and patience.

Seeing the ancestor so approachable, Luo Yu's inner restraint faded away, and he replied with a laugh:

"One word—awesome!"

"You are quite forthright," said First Emperor of Qin, "rest assured, what others have, my Huaxia descendants also have, what others do not, my Huaxia descendants must have."

"Disputes among peers are trivial; to lose is to be incompetent."

"But if anyone bullies the young with their age, we old fellows do not agree."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang turned his gaze sharply toward the six Progenitors, and in an instant, their chests felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, their breastbones shattered by an invisible force, their chests caved in, as they coughed up blood profusely, even spitting out fragments of their internal organs.

The six Progenitors were completely powerless, no matter how they tried to stimulate their strength, it was all in vain; their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

They simply couldn't understand.

Why, why could this youngster's ancestors be so fierce, fiercely beyond belief.

With such strength, it was enough to unify the "Wild Holy Star Domain," so why settle in such a weak and small plane.

"We are willing to be slaves for eternity, sincerely repent, and we earnestly beg you to spare our lives!"

The six Progenitors kept issuing their lowly pleas, shocking countless beings of Soul Land into speechlessness.

As arrogant as they were before, they were now just as humble.

The slap in the face came so swiftly, catching everyone off-guard.

"Spare your lives?"

Emperor Qin Shi Huang's gaze remained icy as he shook his head.

"This matter is not for me to decide."

"What?"

The six Progenitors had a look of confusion and bewilderment, as did Lola Yu and the countless beings of Soul Land.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang's mouth curved into a smile.

"Since you had the audacity to say that this youngster has no ancestral protection, that the graves of his ancestors have all been laid to rest, then you must bear the corresponding consequences."

"What does that mean..."

The six Progenitors trembled with dread, a foreboding sense engulfing them.

The beings of Douluo were still confused.

But Luo Yu's eyes brightened, as if he realized something yet felt uncertain.

"What does it mean?"

"Bullying the descendants of Huaxia, let alone whether I forgive you, it also depends on whether the other old fellows are willing to let you go."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang spoke with overwhelming authority, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile as he looked towards the golden vortex in Luo Yu's forehead:

"Old fellows, since it's about backing our descendants, come out."

"Let these six so-called 'Progenitors' see clearly what level our Huaxia ancestors are truly on."

"What?"

The six Progenitors were petrified, their hairs standing on end.

"No way."

"So many unfathomably powerful beings, and not just one?"

"Did we just provoke the nest of a powerful entity?"

"Cough cough."

"Then let them open their eyes."

A coughing sound came from the golden vortex, and in an instant, the billions of planets in the Wild Holy Star Domain and all its beings seemed to have heard the same cough.

An old man riding a green ox materialized as a phantom in the void, dressed in a green Daoist robe with white hair and beard, emanating a harmless aura, with a kind and benevolent face.

Riding the green ox in the void, he completely ignored the six Progenitors, his wise eyes kindly gazing at Luo Yu as he nodded slightly.

Luo Yu's spirit was invigorated, feeling as if a stream of Pure Qi had poured into his head.

Divine Soul Power surged.

His Cultivation Level, previously stuck at the Twenty-fourth Order, climbed to the Twenty-fifth Order in an instant, reaching the Ancestor's Realm.

The eyes of the six Progenitors widened in disbelief.

Merely by nodding, he enabled someone to break through to the Ancestor's Realm?

This... this was too terrifying.

They remembered how, from the Twenty-fourth Order to the Twenty-fifth Order, they had spent countless millions of years in closed-door cultivation, battling and comprehending.

And this old man, just with a nod, had made this youngster break through?

To stand on par with them?

What level of strength must this old man possess himself?

The six Progenitors trembled with fear, unable to fathom.

Only now did the old man turn to glance at the six Progenitors.

"Saying this young friend's ancestors are buried, you six, that's quite interesting."

While the old man's words seemed harmless, the six Progenitors' hearts violently convulsed because, in that instant, they realized that half of their Divine Spirits had been inexplicably sliced away, evaporating into nothing, their strength rapidly diminishing.

"What... what kind of technique is this?" the Nether Ancestor let out a terrified scream.

"Too terrifying, to have two such fearsome beings in a single plane," the Imperial Path Ancestor said, trembling.

"Whoosh—"

A chaotic arrow of light shot out from the golden vortex, piercing the bodies of the six Progenitors in the blink of an eye, causing them infinite pain, yet not killing them.

A man with his upper body bare, his skin a coppery hue and his muscles wrapped in a sacred glow, carrying an ancient divine bow, stepped forward.

His indifferent gaze swept over the six Progenitors.

"So it was you who wounded our Huaxia descendant?"

In that moment, the six Progenitors felt as if they had plummeted into an ice pit.

Yet Luo Yu's heart was profoundly shaken...