Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Twelve Ancestral Realm powerhouses loomed menacingly outside the Douluo Planet, their gazes fixed on Luo Yu.

The powerhouses of Soul Land all held their breaths.

They felt an immense sense of oppression.

Because any one of them could easily crush them all with just a finger.

Although Luo Yu was strong, he stood alone, without any companions to lend aid, unable to single-handedly support the fight.

Ning Fengzhi, Tang Chen, and the others were drenched in sweat.

They knew that the reason they didn't feel the pressure as greatly was because Luo Yu was actively bearing it all.

If Luo Yu were to fall, they would certainly know what true despair meant.

Looking up at those unimaginably powerful figures of the old ancestors in the sky, people like Ning Fengzhi revealed a hint of despair in their eyes.

The fact that they hadn't completely fallen apart was entirely due to their trust in Luo Yu's repeated ability to create miracles.

Tang Chen sighed.

Once, he had stood at the pinnacle of this continent, commanding the winds and the rains, but now he felt no different than an ant, only able to survive under the protection of others. This stung his heart deeply, but he was powerless to change anything.

"Brother Yu..." Xiaowu stepped forward, her lush lips tightly pressed together, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her skirt.

Gu Yuena, practical as always, stopped her, "Don't disturb him, it'll distract him."

Xiaowu's enchanting eyes were filled with worry.

"I'm so worried."

Bi Bidong shook her head from the side.

"Which one of us sisters isn't worried? But worrying is useless, we just have to trust Brother Yu."

In the universe, the twelve Ancestral Realm powerhouses saw Luo Yu fly up and confront them directly, which took them by surprise.

"Oh, this native has some guts to fly over here and face us," King Tianwu said with a jeering tone while holding the Jade Seal.

Jian Chenzi shook his head.

"Had it been any other junior who hasn't reached the Ancestral Realm, the sight of all of us together would likely have them kneeling on the ground, unable to stand."

Seventh Ancestor was not in the mood for jest, still nursing his injuries, and his descendant had been slain before. Now, he was filled with malice towards Luo Yu.

"Brat, what's the secret of this ancient tree? Speak or I will make you beg for life in vain, and beg for death in despair."

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, glancing at Seventh Ancestor.

"Old man, who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

"Think you're tough?"

"I think you're just a little toady."

Seventh Ancestor was instantly enraged while the other Ancestral Realm powerhouses found the situation amusing, thinking this youngster was quite bold indeed.

To truly disregard the Ancestral Realm.

Do you even realize the weight the Ancestral Realm carries?

Countless Nineteenth Order powerhouses are trapped by it, unable to break through for tens of thousands of years, and yet you dare mock it?

"You ask if I can fight?"

Seventh Ancestor laughed in rage, his laughter shaking the heavens and the earth, a tide of deadly energy rolling through the cosmos.

Luo Yu beckoned with his finger.

"Come on."

"Toady."

"Boom!"

Seventh Ancestor struck out brazenly, pointing his finger and freezing the surrounding space, carrying with it an earth-shattering force as it barreled down.

Luo Yu immediately invoked spatial maneuvers, weaving and dodging through the air.

Avoiding that gargantuan finger.

Seventh Ancestor sneered repeatedly, sending taunting words through the air.

"You native ant, you like acting tough, huh? Why are you running now?"

Ninth Ancestor stood by, arms crossed over his chest, jeering: "Just a prancing clown. Be careful not to accidentally kill him; that would be too merciful for him."

Seventh Ancestor roared with laughter.

"Don't worry, I only used less than ten percent of my power. It won't kill him, at most it'll cripple him. After all, even though he's just a native ant whose death wouldn't be a pity, we would lose the opportunity to investigate further."

The other Ancestral Realm powerhouses watched Luo Yu dodging and leaping about, desperately avoiding the deadly fingers, and also shook their heads repeatedly, their eyes filled with disdain.

"Everything beneath the Ancestral Realm are mere ants, how could this native have the audacity to scheme against us."

"He looked cool showing off, but his attempt to escape is quite pathetic."

As the enormous finger continued to close in on Luo Yu, firmly locking onto him as if possessing some inexplicable rule power, the creatures of Soul Land couldn't help feeling anxious.

What to do, what should we do now?

The opponent used just a casual move to drive our powerhouse to such a state.

How could we possibly resist such a powerhouse?

A feeling of despair circulated among the ordinary beings.

As for the women, they were somewhat puzzled. What was Brother Yu playing at?

They knew a bit about Luo Yu's trump card and understood that he definitely wouldn't be overwhelmed by the opponent's single finger; there must be some calculation.

With Luo Yu's comical dodging and leaping, many of the Ancestral Realm powerhouses unconsciously let down their guard against him.

They just found him very amusing.

The Seventh Ancestor also shook his head repeatedly.

"Is this it?"

"Is this all?"

"So bold to scheme against us, we actually overestimated you."

The Ninth Ancestor laughed. "Brother Seven, don't say that. I think this ant has quite a talent for escaping."

As Luo Yu continued his frantic escape, and the Seventh Ancestor couldn't be bothered to strengthen his attack, the power of the deadly finger gradually weakened.

In the end, Luo Yu seemed to run out of strength and slowed down a beat, and was directly blasted by the deadly finger.

"Puchi!"

The Dragon King's Armor summoned by Luo Yu showed dense cracks, he grunted, spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, and flew backwards.

His aura dropped rapidly and weakened to the extreme.

"Not good!"

Countless beings of Soul Land saw this scene, turned pale, and fell into despair.

Luo Yu lost, their Guardian God was defeated, and it seemed there was no chance for Soul Land to survive.

The many Ancestral Realm powerhouses, on the other hand, had smiles curling on their lips.

"You can't insult the Ancestral Realm."

"As soon as this ant dared to scheme against the Ancestral Realm, the outcome was already doomed."

The Seventh Ancestor shook his head again and again.

"Trash, just by killing the Ten Heavenly Lords, you thought you had what it takes to challenge the Ancestral Realm? You don't even have the qualifications to please this ancestor."

He was about to flash forward to capture the weakened Luo Yu when a figure beside him flew out.

"Brother Seven, wait. Let me catch this ant. Don't dirty your hands."

The Ninth Ancestor let out a ferocious laugh, chased after the backwards-flying Luo Yu, caught his ankle, and lifted him up upside down.

"Kid, honestly reveal the origin of this ancient tree, and I can make your death less painful."

At this moment, the entire continent was plunged into despair, for their plane master was bloodied all over, held up effortlessly by someone.

Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu and others sensed that something wasn't right.

Bi Bidong and the women knew for sure that there was a problem.

Luo Yu remained silent for a long time, and the Ninth Ancestor shook his ankle.

"No way."

"He can't be this weak, can he? Taken down just like that by a single move from my Brother Seven?"

"Useless."

"Sigh—"

Just at that moment, a long sigh rang out.

Before the words fell, Luo Yu's hand produced a blood-red Godly Sword, which pierced straight through the Ninth Ancestor's chest. At the same time, three killing intent-filled Godly Swords shot out from the Heavenly Spirit Cover at a rapid pace, tracing mysterious trajectories as they embedded themselves separately into the Ninth Ancestor's skull and shoulder blade, sending blood splattering everywhere and shocking everyone…