Yu Yuanzhen's footsteps echoed as he walked forward.
Each step was heavy and each step cracked the ground further.
He was utterly unbothered by the destruction. The cracks spreading across the walls crept toward the monument's base, spider webbing across the stone pedestal, making it tremble faintly with every step he took.
The pressure of a Titled Douluo pressed down relentlessly.
Yu Yuanzhen stopped in front of Bishop Rolin. His towering figure cast a vast shadow over the old man.
Without ceremony, he grabbed Rolin by the collar and lifted him off the ground.
Blue lightning flared violently within Yu Yuanzhen's pupils.
His voice was low—cold—filled with disdain.
"Let me ask you something," he said slowly.
"How is your Angel Goddess going to save you from me—right now?"
Bishop Rolin's body trembled.
Pain surged through his frail form.
Yet— When he looked at Yu Yuanzhen, there was no fear in his eyes, but only pity.
"You are being judged…" Bishop Rolin said softly.
The words fell like a whisper—as the cracks beneath the monument continued to spread.
At first they were thin, almost invisible— hairline fractures creeping along the pale stone like veins beneath skin.
Then they widened.
Crk… crk…
The foundation of the monument groaned under an unseen pressure, and the sword-like feathers forming the twelve wings began to tremble. The metallic blades rattled faintly, resonating with a low, unsettling hum.
Yu Yuanzhen laughed.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
His laughter echoed through the shattered hall, arrogant and unrestrained.
As if to prove his point, Yu Yuanzhen deactivated his martial soul. The dragon scales of lightning faded from his body, his aura withdrawing as he stood tall and relaxed, looking down upon Bishop Rolin like a victor savoring the final humiliation.
"You kneel before a monument that looks like some kind of twisted monster," he sneered.
"Do you really think this thing can save you?"
He turned around and raised his arm, pointing at the cross-shaped monument behind him—
And in that very instant—
Clang.
One sword detached.
Then—
Clang—clang—clang—clang—
The metallic feathers detached one after another, as if the wings themselves had decided to shed their blades.
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils constricted, he didn't even have time to gather soul power, before more than twenty swords pierced through him.
The sound of metal piercing flesh rang out repeatedly, sharp and horrifying.
Yu Yuanzhen's mouth opened, his face twisted in disbelief as he tried to speak—
Schlk.
A final sword fell straight down.
It entered through his open mouth, pierced through the back of his skull, and pinned his head to the stone floor.
There was no scream.
The clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—a Level 97 Titled Douluo— Died instantly.
Blood splattered across the broken tiles, the swords vibrating faintly before going completely still.
Silence descended.
The onlookers stood frozen, their minds refusing to process what they had just witnessed.
A Titled Douluo…Killed without resistance…as if by a coincidence. No as if the world decided to swat away an unnecessary fly and cut it by an arranged fate.
Feng Lao, Shui Ning and Huo Tian stared blankly, their heart pounding so violently it hurt.
'Is this… a dream?' they thought
Just moments ago, they had been worrying whether Bishop Rolin would survive.
Now—They were questioning the very laws of the world.
As the stunned crowd struggled to breathe, a small, innocent voice broke the silence.
A little boy tugged at his mother's sleeve and pointed forward.
"Mother… look."
The mother followed his finger—And froze.
Standing before the monument was a blonde-haired girl, as if she had always been there.
Her golden hair flowed softly, untouched by dust or blood. Her purple eyes were calm—so calm they felt distant, detached, inhuman. She stood in such perfect alignment that the twelve wings of the monument seemed to extend from her back, as though they belonged to her.
Then not only the mother, but the entire crowd saw her.
And all of them were stunned by the same terrifying realization—
A second ago, there had been no one there.
Some among the crowd—those with sharper minds, those who had witnessed today's events closely—finally connected the dots.
A conclusion so absurd that rejecting it was harder than accepting it.
Their legs gave out and they knelt.
"The Almighty Angel Goddess…"
The words spread like ripples in water. One voice became ten and ten became a hundred eventually a tide.
"The Almighty Angel Goddess—!"
The plaza erupted into reverent prostration.
Even Shui Ning, Huo Tian, and Feng Lao lowered their heads, their hearts trembling as their worldviews shattered and reassembled in real time.
Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er followed suit—
Though a faint, inexplicable unease lingered in their hearts.
'Why… does she feel familiar?'
As if they had once seen that figure— in a portrait…somewhere deep within Spirit Hall, when they had the opportunity to train there.
Then—A cold, emotionless voice echoed across the plaza.
"I am always watching."
The voice was not loud, yet it resounded directly within their souls.
When the crowd raised their heads again—The Angel Goddess had disappeared
Only the blood-stained floor, the fallen swords, and the corpse of Yu Yuanzhen remained—
As proof that judgment had truly descended and no one knows what kind of turmoil it will eventually lead to knowing that a God is walking among men.
However the true fear will only come when they know her true identity.
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(Author notes: This mini arc should have been over by last week, but since I am not getting enough time it prolonged till here. Now, the most exciting part will be starting, while the chapter speed will be slow this week, I will return to 2 chapters per day from next week.