Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Luo Yu smiled.

"Is this considered disrespectful?"

"I'll give you a chance now, display your power to please me, otherwise, you can go ahead and die."

"You will not regret it, Lord Nether King is not someone that your insignificant Great Xia's Ancient Spirits can match," Hudson said with disdain.

Luo Yu laughed.

"Who gave you such confidence? Do all the outsiders think like this?"

"It can't be this noob deity behind you that's given you this confidence, right?"

"Clack, clack—"

Hades' Divine Son Hudson's teeth snapped together, making an eerie sound, his body seeming to overflow with the flames of hell.

"I, Hudson, on behalf of Lord Nether King, decree your death."

As the Nether King's Phantom possessed him, a dense array of gray secret patterns appeared all over his body; his aura soared higher and higher, his body erupted in a circle of gray flames, in which countless souls and fierce ghosts seemed to wail, and white bone spurs grew out of his elbows, knees, and shoulders.

"Boom—"

He vanished in an instant, bearing the oppressive might of the Nether God, aggressively overpowering Luo Yu.

"Interesting, but not by much."

Luo Yu called back the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Ancient Spirit and stepped forward, engaging in combat with Hades' Divine Son.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Successive booms erupted. Initially, Hades' Divine Son was full of confidence, exuding arrogance and scorn, but later disbelief.

"How can this be!"

"You think you can fight me toe-to-toe without summoning the Ancient Spirits?"

With the power of the Nether King bolstering him, he, a Divine Son with Divine Power, was more than ten times stronger than an ordinary Martial Artist.

It was the difference between heaven and earth.

The Deities are unquestionably the most terrifying existence in the human world, and anything related to the Deities harbors unimaginable power.

And even more so for a God's Child who has received the Deities' inheritance.

"Bang—"

Hades' Divine Son punched Luo Yu's shoulder, expecting to repel him, but Luo Yu just grinned, and with a backhand slap on his face, a massive force hit, flipping Hudson out.

"How can this be!"

Hades' Divine Son did not care about the depression on his face from the blow; what terrified him was that without summoning the Ancient Spirits, Luo Yu managed to match him evenly?

It was inconceivable.

Luo Yu snorted coldly, "Don't compare me to trash that relies only on the power of the gods."

Indeed, because of the Secret Technique of Myriad Transformations, his way of cultivation was different from everyone else in the world, taking a special path of assimilating myriad ways into his being.

While others simply utilize the power of the gods, he truly assimilated certain things, drawing them to nourish and strengthen himself.

As the dazzling seed within his Dantian coalesced, it affirmed he was on the right path.

"You are talking big!"

"Watch me shatter you."

"Nether King Transformation."

Hudson's gray eyes overflowed with a vibrating gray mist, and the surrounding gray death aura shrouded over, seeping into his body; flesh writhed, mixing with the gray air, ultimately forming a blood-gray corneous layer, making him look like a monster, far from human.

"Nether King Transformation? More like a monster transformation," Luo Yu said with a light laugh.

"You will pay the price in blood and tears for your disdain towards the gods," Hudson uttered in a monstrous, hoarse voice.

Transforming into a gray afterimage, he appeared above Luo Yu in an instant.

His foot stomped down heavily.

It seemed the next second, Luo Yu's head would be crushed.

"Let me open your eyes today, you Western dog."

Golden power surged around Luo Yu, his benevolent energy dispersing the death aura nearby as he lifted his hand upward, a swastika shining in his palm.

"Boom—"

Hudson's monstrous form was blasted away to the side.

"Clang! Clang!!"

From within the backlight of the golden light behind Luo Yu, a Golden Buddha emerged.

Wearing a precious crown and heavenly garments, his brows depicted Vajra's fierce eyes, coupled with the compassion for the world, embodying the divine countenance, he descended amongst mortals.

"Who... who is this?"

Hudson instinctively felt a strong repulsion and discomfort; more accurately, it was fear.

Luo Yu now appeared serene and majestic, like a divine Buddha's Child.

He thrust out his palm, and a palm strike whirled forth, looking like a spiraling swastika or as if a Golden Buddha seated in meditation was suppressing Hudson.

"Damn it!"

"I refuse to believe the power of the Nether God could lose."

Hudson, carrying the grey aura of death, attacked with overwhelming force.

Underneath the all-encompassing radiance of the Buddha's light, all traces of deathly aura, like dark clouds meeting blackness, were purified and dissipated into nothingness.

"Ah!"

Hudson screamed within the Buddha's seal, experiencing what true suppression felt like; the light of the Buddha was immensely lethal to beings of death like him, its power exponentially multiplied.

His mutated grey keratin melted away like ice in the sun, rapidly evaporating into wisps of grey vapor ascending towards the sky, revealing the crimson flesh beneath.

Luo Yu's eyes widened.

The swastika seal of the Buddha crashed down, pinning Hudson to the ground. The so-called Divine Son of the Nether God let out a wail and fell to his knees.

"Prostrate yourself!"

With a rebuke, Hudson sprawled on the ground like a dog, his whole body touching the earth. The light shadow belonging to the Nether God's possession was directly dispersed by the shining Buddha light.

"How is this possible..."

"How can it be like this!" Hudson let out a cry of incredulity, unable to accept such a defeat.

"Step... step..."

Luo Yu walked toward him step by step, his soles covered in Buddha light, and then he stepped on the head of Hudson, Hades' Divine Son.

"So-called Divine Son of the Nether God."

"Is this it?"

"Who's supporting you from behind?" Hudson asked.

"He? " Luo Yu laughed lightly, "The likes of your Western hell's Nether God don't even qualify to carry shoes for the Ten Kings of Hell in Our Great Xia's Yama's Palace of the Underworld."

"And He, is even above the Ten Kings of Hell."

"Not until hell is empty, shall I become a Buddha."

"Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Hudson's pupils contracted as he gnashed his teeth in denial, "Lord Nether King has decreed that your Eastern gods will never awaken."

"You must have used some kind of trick."

"Oh?"

Luo Yu arched an eyebrow, and with a flick of his finger, several chains made up of Buddhist script burst forth, piercing through every joint in Hudson's body and locking him to the ground.

"Ah—"

Hudson felt the scorching pain of his soul being burned.

"Keep torturing me if you will. Others might not know your situation, but do you think I don't?"

As Hudson screamed, he sneered:

"All the great gods of the West have declared that Your Great Xia will have no gods revived. You, there must be something wrong with you."

"What do you think I came here for? It's to probe the depths of your secrets."

Luo Yu seemed to realize something, his lips curling upwards: "What are you trying to say?"

"You are fake, you're nothing but a false God's Child created by Great Xia. Don't think we are unaware of that news," Hudson spat out with a cold laugh.

"Then how do you explain lying here?" Luo Yu found it somewhat amusing. He was already suppressed, yet he was still talking tough?

"You must have borrowed external power! It must be so. Lord Nether King will not lose, our Western deities will never lose."

"This is just a clone manufactured by Lord Nether King to help me cultivate. Wait until you face my true body; then, prepare to die."

"To kill you twice?" Luo Yu's eyes lit up, nodding: "Not bad."

Hudson said, "If you let this clone of mine leave, and we meet again, we from Mount Olympus are willing to accept your allegiance. The foundation of Your Great Xia has long been seen through by us."

Luo Yu laughed softly.

"Creating such a useful clone must have come at no small price. Plus, the soul housed within this body of yours is real. Losing it, you'll suffer too, won't you?"

Before Hudson could reply, Luo Yu struck out with his palm, like the Tathagata's Palm, a golden hand slammed down toward the ground.

"Since you've come—"

"Then die."

The golden palm instantly crushed Hudson, leaving a deep five-finger crater in the ground. Not a trace of bone left.

Luo Yu looked down at the deep crater, shaking his head.

"This is the Western Divine Son?"

"If they are all this weak, it is rather disappointing."

...

Far in the West, inside a hall at the base of Mount Olympus, a blonde, majestic-looking young man sat with his eyes closed upon his throne.

Suddenly, he trembled, a grunt escaping him, as blood began to flow from his seven orifices.

"The Great Xia's impostor God's Child!"

"You shall die!"

"Next time you face my true self, I will take your life!!"

Angry roars echoed throughout the great hall...