Chapter 442: The God of Pain Descends

"Jasmine, I missed you so much. I really, really missed you."

"I missed you too. I'm so cold. Can you hold me?" Jasmine's petite body trembled slightly.

Yang Dongqing hurriedly pulled Jasmine from the Crystal Coffin and gathered her tightly into his arms, while her small hands quietly wrapped around his neck.

"Jasmine, I won't let you leave me again this time."

Jasmine gave a perfunctory hum. Her eyes were already flooded with a black glow, and blue veins bulged across her fair little face, squirming like countless tiny bugs. Her pearly white teeth had elongated into sharp fangs.

Roar!!

She suddenly lunged for Yang Dongqing's neck. Her fangs, laced with Pain Divine Power, effortlessly pierced the skin of his throat.

"Ah!!" Yang Dongqing felt a piercing agony. "Jasmine, you..."

By now, Jasmine had completely turned into a mindless monster. She frantically tore at Yang Dongqing's flesh, chewing in large mouthfuls as blood and shreds of meat trickled down the corners of her mouth.

Yang Dongqing pushed Jasmine away, staring at the monster before him in sheer disbelief.

"Jasmine, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

The only answer he received was an inhuman shriek. Jasmine dropped to all fours and viciously pounced on him, tearing and biting relentlessly.

"No! How could this happen? Jasmine, it's me!" Yang Dongqing struggled. In truth, with his level of strength, he could have effortlessly subdued her, but he was afraid of hurting her.

Watching from the sidelines, Su Mu could hardly bear the sight. Had a love brain truly scrambled his wits? He was a Gold King, yet he couldn't even tell if the thing in front of him was human or a monster?

Su Mu shook his head in resignation. He knew Yang Dongqing could tell the difference, but he simply refused to. Why else would the concept of self-deception exist? Often, when people were powerless to face cold reality, they chose to deceive themselves.

The man and the monster tangled for a long time before Yang Dongqing finally pinned Jasmine down.

"Why is it like this?! Something must have gone wrong. Don't worry, Jasmine, I'll definitely cure you."

Seeing that Yang Dongqing was going to keep dawdling, Su Mu couldn't wait any longer. He directly mobilized his Divinity of pain and detonated the Pain Divine Power inside Jasmine's body.

Bang!

A firework of flesh and blood bloomed right before Yang Dongqing's eyes. In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

He froze entirely—one second, two seconds, three seconds...

He suddenly lunged forward, using trembling hands to scoop up the remaining chunks of bloody flesh. "Jasmine! No! No..."

Like a madman, he cradled the mutilated flesh against his chest, but blood merely seeped through his fingers and dripped to the floor.

At the same time, Su Mu sensed something. He looked up, his gaze seeming to pierce through countless barriers until it finally landed upon the Abyss.

Within that endless, dark Abyss, a pair of massive eyes quietly opened.

Rumble!

A pitch-black lightning bolt struck down above the Pain Divine Cult Stronghold. Immediately after, the entire stronghold trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake. The tremors constantly expanded in scope, rapidly spreading across the entire Blood Moon Empire.

Countless people panicked and fled in terror. However, the moment they ran out of their homes into the open, they seemed drawn by an invisible force, uncontrollably tilting their heads to gaze up at the sky.

High in the firmament of eternal night, a sun-blotting silhouette hidden within the Black Fog slowly manifested.

Staring straight at Him was like staring straight into the Endless Hell.

Countless painful memories from the past surfaced in everyone's minds—the sight of their dying relatives, the tragic slaughter of war, the desperate screams of innocent lives...

The entire Blood Moon Empire was blanketed in misery and pain.

Buzz!

Eerie ravings echoed between heaven and earth. The noise drilled into their ears like a demonic incantation. People felt splitting headaches, their skulls on the verge of exploding as they collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

"He has finally... descended." A sickly smile curled on Su Mu's lips. God-Slaying was still a first in his life.

The terrifying figure in the sky suddenly cast down billions of strands of black light, which frantically surged into Yang Dongqing's body.

"Ah!!" Yang Dongqing collapsed on the ground, shrieking in agony. Endless black smoke billowed from his nose and mouth. Gradually, his eyes turned completely black, void of any white.

In his moment of utmost agony, when all his hopes had shattered, the God of Pain had finally descended.

And Su Mu's plan had only just begun.

"Xiao Yuan, sever the God of Pain's power transmission."

"Okay." Xiao Yuan's sweet voice rang out in Su Mu's mind.

The next moment, the power of the world was mobilized. Above the dimensions, the Seven Kings Barrier suddenly erupted with blinding white light, instantly intercepting the endless Pain Divine Power seeping out from the Abyss.

However, it wasn't completely blocked; faint threads of black light still continued to fall.

By now, Yang Dongqing had drifted up from the ground, exuding an eerie black glow. The black light acted like a living creature, sketching countless tadpole-like patterns across his body as a terrifying, abyssal aura frantically expanded.

The Pain Divine Cult Stronghold simply couldn't withstand this dreadful pressure and was pulverized in an instant.

In a flash, many of the weaker cultists were crushed to death by falling rubble, while the slightly stronger followers fanatically knelt in the ruins, kowtowing ceaselessly.

Yang Dongqing ignored the kowtowing believers. His black-hole-like eyes locked onto Su Mu, who was hiding in the shadows.

Su Mu smiled faintly. Had he been discovered? He simply revealed himself outright.

Frenzied ravings spilled from Yang Dongqing's mouth. They were bizarre syllables completely incomprehensible to humanity, but Su Mu understood them.

Possessing the Divinity of pain, he understood the message. It meant for him to hand it over.

Hand over what? Naturally, the Creator's Authority from the Land of Origin.

"Wake up, Yang Dongqing," Su Mu called out softly.

However, Yang Dongqing had long been invaded by the God of Pain. Coupled with his deadened heart and absolute despair, there was no chance of him ever waking up.

The God of Pain lost His patience. His feet hovering off the ground, He drifted toward Su Mu, His whole body flashing with black light. Wherever He passed, the very void warped and twisted.

Before He could even get close, Su Mu felt a needle-like prickling pain across his skin. As the distance closed, all of his internal organs began to howl in agony.

It was a very peculiar sensation, as if his own suffering was held entirely within the God of Pain's grasp. The moment He pressed the button, endless pain would flood him like a tidal wave.

Fortunately, Su Mu was an illusion master. He directly activated his sensory manipulation, completely isolating his own sense of pain.

Without such methods, even if the Seven Kings were here, they likely wouldn't be able to face the God of Pain head-on, much less fight Him. The moment they met, they would collapse and scream in misery.

Was this the power of a God? He was merely in the Demigod Realm, and He hadn't even fully descended yet. He didn't even need to strike; just standing there was enough to strip a Gold King of all resistance.

The disparity between humans and Gods truly was an unbridgeable chasm—a gap between two entirely different dimensions.

Facing the approaching God of Pain, Su Mu merely smiled faintly. "A God is indeed very strong, but you shouldn't have chosen Yang Dongqing as your vessel. First, I'll give you a small taste of just how terrifying a love brain can be."