Chapter 397: War of the Gods (End)

Neither the Silver Dragon King nor Di Tian hesitated to refuse, with the Silver Dragon King being especially furious. "Yang Podi, you have already ruined the soul beast race's millennia-long plan, and now you even dream of imprisoning us? That is absolutely impossible."

Yang Podi spoke coldly, "What bullshit plan? If it weren't for your indulgence, or rather your secret manipulations, this war wouldn't have happened at all. So many of my human race have died—someone must be held responsible. Either you or Di Tian."

"I am still speaking reasonably now. But if you refuse, then I'll let my sword do the talking. In this world, strength is always supreme."

The Silver Dragon King sneered. "You're right. In this world, strength is indeed supreme. But do you really think this is the extent of my power? Even though you wield the Power of Creation, you are merely at level 100. Compared to me, your level difference is too vast. If it weren't for the restrictions of Douluo Star's laws, crushing you would be as easy as stepping on an ant."

Yang Podi's face turned cold. "Then let's fight. I'd like to see just how powerful you really are."

Without further words, Yang Podi struck. The Silver Dragon King was a fragment of the Dragon God, hailed as the ruler of the soul beasts. Perhaps due to the split, her intelligence was ridiculously low, but she had inherited part of the Dragon God's power, making her the strongest being beneath the God-Kings.

Yang Podi grasped the Asura Demon Sword, his figure flashing as he arrived in front of the Silver Dragon King, slashing downward with a simple yet radiant strike that seemed to contain infinite power.

The Silver Dragon King sneered and thrust her Silver Dragon Spear forward. In just one exchange, the Asura Demon Sword and the Silver Dragon Spear clashed.

Yang Podi had infused most of his strength into this sword strike, no longer probing like before. It was infused with boundless Creation Power, while the Silver Dragon Spear was imbued with endless elemental energy.

Yet with just one strike, the originally brilliant and dazzling Silver Dragon Spear dimmed, and even a faint sword mark appeared on it.

Seeing this, the Silver Dragon King was instantly enraged. Ignoring the suppression of the world's laws, she let out a dragon roar, causing the surrounding space to shatter. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been damaged. Even destruction energy surged within the Silver Dragon Spear.

Yang Podi didn't hesitate. He swung his sword once more, unleashing an endless storm of sword energy that enveloped the entire sky, as if transforming into countless laws that instantly surrounded the Silver Dragon King.

For the first time, the Silver Dragon King's expression turned grim. She sensed something unusual but had no choice but to respond. With a mighty roar, she transformed into a silver dragon over ten thousand meters long. A burst of radiant energy exploded forth, clashing directly with the sword energy.

Seeing that the Silver Dragon King had revealed her true form, Yang Podi's seventh soul ring gleamed. In an instant, he transformed into a towering giant—the evolved Heaven and Earth Dharma Form.

With this form, Yang Podi wielded an immeasurably long golden greatsword, slowly bringing it down upon the Silver Dragon King. The sky itself split in half as the sword slashed into her colossal body, leaving a hideous wound.

The Silver Dragon King retaliated, swinging her massive tail toward him. A move known as Divine Dragon Tail Whip—a force that seemed capable of shattering Yang Podi's Heaven and Earth Dharma Form.

But Yang Podi was unfazed. Pouring his endless energy into the golden greatsword, he swung it forward with all his might, his voice echoing, "Creation."

At the moment of impact between the Divine Dragon Tail Whip and Yang Podi's sword, the world seemed to crack apart. Another ghastly wound appeared on the Silver Dragon King's tail, and golden blood rained down upon the earth like a divine blessing, filling the air with the scent of life.

Seeing that the battle would only continue to escalate and end disastrously for the Silver Dragon King, Di Tian quickly intervened. "Yang Podi, don't harm my master. I am willing to stay in her place."

Hearing this, Yang Podi withdrew his sword. The Heaven and Earth Dharma Form slowly dissipated, and he returned to his normal state.

The Silver Dragon King also reverted to her human form, though she looked quite disheveled, her body covered in wounds.

At this moment, she spoke coldly. "I never expected this… truly unexpected. Yang Podi, you have not only mastered the Power of Creation, but you have also become the Lord of Douluo Star. From now on, as long as you remain on this planet, no one will be your match—not even the Five God-Kings."

Yang Podi shook his head. "I don't care about being the Lord of the Plane, nor do I care about mastering any power. What I care about is the damage your soul beast race has inflicted on Douluo Star—the countless lives lost. That is something I will never tolerate."

The Silver Dragon King laughed mockingly. "How noble of you. So it's fine for humans to harm soul beasts? It's fine for your kind to destroy my Star Dou Forest? Do you think too highly of yourself?"

Yang Podi sneered. "What a joke of a Soul Beast Ruler. After leading this war, you are no longer worthy of that title."

"Since you arrived on Douluo Star, what have you done for it? What have you done for the soul beast race? Other than hiding in the depths of Star Dou Forest, enjoying the offerings of your kind and basking in your so-called authority, have you made any contributions at all? You stood by and watched as your followers perished—what right do you have to speak?"

Only now did the Silver Dragon King truly take in the sight of Spirit City—a battlefield drenched in blood. The soul beast race had suffered catastrophic losses. Tens of thousands of hundred-thousand-year soul beasts had perished. The total number of dead ordinary soul beasts was in the millions, perhaps even higher. Even her most loyal subordinate, Bear Lord, had fallen. For the Star Dou Forest, this was an extinction-level disaster.

The Silver Dragon King let out a bitter, twisted laugh, her delicate face streaked with tears. "Yang Podi, you are right. As the Soul Beast Ruler, I have failed completely. I will take responsibility for this."

From a distance, Di Tian transformed into a shadow, appearing beside the Silver Dragon King. "Master, this isn't your fault. It's the fault of those false gods in the Divine Realm. Our soul beast race was merely deceived."

"Tang San was indeed nurtured by us, but it is clear that the Divine Realm was behind everything. Even the Evil God personally set up divine trials for Tang San. The contents of his trial were undoubtedly to incite this war, to spread destruction, and to fill the land with evil energy."

The Silver Dragon King raised her hand, stopping him. "Di Tian, enough. We lost. We lost far too badly. You have been the true ruler of Star Dou Forest all this time. The forest needs you now. You must maintain order and lead the remaining soul beasts back. Otherwise, our race will face total annihilation."

Di Tian protested, "Master, the soul beast race needs you. You are the true symbol of our kind."

The Silver Dragon King shook her head. "Di Tian, take the survivors and leave. I will stay in the human world as atonement for this failure."

Di Tian hesitated. "But Master… how can I simply watch you become Yang Podi's prisoner? How can I stand by while you suffer humiliation?"

Yang Podi sneered. "Di Tian, Silver Dragon King, don't blame me for being ruthless. You both call yourselves leaders—one the Soul Beast Ruler, the other the Beast God. But what have you ever done for your people?"

"Other than watching them slaughter each other, have you ever contributed a single thing?"

Looking back at the original story, Yang Podi found it laughable. After ten thousand years, Star Dou Forest had shrunk to less than one percent of its original size. And these so-called leaders had done nothing. They had silently witnessed the soul beasts' decline, their slaughter, and their loss of land.

Di Tian, supposedly the strongest on Douluo Continent, had done nothing but bully the weak.

And the Silver Dragon King? A fragment of the Dragon God, yet she idolized Tang San, even believing he had helped the soul beasts. Yang Podi almost wanted to ask her—what had Tang San ever done for them?

In the end, looking at the original work, Tang San was nothing more than the soul beasts' gravedigger—the one who orchestrated their ruin.

In the end, under Yang Podi's contemptuous gaze, the Silver Dragon King remained alone in Spirit City, while Di Tian let out a deafening dragon roar, signaling the soul beasts to retreat in a panic.

However, before leaving, Yang Podi coldly spoke to Di Tian, "Di Tian, remember the outcome of this war. If your soul beast race dares to break the agreement and launch another beast tide or entertain any other tricks, I won't hesitate to erase your soul beast race completely. At worst, humanity will no longer have high-level soul masters."

Di Tian's expression became extremely grim as he left. This war was a humiliation to the soul beast race, possibly marking its true decline. And he was the war's true initiator and planner. If not for the sake of the soul beast race's survival, he would have killed himself out of shame.

Bibi Dong then solemnly declared the war's end—the Spirit Empire had emerged victorious.

The originally exhausted and injured people of Spirit City, worn down by consecutive battles, suddenly erupted in a thunderous wave of cheers, as if they had witnessed a historic miracle for humanity.

"Long live the Spirit Empire!"

"Long live Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Long live the Angel God!"

No one knew who started it, but countless voices echoed across the land. There even seemed to be some kind of mysterious energy within them. The divine radiance of Qian Renxue's Angel God became even more dazzling, and even Bibi Dong's aura carried an inexplicable change—it no longer felt as sinister as her original Rakshasa God's power.

Yang Podi understood that this was the power of faith, but he merely smiled faintly and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, in the process of becoming a god, he had absorbed too much of Douluo Star's energy, feeling as if he had already merged with the entire planet.

Bibi Dong, however, remained composed. She immediately dispatched Flame Eagle Douluo and Azure Luna Douluo, along with several flying Soul Douluos and Soul Saints, to follow the retreating soul beast army. She personally went to negotiate with Di Tian, ensuring that during their withdrawal, no humans would be harmed. Otherwise, it would be considered a violation of the war treaty, and they would bear the consequences.Flame Eagle Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo were also assigned to monitor the entire process.

After the soul beast army withdrew, Bibi Dong swiftly organized the survivors to rescue the wounded, provide relief to the deceased, and bury the fallen. She also established post-war procedures, efficiently arranging for messengers to spread the news of victory across the empire to prevent any opportunists from stirring trouble.

Yang Podi simply chuckled at this. His "cheap mother-in-law" might have an unorthodox way of handling things, even ruthless at times, but in terms of strategic vision, she was indeed exceptional—at least she was a qualified ruler.

On the battlefield, however, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the remnants of the Strength Clan and Speed Clan found themselves in an awkward position. Though they numbered only a few dozen, they had acted as guides for the soul beast army, causing significant harm to Spirit Empire's soul masters. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, in particular, had formed the Hell White Tiger and slain many soul masters.

Now, with the war over and the soul beasts defeated, their situation was clear. Di Tian and the soul beast army were too preoccupied with retreating to care about them. As for the other soul beasts, except for a few Ten-Thousand-Year ones, none of them recognized them anyway. They couldn't exactly follow the ordinary soul beasts, as they might be killed as enemies—after all, this war had involved an overwhelming number of soul beasts.

Without hesitation, Bibi Dong ordered their capture. Every one of them was thrown into prison. As she declared, they had betrayed humanity and acted as traitors. Their fates would be decided later, but there would undoubtedly be a public execution to give justice to the people who had died in the war.

Yang Podi didn't bother interfering. He had always disliked trouble, and post-war matters were nothing but tedious. It was better to leave them to professionals while he slipped away. He took Yang Zhentian, Sword Douluo, and Poison Douluo to the Angel Shrine, the quietest place in Spirit City.

As for the Silver Dragon King, Yang Podi didn't want to deal with such a brainless supreme expert. He simply handed her over to Qian Daoliu—after all, wasn't he the Grand Priest of the Angel Clan? It was only natural for him to handle such war spoils.

Qian Daoliu could only smile bitterly. How could he possibly keep an eye on the Silver Dragon King? He was merely an Ultimate Douluo, while she was a half-step God-King.

Feeling helpless, Qian Daoliu randomly assigned a Soul Saint to accompany the Silver Dragon King around Spirit City, hoping to learn more about her personality to facilitate future negotiations. He himself was too occupied with the affairs of the Worship Hall.

The war had cost the Worship Hall the lives of three members, with the remaining ones all injured. Golden Crocodile Douluo, in particular, was severely wounded. Even the Angel Legion had suffered heavy casualties. Managing and comforting the survivors would keep Qian Daoliu extremely busy in the days to come.

Then again, to the Silver Dragon King, the difference between an Ultimate Douluo and a Soul Saint probably wasn't much.

Yang Podi originally wanted to find Qian Renxue and Ye Lingling, but both were extremely busy. Qian Renxue had been pulled away by Bibi Dong to help manage imperial affairs, while Ye Lingling was occupied with healing people. After all, almost everyone was injured in this war, with countless severely wounded individuals. Only Ye Lingling's healing abilities could make a real difference.