Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 315 Tang Wutong's Angry

Although Tang Wutong was innocent, the root of all this tragedy and fate stemmed from her hypocritical god-king father.

If Tang San hadn't painstakingly fused a fragment of Tang Wutong's soul with the Emperor Beast, there wouldn't have been a "Wang Qiu'er" with an independent consciousness, Tang Wutong wouldn't have remained in an "incomplete" state with an incomplete soul, and the two of them wouldn't have ended up in this desperate situation where they could only survive and never be able to live.

"What utter nonsense are you spouting?!"

Tang Wutong was extremely agitated and her thoughts were in complete disarray.

Looking at the face before her, so similar yet so different from her own, and listening to these incoherent yet scathing accusations, a wave of anger and immense powerlessness washed over her, as she felt utterly deceived and manipulated by her closest confidant.

Why does everyone seem to know some earth-shattering secret? Why is she the only one like a fool, blindfolded and deaf, living in a colossal lie?!
"You will understand everything soon."

Wang Qiu'er didn't bother to explain any further.

The Golden Dragon Spear emitted a deep hum in her hand, and its tip suddenly condensed into an extremely dazzling golden light that seemed to pierce through everything. The sharp killing intent locked onto Tang Wutong as if it were a tangible thing—clearly, she was ready to get serious and end it all with a battle.

No matter how much she said, Tang Wutong wouldn't understand or agree, since it was her father who was being criticized.

"Although I don't understand any of your nonsense, I, Tang Wutong, am not someone to be trifled with."

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone Tang Wutong, who has been pampered since childhood and harbors the unruly spirit of a little witch from the divine realm.

Her face darkened completely, and a blazing fire of utter rage flashed in her eyes.

With a sudden flick of her right hand, a massive, jet-black Haotian Hammer appeared out of thin air in her fair palm.

On the hammer, the ancient and mysterious patterns, under the frenzied infusion of surging soul power, suddenly lit up with a dark and profound light, exuding a terrifying aura as heavy as a mountain and as domineering as an unparalleled force.

Anyone who is attacked for no reason and then has to listen to these confusing and accusatory words about their father would be furious, let alone her.

"clang--!!!!!"

The pitch-black Haotian Hammer and the dazzling golden Dragon Spear clashed fiercely once again.

This time, it was no longer a test, but a full-on, unreserved clash.

The dazzling golden light and the somber black light were like two raging energies with life, tearing at each other, devouring each other, and annihilating each other.

The deafening clang of the metal colliding was like a series of thunderclaps, piercing eardrums and echoing fiercely and persistently over the vast ruins.

Neither Wang Qiu'er, who possesses the bloodline of the Golden Dragon and is incredibly powerful, nor Tang Wutong, who inherited the Clear Sky Hammer and is exceptionally talented from a young age, showed any sign of being a weak woman at this moment.

The two men's slender yet terrifyingly powerful arms were taut, each step they took causing the ground to tremble slightly, and each violent clash of their weapons unleashing a visible, violent shockwave that sent the already broken bricks and beams flying everywhere.

The Clear Sky Hammer is recognized as the most powerful weapon spirit in the world, and the Golden Dragon spirit spirit simulated by Wang Qiu'er is even more hailed as the "ancestor of power," the embodiment of ultimate power.

These two girls, who look remarkably alike, are now fighting in the same style: fierce, domineering, and fearless.

They fought with increasing ferocity, their aura rising wildly like boiling water. The turbulent energy currents from their intense clashes forced the surrounding air to hum and twist violently under their strain.

"Little Lord!"

Not far away, the Haotian Sect disciples, who had not yet recovered from the series of events, saw Tang Wutong being fiercely attacked by the blonde girl and their eyes widened in fury. They all wanted to rush forward to help her.

However, before they could even take a few steps—

boom! ! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted right in front of them.

The intense flames, like blooming red lotuses, instantly engulfed the space in front of them. The terrifying high-temperature shockwaves, like invisible giant hands, brutally blew away several Haotian Sect disciples who were at the forefront.

"Ugh—!"

The screams were drowned out by the deafening explosion.

The disciples fell to the ground in the distance like kites with broken strings, their bodies emitting blue smoke, their clothes charred and torn, their exposed skin covered with horrifying burn marks, and their hair still sparking. Clearly, they had been severely injured and rendered unable to fight in an instant.

As the flames and billowing smoke slowly dissipated, a sleek, futuristic silver-white mecha, like a silent grim reaper, appeared before everyone's eyes.

The mecha gleamed with the cold, hard luster unique to metal, with emerald green energy trails flowing through its joints. The thruster nozzles on its back still bore faint traces of blazing red flames, and the whole exuded a chilling, unapproachable aura of killing intent.

"Sorry, command confirmed. You... are all going to die."

A deep male voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation and processed by a voice changer, coldly emanated from inside the mecha, each word like a death knell tolling in the hearts of everyone in the Haotian Sect.

"Form ranks, charge together, and slaughter this iron lump!"

The disciples from the Haotian Sect who came to participate in this competition were all elites of the sect, the weakest of whom was a Soul Emperor level expert, with unwavering willpower. After a brief moment of shock, a ruthless and resolute look flashed in the eyes of the remaining dozen or so disciples.

They exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding instantly formed, and simultaneously unleashed their soul power.

"Om-!"

One after another, incredibly heavy Haotian hammers, wrapped in black soul power, suddenly appeared in their hands, and the terrifying force field made the surrounding air thicken.

The next moment, like moths drawn to a flame, they charged desperately towards the silver-white mech from different directions, driven by a resolute will and the domineering sound of the Haotian Hammer cutting through the wind.

Faced with several figures attacking fiercely from different angles at the same time, the surface of the silver-white mecha suddenly erupted with intensely burning, almost incandescent orange-red flames.

The extreme heat caused severe light distortion in the space around the mecha, and the scorched earth beneath their feet was instantly melted and gleamed with an eerie oily sheen.

The next second—

call out!
The silver figure moved.

She transformed into a blazing streak of light that tore through the air, and charged towards the dozen or so Haotian Sect disciples.

The thrusters on her back spewed out dazzling crimson flames at full power, giving her terrifying speed that exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could see, leaving only blurry afterimages and ear-piercing sonic booms in her wake.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!”

Several short, violent explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

All the powerful attacks from the Haotian Sect disciples missed their targets, failing to even touch the hem of their clothes.

On the contrary, they themselves felt as if they had been hit head-on by a steel mountain range that was moving at supersonic speed.

"puff--!"

The sickening sound of bones shattering rang out in rapid succession.

Without exception, all the disciples who rushed forward were sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

Their blood was still in mid-air when it was instantly evaporated into a scarlet blood mist by the terrifying heat.

The Haotian Hammers in their hands, renowned for their sturdiness and power, couldn't even withstand the terrifying impact transmitted in an instant. Cracks spread across the hammers like a spider web, and then with a "crack," they shattered inch by inch, turning into dust.

Their bodies, like broken rag dolls, slammed helplessly into the distant ruins, rolled a few times, and then fell completely silent, without even a trace of struggle; their life force vanished instantly.

Liu Ying stood silently in place, her silver-white mecha gleaming with a cold, hard luster under the flickering firelight around her, like a work of art that had just completed a killing.

Her primary task was complete: eliminating all the miscellaneous enemies who might interfere with the duel between Wang Qiu'er and Tang Wutong.

It seemed that there was nothing more for her to do next, but her gaze, hidden behind the mask, still involuntarily fell on Lu Jingming and Wang Qiu'er not far away. She made slight adjustments to her machine, ready to start up again at any time to provide support.

"Bastards, you bunch of bastards!!!"

On the other side, Titan, who was resisting Lu Jingming's black spear attack, clearly felt the familiar auras of the sect disciples being extinguished one after another and completely disappeared, thanks to his powerful senses.

The anger and grief that had been building up in his chest erupted like a volcano.

He let out a deafening roar, his already exaggerated muscles bulging and swelling wildly as if inflated, his black hair standing on end like sharp steel needles, and his skin gleaming with a heavy, rock-like sheen.

In the blink of an eye, with a deafening roar, his figure transformed into a terrifying Titan ape, over a hundred meters tall and as large as a moving mountain.

The enormous foot slammed heavily onto the ground, causing the entire ruined area to tremble and crack violently.

Those enormous eyes, burning with furious flames like giant lanterns, were fixed on Lu Jingming below, filled with primal savagery and murderous intent.

Titan's temper was as fiery as a volcano, and the previous sneak attack by Lu Jingming had already enraged him.

At this moment, the other side actually slaughtered so many Haotian Sect disciples in front of him with thunderous methods.

This utter atrocity finally ignited the ferocity of this beast.

"Roar--!!!"

The Titan Ape roared to the sky, its fury shaking the heavens. The enormous sound waves spread out as if they were tangible, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air.

His massive, mountain-like body suddenly moved, each step causing the earth to tremble, carrying a primal and savage terrifying aura as he launched a ferocious charge towards the small yet dangerous figure below—Lu Jingming.

(End of this chapter)