Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 132 Father Bids Farewell, Son Laughs at Tang Xiaosan, Shameless Little Prison Anus

"The mistress, save me!"

When his martial soul was completely destroyed, the Ancient Seal of Suppressing Prisons was no longer able to stop him and fell towards Tang Hao like a mountain. He only had time to shout once.

But his last cry for help failed to entice Tang San to lend him a hand.

It wasn't until the moment before his death that Tang Hao's heart was filled with regret.

This wretched child was indeed not his biological son, and remained unmoved by his repeated pleas for help.

A flood of memories rushed into Tang Hao's mind in an instant, but then receded like the tide in the next moment.

There was a boom.

The Ancient Seal of Prison Suppression landed completely, and the ground trembled three times.

The Ghost Douluo, the only one among the four who besieged Tang Hao who knew Ning Qiuyang relatively well, was teetering on the brink of collapse before the Ancient Prison-Suppressing Seal.

If that ancient seal were to be smashed towards him, he probably wouldn't even have the will to defend himself.

"do you died?"

Demon Bear Douluo was still somewhat incredulous.

Haotian Douluo, who was pursued and intercepted by so many experts from the Spirit Hall back then but was not killed, has lost his life here?
"He's probably really dead," said Ghost Leopard Douluo.

"Old Ghost, what's wrong with you?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo noticed Ghost Douluo's unusual behavior and asked with some confusion.

"No...nothing."

Ghost Douluo waved his hand.

As the Ancient Seal of Prison Suppression disappeared, the feeling of being pricked by thorns also dissipated considerably.

"Tang Hao is dead, and his body has been smashed to pieces."

The Ancient Seal of Prison Suppression disappeared, and Tang Hao, who was hit by it, had been turned into a pile of minced meat.

"Something's wrong."

Suddenly, Chrysanthemum Douluo noticed that the mass of flesh was wriggling.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson light flew towards Tang San, which he swallowed whole.

"Dad, I didn't kill you on purpose. You will always be my Tang San's father."

Tang San had already tampered with Tang Hao, but not with the same methods Dai Mubai and the others used to cultivate blood food; it was a more secretive approach.

After returning from the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang Hao was still seriously injured and had not yet recovered. At that time, Tang San, who was still hesitating, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and left the devouring power of the Rakshasa God in Tang Hao's body.

After recovering from his injuries, Tang Hao has been unable to unleash his full fighting power as before.

He thought it was because his spirit rings had exploded too many times, but the main reason was that some of his power had been stolen by the Devouring Power.

However, until he arrived at Wuhun City, Tang San had not made up his mind to actively devour Tang Hao.

However, Tang Hao's suggestion that Xiao Wu should sacrifice herself gave Tang San a hint that he did not need to actively devour Tang Hao.

If Tang Hao were to be in dire straits and killed by others, he could still use the devouring power he had already left in the person's body to bring back their soul power and essence of flesh and blood before they died.

"Father, go in peace. You will live on with me forever. When I become a god, I will do everything I can to resurrect you."

Having said that, Tang San, who had inherited Tang Hao's last legacy, experienced another surge in his aura, completely breaking through to the Soul Douluo realm.

With the blessing of the Soul Bone Set, Tang San felt like a volcano that had been dormant for countless years, possessing inexhaustible energy.

"Good, very good, that's it. I'm appreciating you more and more, kid. Compared to that useless woman, you are indeed more suitable to inherit the Rakshasa God's position."

In Tang San's mind, the Rakshasa God laughed excitedly.

When he was drawn to Tang San, he already knew what kind of person Tang San was. However, Tang San's various methods made even the Rakshasa God, who had anticipated this, feel that his methods were extremely ruthless and vicious.

He hesitated repeatedly, saying he wouldn't pass the divine test, but he had prepared well in advance.

No matter who they respected most, who their closest relatives, or who their dearest loved ones were, in Tang San's eyes, none could compare to himself. Tang San did not answer Rakshasa God's words, but instead looked at Ning Qiuyang from afar.

“The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. Ning Qiuyang, I will definitely kill you to avenge my father.”

Onlookers: "..."

They were all stunned by Tang San's shamelessness.

There were few fools present; they could all see that Tang San had long ago laid a trap for his father, whom he had just been so close to, and in the end, everything Tang Hao had was devoured by him.

It can be said that Tang Hao died entirely at the hands of Tang San.

But Tang San is now constantly talking about the murder of his father, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Dong'er, save me."

Yu Xiaogang was unaware that Bibi Dong had arrived in front of him, and he continued to scream in a mournful voice.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly, and he was finding it very difficult to even breathe.

The shadow of death drew ever closer to him, making him feel that he would follow in Flanders' footsteps at any moment.

This was the first time Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong looked each other directly in the eye.

At this moment, all feelings of jealousy, resentment, and hatred vanished from Liu Erlong's heart.

"I'm entrusting him to you."

Bibi Dong stared intently into Liu Erlong's eyes.

After learning that Yu Xiaogang had left her and immediately started a relationship with Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong wanted to kill this woman more than once.

But now Liu Erlong was standing right in front of her, yet she showed no intention of making a move.

"Dong'er, is that you? Dong'er, I've missed you so much."

Yu Xiaogang was filled with fear; he was terrified of death.

Faced with the threat of death, his friendship with Flander, his affection for Liu Erlong, and even his personal dignity and face no longer mattered; all he wanted was to survive.

Even though he was blind, he still wanted to live.

"That Yu Xiaogang is a real scoundrel; he has absolutely no personal dignity."

Amidst the complex battle situation, many people were drawn to Yu Xiaogang's repeated shouts.

They felt nothing but utter disdain for this "master" whose performance was so appalling.

"You can tell how shameless this person is just by the fact that he calls himself a master everywhere he goes."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Didn't you see that His Holiness the Pope personally saved him? They might have a close relationship."

Most people were puzzled to see that Bibi Dong had personally taken action, especially to save such a useless person.

What merits does Yu Xiaogang, this good-for-nothing, possess to win the heart of a woman like Liu Erlong, and what merits does he possess to warrant the personal rescue of the Pope of the Spirit Hall?

"Yu Xiao just called out to Dong'er, could it be..."

"Do you want to die? Don't say things you shouldn't say."

"His Holiness the Pope's real name seems to be... cough cough cough, I've said too much."

Although everyone was afraid of Bibi Dong's status and authority as pope and dared not say anything openly, their doubts and confusion were written all over their faces.

Everyone felt that the trip to Wuhun City was worthwhile, as they not only witnessed the great battle between young soul masters, but also witnessed so many dramatic events.

It has now been discovered that even the most esteemed Pope seems to have a hidden past, and it involves Yu Xiaogang, a well-known good-for-nothing.

“Bibi Dong has completely disgraced the Spirit Hall.”

On the high platform, Qian Renxue watched this scene with a cold expression and said in an icy voice.

(End of this chapter)