Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 133 You've Already Seeked Your Own Path to Death (4.6K)

Harosa's pupils suddenly contracted!

The blade of the Angelic Holy Sword trembled violently, emitting an unprecedented hum filled with extreme shock and complex emotions!

Tang San?!

This image, this face, this iconic trident—who else could it be but Tang San, the legendary Sea God, Asura God, and enforcer of the Douluo God Realm?!

Harosa's heart sank to the bottom, countless thoughts surging like a raging storm: "The butterfly effect?! The Douluo God Realm has returned ahead of schedule? Or—have they been monitoring me all along? My Rebirth God Realm has been discovered?! It's over—? Is he here to eliminate me, this 'heretic'?!"

How could the Douluo God Realm possibly return? Wasn't it supposed to be ten thousand years later? Black holes aren't so easy to create.

Before him stood Tang San, his gaze sweeping over Harosa's figure—covered in the armor of the Son of the Underworld, wielding the Underworld Chant, exuding a cold and profound aura—and beside him, the golden holy sword that emanated an aura of sacred order yet seemed somewhat "restless." A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed deep within his icy blue eyes. Wasn't this sword Qian Renxue's divine weapon? How could it be here? Didn't it lose its divine power when her divine position shattered? How come it has now regained its divine power and is even stronger? But this was quickly replaced by Tang San's signature, warm, spring-like smile.

"Your Excellency," Tang San began, his voice gentle and calm, carrying a natural affinity that seemed to soothe all restlessness, "You also seem to be from the Douluo lineage? And it seems you even recognize me?" His tone carried a perfectly measured curiosity and the composure of a superior.

Harosa forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and a deep and clear voice came from under his battle armor mask, with a deliberate "reverence" and aloofness: "Your Majesty Tang San, the God of the Sea and the God of Asura, the supreme enforcer of the Douluo God Realm, your fame and divine image have spread throughout the world. As a descendant of Douluo, how could I not recognize you?" He deliberately emphasized his identity as an "enforcer".

Whose law are they enforcing? Private law!

Sure enough, upon hearing the words "enforcer," Tang San's warm smile seemed to become even more genuine, and his eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction that "it should be this way."

That's right, this is me in real life.

But then, Harosa addressed him by his given name, "Tang San," causing a subtle hint of displeasure to flicker deep within those icy blue eyes. As a God-King, his titles were "God of the Sea" and "God of Asura"—when had it become the turn of a mere second-level deity to address him by his name? This was undoubtedly an overreach of authority!

Tang San sneered inwardly: "Hmph! If I weren't merely a fragmented soul burdened with a heavy responsibility, with limited power, would I allow such an impudent little god as you to address me by my name? Not even using 'Your Majesty,' you're utterly ignorant of your place! It seems that while the Douluo Plane has continuously supplied faith over the past ten thousand years, it has also made these newly ascended little gods forget the rules and hierarchy of the divine realm!"

The pride he felt from his unwavering faith was instantly dampened by the arrogant anger stemming from this "ungrateful" offense. But considering the mission he bore and the temporary importance of this "little world," he quickly suppressed his displeasure, his smile remaining impeccable.

Harosa took in the subtle change in the other's expression, his inward sneer deepening, but his tone becoming even more hostile as he directly questioned, "Your Majesty's reputation is widespread, but I wonder why you have appeared in my 'small' central area of ​​the God Realm? And in such a violent manner?" His sharp gaze swept over the massive spatial rift behind Tang San, which was still frantically devouring the God Realm's essence and creating chaos. His vigilance was palpable, and he was not intimidated by the other's reputation whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Tang San almost felt the anger he had just suppressed surge up again.

A mere second-level god like Zhang, after revealing his identity, not only failed to kneel in reverence but instead used such an almost interrogative tone? This was an extreme offense to his divine king's majesty!

You have already chosen your own path to death!

"If it weren't for the heavy responsibility of returning to the anchor point and my divine son, and the need to use the power of the divided soul with caution, how could you be allowed to act so presumptuously here? When I return, I will definitely let you know what the wrath of a god king is!" Tang Sanfen roared inwardly, but his face still maintained that compassionate and divine appearance.

He sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and explanation:

"Since you were able to forge your own path and become a god after leaving the God Realm, you must know a little about the past of the God Realm." He first affirmed Haros's "achievements" as a reward, then changed the subject, "On its way back, the Douluo God Realm encountered an unprecedented giant spacetime turbulence and was swept into it, temporarily losing its coordinates on Douluo Star."

He paused, his gaze becoming "solemn": "And within the God Realm, some major changes have also occurred, urgently requiring me to return to the Douluo Plane, establish an anchor point, and guide the God Realm back on its path. This journey is of paramount importance." This was to emphasize the heavy responsibility he bore and his special status.

There was no need to mention another equally important matter.

"I originally planned to temporarily stop and rest in a sub-plane called the 'Demon Plane' to establish a preliminary anchor point. After all, these were all methods I had prepared in advance. However," Tang San's face showed just the right amount of "surprise" and "regret," his gaze sweeping over Harosa and the God Realm behind him, "For some reason, the Demon Plane suddenly collapsed and was destroyed, triggering a small-scale spatial turbulence. In order to avoid the turbulence from damaging my soul fragment that bears a heavy responsibility, in a moment of desperation, I sensed a stable small world here (he deliberately emphasized "small world"), containing the same aura as that collapsed plane (the origin of demons), so I wanted to use it to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack and rest for a while."

Tang Sanfen's words combined both soft and hard tactics:

Ruan, we both come from the same hometown as Douluo Continent (fellow townsmen), I understand that it wasn't easy for you to become a god (giving face), I'm having some difficulties now (seeking help).

Hard, I bear the heavy responsibility of returning the God Realm (my status is noble and cannot be lost), the Douluo God Realm will surely return (you should weigh the consequences), it is your "honor" and "unavoidable" for me to temporarily settle in your "small world".

The subtext is: My entrance was a bit too loud, but that was an accident, and it's also because your place is connected to the demon realm (implying you're in trouble?). You'd better be sensible and cooperate, otherwise you won't be able to bear the consequences when my true self returns.

This is Tang Shenwang.

Upon hearing this, Harosa sneered inwardly: "What a high-sounding excuse! To downplay the heinous act of destroying the barriers of my divine realm and causing a massive loss of its essence as 'in a moment of desperation' or 'temporarily avoiding the limelight'? And to deliberately belittle it as a 'small world'? Tang San, Tang San, your hypocritical face hasn't changed a bit in ten thousand years!"

He was almost certain that the so-called "accidental sensing" and "demonic aura" were the coordinates that the other party sensed when he forcibly broke through, and it was even possible that the chain reaction caused by his detonation of the demon plane's will had affected this place.

Of course, it's also possible that Tang San himself left some kind of technique in the Demon Realm, which he then devoured and brought to the God Realm. Moreover, he didn't digest the devoured mist, and what was originally intended to detonate the Demon Realm ended up exploding in his own God Realm.

Just as Harosa's anger surged, the Angelic Holy Sword's will returned, carrying a hint of urgency and certainty, yet also a touch of complexity and disappointment: "Confirmed! This 'Tang San' before us is not the real Tang San! He is indeed just a fragment of his soul! The unfathomable aura emanating from him mainly originates from the super artifact in his hand—the Trident of the Sea God! This super artifact isolates most detections and amplifies the aura of his fragmented soul, creating the illusion of an extremely high rank! The power of his fragmented soul itself fluctuates between the peak of a second-level god and the initial stage of a first-level god. Moreover, because it is a fragmented soul, its divine power recovery is very slow, and its sustained combat ability is almost nonexistent. However, with the aid of the super artifact, the combat power it unleashes can definitely reach the peak of a first-level god or even touch the threshold of a god-king! Be extremely careful!"

Harosa instantly realized: "It really is Old Tang! And the Old Tang who's holding the ultimate artifact!" The split soul that resided in Tang Wulin's spiritual sea in the original story was nothing compared to this one! This was definitely a powerful split soul left behind by Tang San's true self before leaving the God Realm, specifically prepared for the return to the anchor point mission!

Harosa did not refute the angelic holy sword.

The situation became clear in an instant:

Opponent's strength: A split soul combined with a super artifact, extremely powerful, especially adept at unleashing bursts of power using the super artifact. The power that Tang San's natal super artifact can unleash is definitely not weak.

This happened ahead of time; Old Tang wasn't weakened yet.

Our own strength: We are at the low peak of a level two god + Underworld Chant + Underworld Child Battle Armor, and we are fighting on home ground, so we have an advantage.

Although the Angelic Holy Sword was powerful, its origin was damaged. Moreover, Harosa keenly sensed that since Tang San appeared, the Angelic Holy Sword's will had become somewhat strange. The sword trembled slightly, and the golden light flowed erratically, as if it wanted to communicate with Tang San but was forcibly restraining itself.

This unusual "hesitant" demeanor made Harosa extremely suspicious of whether Tang San, wielding the Trident of Poseidon, would fully support him in the crucial battle. Is there some connection between the Angelic Holy Sword and the Trident of Poseidon? Could it betray him in the face of battle?

Very strange.

"We can't rely on the Angelic Holy Sword to fight to the death—" Harosa made a quick judgment. Facing Tang Sanfen, who wielded a super artifact and was even stronger, their chances of winning were already low. If the Angelic Holy Sword were to malfunction, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, we must never show weakness!

If Tang San shows the slightest weakness or fear, given his arrogant, hypocritical, and vindictive nature, he will definitely take advantage of the situation and treat this "small world" as his own. He might even directly seize the resources to repair the damage to his split soul, or forcibly requisition this place as an anchor point. At that time, he will completely lose the initiative and become a fish on the chopping block!

Harosa's eyes, hidden beneath his battle armor mask, instantly turned as cold as Fang Zaixuanbing. The divine might of rebirth emanating from his body not only did not subside, but instead surged up like a ferocious beast that had been provoked, carrying a chilling killing intent!

The Netherworld Chant in his hand emitted a deep, resonant sound, its tip pointing directly at the massive spatial rift behind Tang San, still frantically draining away the essence of the divine realm. His voice was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, carrying undisguised questioning and anger:

"Oh? So, you mean the barrier of my divine realm was forcibly torn apart, the central core was damaged, and the very source is being frantically devoured by this breach—all of this was an 'accident' caused by Your Majesty in order to 'temporarily avoid the limelight'?" Harosa's tone was full of sarcasm. "You think you can brush aside the responsibility for destroying the realm with a mere 'in a moment of desperation'?!"

Tang Sanfen's warm smile finally froze. He never expected that this mere second-level deity would dare to be so aggressive, even directly accusing him of "destroying the realm," knowing his identity and the heavy responsibilities he bore!

That's truly a righteous death!

The suppressed resentment and arrogance of a god-king within him could no longer be fully concealed. A cold glint flashed deep within his icy blue eyes, and although his tone still tried to remain calm, it carried a hint of chill: "Your words are incorrect. As I just stated, this was an accident. The collapse of the demon plane triggered turbulence, and to protect the crucial task of the anchor point, I sensed a shared aura and attempted to enter. The tearing of the spatial barrier was more due to the aftershocks of the plane collapse and the insufficient strength of your realm's barrier itself. My entry was also for the purpose of stabilization."

Your divine realm is fragile, so why blame me?

"Enough!" Harosa interrupted sharply, his voice booming like thunder in the temple. The Underworld Chant blazed with gray light, pointing directly at Tang San, "You mere split soul, so glib-tongued, trying to shirk all responsibility! Accident? Same source aura? Insufficient strength? Hmph! All I see is that because of your forced intrusion, an irreparable hole has been opened in the central core of my God Realm! Our essence is being drained every moment! This is a pain that cuts to the bone, a hatred that destroys our foundation!"

He took a step forward, and the space beneath his feet seemed to freeze in a layer of frost. The life and death runes on his battle armor swirled wildly, and his aura surged to its peak. His light, like a sharp blade, pierced towards the Sea God Trident in Tang San's hand, each word earth-shattering:

"Repairing the barrier of the divine realm and filling the void in its essence requires a vast amount of resources and treasures! I believe that the divine artifact in Your Majesty's hand, containing endless ocean essence and spatial power, is most suitable for plugging this hole and repairing the wounds of my realm! How about we use this halberd as compensation?!"

Boom!

These words were like pouring a ladle of ice water into a boiling oil pan!

Tang Sanfen's disguise collapsed instantly! The gentle, peaceful, and compassionate mask of a god shattered completely, replaced by disbelief, rage like that of an ant, and a hint of violent killing intent that was about to burst forth!

How dare you! You've already found a way to die!

"What did you say?!" Tang San's voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp and piercing, filled with unbelievable rage!

The trident of Poseidon in his hand seemed to sense its master's rage. Its blue-gold divine light surged instantly, and a terrifying ocean pressure erupted like a tangible tsunami, forcibly pushing aside the chaotic spatial currents around it! The entire core of the temple trembled violently under his furious aura!

"You audacious madman! How dare you touch this supreme artifact of the God King?! Do you know that this is a symbol of the Sea God's authority, one of the foundations of the Douluo God Realm?! With your mere small realm, you dare to lay a finger on it?! Utterly delusional! You have no sense of mortality!" Tang San's divided soul completely tore off its disguise, revealing the inviolable arrogance and ruthlessness of a God King. The tip of his halberd pointed directly at Harosa, his killing intent chilling. "How could a minor god like you bear the weight of this object?! Aren't you afraid of inviting disaster and having your soul and spirit destroyed?!"

A clash of titans! The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point, tense and ready to explode!

Facing the overwhelming pressure of the trident of Poseidon, like a tsunami, Harosa stood firm, his sword, emanating a deathly gray-white aura, clashed with the blue-gold divine light of the trident across the void, emitting a hissing sound of annihilation. His voice, beneath his battle armor, was icy cold, carrying an unwavering resolve:

"Oh? So, Your Majesty is determined not to compensate and intends to ignore the losses suffered by my divine realm?!"

The moment the words fell, Harosa's aura completely locked onto Tang Sanfen's soul!

The Son of the Underworld's battle armor shone with a brilliant gray light, and the divine power of rebirth surged like a boiling Styx! The Underworld Chant in his hand let out a mournful shriek, as if yearning to drink the blood of the God-King! The six divine rings on his back spun wildly, distorting and twisting the very space around them!

A great war is about to break out!

Inside the temple, only the terrifying howl of the spatial rift devouring the source remained, and two completely different, yet equally devastating, divine powers were colliding and squeezing each other wildly!

The Angelic Holy Sword hovered beside Harossa, its golden light flashing intensely, its sword cry rapid and sharp, seemingly caught in an extremely intense struggle and decision-making during the confrontation between the two powerful figures.