Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 134 Tang Wulin, the Son of God, and the Golden Dragon Spear (4.8K)

In the heart of the temple, the air seemed to solidify into a heavy block of lead. Harosa held the Underworld Chant, the tip of the sword emitting a gray light. The deathly sword energy clashed fiercely in the air with the vast oceanic power emanating from the Trident of Poseidon, producing a heart-palpitating "sizzling" sound of annihilation. The space itself was slightly distorted under the pressure of the two forces.

The Angelic Holy Sword hovered beside Harossa, its golden light flashing intensely. The rapid sword cries were like struggling souls, wavering between the wills of the two powerful figures.

Just as destruction was about to erupt, on Tang Sanfen's face—which was slightly ferocious due to rage—a faint, extremely subtle weighing of options and resentment flashed across the depths of his icy blue eyes.

The mission he shoulders is of paramount importance. Returning to the Douluo plane and setting up an anchor point is of utmost importance. For this, he is even willing to detonate the Demon plane. He absolutely cannot afford to fight this arrogant and ignorant wild god to the death at this moment, thus wasting the precious power of this wisp of his soul!

Refund! We must refund!

This thought, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around Old Tang's proud, god-king heart.

Damn wild god! You have already chosen your death!

A surge of overwhelming humiliation and killing intent welled up within him: "A mere second-level wild god! An ant-like thing! How dare you challenge my divine artifact, and how dare you be so disrespectful to me! If it weren't for my heavy responsibility, I would have reduced this dilapidated little world to dust, extracted your soul, and placed it in the Nine Netherworld's Frost Prison to burn for ten thousand years! I would have made you wish you were dead! Wait—when I return, I will make you regret your arrogance today! This grudge, I will remember!"

However, when he spoke again, the furious expression on his face faded, and he instantly put on that compassionate and gentle mask, even managing to squeeze out a "forgiving" smile, as if the tense standoff just now was merely a misunderstanding.

"Hehehe—." Old Tang broke the silence with a slightly stiff laugh. "You jest, sir."

He deliberately emphasized the words "divine realm," his expression filled with undisguised contempt. "Since you know my illustrious reputation, you should also know that I act with integrity and value my promises above all else. I am by no means the kind of person who breaks promises and betrays faith."

As he spoke, the overwhelming pressure of the divine king that had been pressing down on Harossa like a tsunami receded rapidly, like the tide going out. Harossa felt the pressure decrease drastically, and his mind raced. He also restrained his boiling rebirth power, and the tip of the sword of Netherworld Chant lowered slightly, but the vigilance and coldness in his eyes did not diminish at all. He simply watched Old Tang perform quietly.

Old Tang felt a little relieved when he saw that Harosa was not pressing him further, but the feeling of being offended and humiliated burned even more intensely.

He suppressed his anger and continued in that "reasonable" tone, "The damage to the spatial barrier of your 'divine realm' was indeed an unintentional consequence of my hasty entry to avoid the turbulence. This is a settled fact, and I am not responsible for it. Therefore, I should provide compensation to demonstrate fairness."

He reiterated that it was "unintentional" and "in a moment of panic," downplaying the responsibility.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the radiant Trident of Poseidon in his hand, his tone carrying an undeniable sense of superiority: "This weapon in my hand is the Trident of Poseidon, my very natal divine artifact! It carries the authority of the endless ocean and the order of the divine realm, and is one of the fundamental symbols of the Douluo God Realm! If you wish to take it, let alone this fragment of my soul being unable to decide, even if I dared to give it to you..." Old Tang's lips curled into a subtly mocking smile, "I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to accept such a 'generous gift'! Divine artifacts possess their own spirit and will; if someone forcibly wields them without their approval, they will inevitably suffer a backlash, at best their divine power will dissipate, at worst—their body and soul will be annihilated! You'd better not joke like this."

His words were full of contempt for Harosa's "ignorance" and "overestimation of his abilities."

Harosa remained silent, his eyes still cold beneath his battle armor mask. He was well aware of the power of the Trident of the Sea God, and knew that it might also contain "Old Tang" for Tang Wulin; forcibly taking it would be the worst possible strategy. He was merely using this method to force the other party to show true "sincerity."

Old Tang saw that Harosa was unmoved and cursed him inwardly for being "stubborn," but his smile remained unchanged, as if he had been prepared all along.

He held the trident of Poseidon with his left hand without loosening his grip, while his right hand gently brushed across the trident's brilliant shaft in an extremely mysterious trajectory, accompanied by spatial fluctuations.

Metaphor!

The light of the Trident of Poseidon rippled slightly. At the core of the trident, a ball of light, enveloped by a rich blue-gold divine power of the sea god and interwoven with the aura of a emerald green life god king and a violent, ancient, and chilling dark golden dragon aura, slowly emerged as if drawn from another dimension.

The ball of light was firmly protected by the power of the trident, its aura restrained yet powerful, and one could only vaguely sense that it contained an extremely important source of life.

Harosa's heart skipped a beat, knowing that inside must be the still-unawakened Tang Wulin, and the Golden Dragon King's origin sealed layer by layer! He instantly suppressed any possible thoughts in his mind—if he tried to touch Tang Wulin, the old Tang wielding the super artifact would definitely fight desperately!

Old Tang's right hand did not stop. He gently stroked the surface of the light ball containing Tang Wulin again, as if peeling away layers.

As he moved, a dazzling golden light suddenly separated from the ball of light!

The golden light quickly condensed and elongated, transforming into a long spear that was entirely golden!

Golden Dragon Spear!

The gun barrel is about twelve feet long, and its entire body seems to be cast from the purest sun gold, radiating a warm and noble golden halo, yet containing an indestructible and domineering sharp aura.

The gun barrel is naturally engraved with fine and mysterious dragon scale patterns, each scale seemingly breathing, absorbing and releasing the purest dragon primordial power.

The spearhead was not an ordinary blade, but rather a strange spiral structure resembling a dragon's tooth, with a point of cold light condensing at its tip, as if it could pierce through any defense in the world!

A terrifying aura, originating from the primordial era, majestic and domineering, seemingly capable of commanding all dragons under heaven, instantly spread out with the appearance of the spear, even briefly suppressing the howling sound from the spatial rift.

Although the power of the Trident of Poseidon had neutralized most of the aura, the oppressive feeling originating from the direct bloodline of the Dragon God still caused the rebirth power within Harosa's body to fluctuate slightly.

Harosa was indeed quite shocked. He hadn't expected that Old Tang would be willing to bring out this crucial, growth-oriented artifact for Tang Wulin just to temporarily quell the situation!

This was formed from the rib of the Golden Dragon King, containing a portion of the Dragon God's essence, with limitless potential! In the original story, it shone brightly in Tang Wulin's hands, its ability to devour life energy and replenish itself was nothing short of heaven-defying. This "compensation" is definitely not insignificant!

However, Harosa remained outwardly calm, his battle armor mask concealing all his expressions, with only his deep gray eyes calmly gazing at the Golden Dragon Spear as if it were an ordinary object.

This "composure" was interpreted differently by Old Tang, who was eager to settle things peacefully—a lack of knowledge and appreciation!

Old Tang's sense of superiority and disdain instantly surged to its peak: "Hmph! As expected, he's just a wild god who got lucky and stole some unknown laws from who-knows-where! He has the power of a second-level god, yet his vision is so shallow! Even with a divine weapon like the Golden Dragon Spear, which originated from the Dragon God, right in front of him, he can't see its true value! That's right, what kind of knowledge could a god born in such a barbaric land have? He probably doesn't even know what the Dragon God is!"

The "amiable" expression he had been trying to maintain almost crumbled, replaced by a haughty arrogance.

"Your Excellency," Old Tang's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, carrying an air of charity and explanation, "This spear is called the 'Golden Dragon Spear.' It is no ordinary iron; its origin is enough to awe the heavens! It is one of the fragments of the fallen Dragon God, representing the supreme being of absolute power and destruction—the Golden Dragon King. When he was besieged and perished by the gods in the God Realm, it was formed from his hardest forty-ninth rib! It contains a trace of the Dragon God's essence and is the condensation of the Golden Dragon King's entire being! With this spear in hand, one can devour the enemy's life energy to nourish oneself, making it indestructible and able to command the dragon race, its power boundless! Even in the God Realm, it is a rare divine weapon! As compensation, this shows my sincerity, doesn't it?"

He spoke at length, every word brimming with self-aggrandizement and an air of ignorance about Harosa.

Harosa remained silent, only slowly extending his right hand, covered by the armor of the Son of the Underworld, palm upward, towards the Golden Dragon Spear. The meaning was self-evident: Give it to me.

Looking at Harosa's "taken-for-granted" attitude, Old Tang almost lost his temper again. He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to smash the Golden Dragon Spear over, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency must swear an oath to the laws of the universe with your divine consciousness: to accept this Golden Dragon Spear as compensation for the damage I unintentionally caused to the spatial barrier of your 'God Realm,' and to allow me to remain in this realm until the spatial turbulence caused by the collapse of the Demon Plane subsides. During this period, neither side shall invade the other's territory, and neither shall use this matter as a pretext to provoke further conflict!"

Harosa sneered inwardly. "Non-aggression? I'm afraid you just want to peacefully nurture your precious little darling!"

However, he remained outwardly composed. As instructed, he raised his left hand, gathering a wisp of pure divine power at his fingertips. Facing the void, with a clear and resounding divine voice, he uttered the oath that Old Tang had demanded, word by word. The radiance of the oath was imprinted in the void, then vanished, witnessed by the laws of the universe.

Seeing the oath fulfilled, the heavy weight in Old Tang's heart finally lifted, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Without further hesitation, he waved his right hand, and the dazzling golden dragon spear, radiating domineering dragon might, transformed into a golden stream of light, steadily landing in Harosa's outstretched palm.

It felt heavy in his hand! A pure, domineering aura of dragon origin, seemingly containing the power of a primordial beast, instantly surged into Harosa's body through the gun, creating a subtle conflict and resonance with his own rebirth divine power.

The gun trembled slightly, emitting a low dragon's roar, seemingly resisting its new master who controlled death and rebirth. Harosa tightened his grip, and grayish-brown divine power of rebirth surged onto the gun like a tide, forcefully suppressing the restless dragon's might and firmly taking control of it.

As Old Tang watched the Golden Dragon Spear fall into Harosa's hands, a barely concealed pang of heartache and resentment flashed deep in his eyes, but more than that, there was a cold calculation and... schadenfreude.

"Hmph! Take it! Wild God!" Old Tang cursed viciously in his heart, "This spear is condensed from the malevolent energy and essence of the Golden Dragon King. Anyone who does not possess the bloodline of the Dragon God or great fortune will suffer a backlash if they forcibly possess it! The fragments of the Golden Dragon King's violent will are constantly eroding the mind of the holder! Even if you can suppress it temporarily, it will become a major threat in the long run! Moreover—you have already chosen your own death! You have taken Lin'er's things. When I return, I will use this as an excuse to settle accounts with you and this worthless divine realm!"

"At that time, this gun, and everything you, this wild god, possess, will become stepping stones for Lin'er!"

He seemed to already see Harosa struggling painfully under the erosion of the Golden Dragon King's will, and finally being crushed to death by his own body. Only then did the pent-up frustration in his heart ease slightly.

With the Golden Dragon Spear in hand, Harosa didn't even glance at Old Tang again, as if the man had lost all value. His icy gaze shifted to the massive spatial rift, over thirty feet in diameter, still frantically devouring the divine realm's essence, and his tone was as harsh as a command:

"Get out of the way! I need to repair the spatial barrier!"

"You!" Old Tang was so shocked by the impolite tone of the dismissal that he almost choked on his breath. The anger he had just suppressed suddenly surged up again! When had he, a dignified Divine King's divided soul, ever been treated like this?

He felt like a servant being ordered around! His knuckles turned white from gripping the trident, and the trident's blue-gold light fluctuated violently. Only one voice roared in his mind: "The path to death! The path to death! The path to death!!!"

But in the end, he forced himself to swallow his anger, his facial muscles twitching a few times as he barely maintained the last shred of divine "demeanor." He snorted coldly, his figure transforming into a streak of blue-gold light, carrying the ball of light protecting Tang Wulin, and retreated to the edge of the temple, observing coldly. But his gaze, like a poisoned ice spike, was fixed firmly on Harosa's back.

Harosa completely ignored the venomous gaze behind him. He looked at the angelic holy sword beside him, its light slightly dimmed but still radiating an air of orderly majesty, and transmitted his thoughts: "Brother Sword, please continue. This time, there shouldn't be any 'accidents'."

The angelic holy sword responded with a clear, melodious sword cry, seemingly letting out a sigh of relief.

It's good that a fight didn't break out.

The sword once again erupted with dazzling golden light, and boundless divine power of order surged toward the massive spatial rift. This time, without the sabotage of Old Tang, the "traitor," and the continuous interference of spatial coordinates, the repair process became much smoother.

The golden, orderly energy flow, condensed to a tangible form, like the golden thread in the hands of the most skilled weaver, once again covered the twisted spatial wound.

They rapidly wove, glued, and smoothed the raging spatial turbulence, expelling the lingering purplish-black demonic aura. Under the golden light, the enormous rift, like a scalded wound, began to shrink and heal at a visible speed. The terrifying suction force quickly weakened, and the loss of the divine realm's essence was finally halted.

Throughout the process, Old Tang, who had retreated to a corner, did not focus entirely on the repair of the spatial barrier. His icy blue eyes were more fixed on the angelic holy sword that radiated a golden light of divine order and was working diligently to repair the space.

The ancient runes flowing along the sword, the pure and powerful aura of the laws of order, and the faint yet terrifying divine pressure—"This sword..." Old Tang's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, his mind clouded with doubt. "Why is its aura so similar to—...No, impossible! The Angel Gods have been around for ten thousand years—...And although this sword's aura is divine, it's completely different from that bastard Rakshasa's power. But this pure law of order—when did such a powerful divine artifact appear outside the Douluo God Realm? And it seems—...it's not entirely one with that Wild God?"

He keenly sensed the subtle, unspoken connection between the angelic sword and Harossa, a connection that wasn't master-servant, and the apparent damage to the sword itself. A thought quietly took root in his mind: perhaps this sword—was a variable?

Is it her? Is she still alive?

That beautiful golden figure appeared in Old Tang's eyes, and memories surfaced.

Thanks to the angelic sword's efficient repair, the massive spatial rift was finally completely healed. The last wisp of golden light merged into the spatial barrier, and the spatial structure of that area finally stabilized, leaving only faint energy ripples that slowly subsided.

At the heart of the temple, the chilling turbulent sounds and terrifying suction had completely vanished, leaving only a post-apocalyptic silence, and the lingering, not-yet-completely-dissipated smells of blood, burnt flesh, and rich herbal fragrance.

As Harosa gazed at the restored spatial barrier, the tension in his heart finally eased completely. A tremendous crisis had been averted, albeit temporarily, at the cost of a precious artifact.

He looked down at the golden dragon spear in his hand, which still exuded a domineering dragon aura and subtly resisted his power. A deep and unfathomable light flashed in his gray-white eyes.

Golden Dragon Spear - Silver Dragon King

The trouble has subsided for the time being, but an even greater storm seems to be brewing in the shadows. Old Tang's venomous gaze, the abnormality of the Angelic Holy Sword, and the future of the Golden Dragon Spear, which symbolizes immense karma and destiny, seem to be being dragged into an even more unpredictable vortex.