Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 153 Tang Hao and Ah Yin (Two chapters combined, 6.4K)

Looking at her sister's stubborn yet disheveled appearance, Leng Yulai felt a twisted sense of pleasure almost overflowing. She was about to add fuel to the fire, forcing Leng Yaozhu to utter the word "beg," when another unexpected turn of events occurred!

At the edge of the realm of the gods, Harosa frowned almost imperceptibly. In the churning, degenerate divine power in his palm that was calling upon the anchors, the response signal from one of the anchors suddenly became extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it were being frantically suppressed by some powerful force and could be severed at any moment.

"Huh?" Harosa let out a soft exclamation, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through endless void, locking onto a certain coordinate in the East Sea of ​​the Douluo Continent. "Why is the aura of this anchor point so strangely weak? It's like it's trying its best to restrain itself but is on the verge of losing control?" A playful smile curved his lips. "Interesting. Let's go take a look."

He turned to Electrox beside him and said, "Old Electrox, the realm of the gods is now in your hands."

Electrox's greyish-white eyes swept across the shadows of the distant abyss plane. He stroked his beard and nodded. "Rest assured, fellow Daoist. If there is any unusual activity, I will send a message." His withered figure stood at the edge of the divine realm, like a pillar of strength, his greyish-white mage robes remaining motionless in the cosmic wind.

Harosa said no more, his mind stirred slightly. A deep rift silently opened in the void before him, and a dense aura of death and reincarnation emanated from it, forming the outline of an ancient and majestic gate—the Gate of the Underworld! He stepped into it, and his figure instantly disappeared into the deep darkness.

"You—shameless!" Leng Yaozhu gritted her teeth, humiliation and anger churning in her chest. The soul power maintaining the barrier trembled violently due to the intense emotional fluctuations. The gray-white light in her sleeves roared silently like a dying beast, about to break through the final restraints!

Leng Yulai's wicked smile deepened, and the black dagger in her hand gleamed coldly as she prepared to apply even more pressure.

An absolute, soul-freezing silence descended without warning! Not that sound disappeared, but that all sound...

All energy fluctuations, and even the flow of air, were instantly frozen and suppressed by an invisible and intangible yet boundless will!

Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai simultaneously felt their bodies stiffen, as if they had been thrown into a millennium of ice, and even their thoughts paused for a moment!

In the heart of this frozen silence, less than three steps from the two sisters, on the luxurious carpet, the space rippled like water tossed with a pebble. A figure, as if emerging from ancient darkness, appeared there silently.

He stood tall and straight, dressed in a seemingly ordinary black robe that shimmered with a dark, moonlit glow. His face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, his deep eyes like a galaxy containing the cycle of reincarnation, and a faint, knowing smile played on his lips. It was Harosa!

His appearance was so abrupt, so natural, as if he was always meant to stand there, only to have been forgotten by the world. The raging phoenix flames and deathly gray silence within the entire top-floor observation deck were smoothed out the moment he appeared, as if by an invisible giant hand, leaving only a faint, unwilling aftershock.

Harosa's gaze immediately fell on Leng Yaozhu's violently billowing sleeves, where the familiar primal aura emanated like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Then, his eyes, which seemed to pierce through souls, swept with interest over the two stunningly beautiful sisters before him, whose postures were ambiguous, whose breathing was disordered, and whose expressions were horrified.

Leng Yaozhu's deep red suit, soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin, outlined her breathtaking curves. Her exquisite face, flushed with suppressed anger and shame, her full breasts heaving violently from her rapid breathing, and her eyes, though trying to remain calm, betrayed her panic. Yet, she possessed a desperate and alluring charm.

Standing to the side, Leng Yulai, her voluptuous figure encased in a tight leather jacket, still wore the malice and surprise of a successful prank on her face, like a black rose with thorns.

This scene is truly exhilarating.

"Tsk," Harosa let out a soft, ambiguous sigh, breaking the deathly silence.

His smile deepened, tinged with undisguised admiration and mockery. His gaze lingered on Leng Yaozhu's flushed cheeks and the sweat-streaked collarbone, finally settling on her tightly pursed lips, heavy with anger. His voice was deep and magnetic, like a compassionate whisper, yet carrying a chilling undertone:

"Have I disturbed your good mood? However—this game is so interesting, I wonder if I may join in?"

"Who?!"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Leng Yulai instantly bristled! She turned around abruptly, and her dark soul power erupted, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey. The pitch-black dagger, carrying a chilling aura that could tear apart the soul, was aimed directly at Harosa!

The other person's silent appearance and flippant words filled her with an unprecedented sense of threat and a furious sense of being offended! She hadn't even noticed how the other person had appeared!

Leng Yaozhu was struck dumb! That abrupt voice, that familiar yet unfamiliar tone, almost caused the soul power she was using to maintain the barrier to completely collapse! The skull figurine in her sleeve lost its suppression, and a gray-white light suddenly shone through her sleeve!

She looked up abruptly, and when she saw the eerie face that had silently surfaced in her mind countless times when she was alone, caressing the skull figurine, her pupils contracted sharply! It was him! It really was him! Harosa!

A tremendous shock, the embarrassment of being caught in the act, and a subtle, soul-stirring feeling that she herself was unaware of, overwhelmed her like a tsunami!

She even forgot to continue suppressing the rioting skull figurine, staring intently at Harosa with an extremely complex expression. There was surprise, fear, anger, and a trace of panic stemming from the bond with the skull figurine that she herself was unwilling to admit. She didn't want him to see such a pathetic side of her!

Harosa ignored Leng Yulai's pitiful dark soul power, and seemed not to see the emotions churning in Leng Yaozhu's eyes.

He watched Leng Yaozhu's current predicament with great interest, his gaze sweeping over her exquisite figure, which was revealed by the sweat clinging to her skin, her chest heaving violently, her blushing neck, and her beautiful face filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

Finally, his gaze passed over the tense Leng Yulai and settled on Leng Yaozhu's panicked yet stubborn eyes, a smile tinged with reminiscence curving his lips:

"What? After all these decades, Deputy Tower Master Leng—don't you recognize me?"

Before he finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand and gently clenched it in the air towards Leng Yaozhu's sleeve.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no complex flow of soul power. It was as casual as brushing away a speck of dust.

hum!

The skull figurine, which had been struggling wildly in Leng Yaozhu's sleeve and emitting a terrifying gray-white light, suddenly lost all its power and its light went out!

That chilling aura of death vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed! Even the Phoenix Flame Barrier that Leng Yaozhu had painstakingly maintained collapsed instantly due to the loss of its target, turning into sparks that dissipated into the air.

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and Leng Yaozhu felt her whole body go limp. She could no longer support herself, her legs buckled, and she staggered backward and fell onto the carpet, panting heavily.

Sweat soaked her temples and clung to her cheeks. Her chest heaved violently, each breath carrying the trembling of someone who had survived a disaster and an indescribable weakness. Her breath was sweet and clear, especially in the now silent observation hall.

She looked up and met Harosa's deep, soul-devouring eyes, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Decades have passed—and he hasn't changed at all, even becoming more unfathomable! The power that effortlessly quelled the turmoil she had struggled to suppress.

Humiliation, resentment, anger, and a sense of powerlessness at being crushed by absolute power intertwined, ultimately transforming into a somewhat distorted statement: a statement that carried the aggrieved tone of a bullied little girl, yet forced the dignity of a deputy tower master.

"Ha—Harosa! You—even if you turn to ashes! I'll still recognize you!" Her tone carried a stubbornness she herself was unaware of.

Upon hearing this, Harosa let out a low, pleasant chuckle, as if he had heard an amusing joke.

With the laughter, an indescribable, vast aura, seemingly above all things in heaven and earth, slowly opened its eyes like a sleeping ancient beast, quietly spreading from its body!

This aura wasn't deliberately targeted; it was merely a natural manifestation of divine power!

Pfft!

Leng Yulai, who was closer, was the first to be hit! She felt as if she had instantly been burdened by an invisible divine mountain! The violent dark soul power was forcibly forced back into her body like melting ice and snow! Her knees buckled uncontrollably, and she was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, instantly kneeling on the ground!

The jet-black dagger clattered onto the soft carpet. She looked up in utter horror, her eyes filled with disbelief and a primal, almost instinctive, fanaticism—this aura…this was absolutely beyond the mortal realm!

Although Leng Yaozhu was sitting on the ground a little far away, the divine power that swept over her still made her feel breathless, as if her heart was being squeezed by a cold hand!

Her cheeks, already flushed from exhaustion, instantly became even more vibrant and luscious, like ripe peaches, adding an irresistible allure. She felt all the blood rush to her head; before that absolute divine power, even her thoughts became sluggish.

Harosa lowered his head slightly, looking down at Leng Yulai, who was kneeling on the ground, her body trembling slightly with fear and excitement. The smile on his lips carried a kind of indifference that looked down on an ant. The vast divine power was like a tangible tide, pressing down on Leng Yulai so much that she could hardly lift her head.

"Your Majesty the Underworld Emperor!" Leng Yulai's voice trembled violently with extreme excitement and awe, tinged with a feverish, tearful tone, "This lowly woman, Leng Yulai! Dark Phoenix Heavenly King of the Holy Spirit Sect! Pays respects to Your Majesty the Underworld Emperor!"

She touched her head to the ground, her posture so humble that she was almost invisible, her body trembling with excitement.

Legend has it! The man before her was none other than the supreme legend of the Holy Spirit Cult! The Hades Emperor Harosa, who ruled the divine realm, as spoken of by the Holy Maiden of Nightfall! She had actually—had actually seen him with her own eyes! The immense glory and excitement almost made her faint.

However, the moment Leng Yulai knelt down, Harosa's playful smile vanished abruptly, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed across them.

He didn't look at Leng Yulai, nor at the disheveled Leng Yaozhu. Instead, he slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the luxurious dome of the cruise ship, through the azure sky, and directly into a certain dimension of the deep universe!

Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai were completely unaware of this. But Harosa clearly "saw" that directly above the cruise ship, outside the atmosphere of the Douluo plane, two extremely subtle yet powerful wills, so powerful that they distorted even the laws of space, were like cold probes, firmly locking onto this place!

These two wills, one as heavy as a mountain, carrying the immense pressure of the plane itself and a hint of violent rage; the other as gentle as the sea, containing a boundless life force and a cold scrutiny. Their strength had clearly reached the peak of a second-level god!

In the Douluo Continent, who else could possess such strength and status besides that couple who stole the power of the plane?!

Tang Hao! Ah Yin!

Harosa's lips curled into a cold smile again, showing no sign of tension, but rather an air of knowing "I knew it" and deep disdain.

He ignored Leng Yulai kneeling below and Leng Yaozhu slumped in her seat, and slowly raised his right hand in front of the invisible yet oppressive gaze above him.

Under Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai's bewildered gazes, Harosa, facing the seemingly empty blue sky beyond the cruise ship's transparent skylight, casually yet with an insulting and contemptuous air, raised a straight middle finger!

At the same time, his light, mocking voice, as if greeting a neighbor, echoed clearly in the silent observation hall, each word like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai:

"Oh? You hit the little one (Tang San), and now the old one (Little Mouse) can't sit still? Spying from that distance, aren't you tired? What? Trying to stand up for your good-for-nothing little Sanzi?"

boom!

Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai felt a chill instantly rise from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads! They finally understood! The terrifying pressure that had frozen their souls just now did not come entirely from Harosa!

An even more terrifying being was watching them! And Harosa—he was actually provoking them in such a way?! The "Little Third Son" he mentioned—could it be?! The two men's faces turned deathly pale instantly!

Leng Yaozhu collapsed to the ground, her heavy breathing stopped, and her eyes were filled with extreme horror as she looked at Harosa.

Leng Yulai froze, forgetting even her kneeling posture, filled only with boundless terror. They had actually—become the object of a god's gaze?!

The moment Harosa finished speaking, the space in front of him silently twisted and collapsed! Like water with a stone thrown in, it instantly swallowed him up! Only a circle of slowly calming spatial ripples remained in his place.

Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai only felt a blur before their eyes, and Harosa's figure had vanished! Even his suffocating divine power had disappeared without a trace. Inside the observation hall, only the deathly silence of someone who had survived a catastrophe, and the violent pounding of the two sisters' hearts, remained.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

In the Douluo Continent, high above the endless sky, lies a strange space independent of the Prime Material Plane.

This is not deep space, but a blue realm constructed from the purest and most concentrated ocean laws and dimensional primordial power.

Beneath their feet lay a surging yet silent sea of ​​laws, and above them, a phantom of a dimensional barrier flowing with starlight.

The air was thick and heavy, and every breath felt like it was swallowing the weight of the world.

Harosa's figure suddenly appeared in the core of this azure expanse. He stood with his hands behind his back, his entire body covered by the five-character battle armor of the Reincarnation Netherworld Abyss, flowing with a deathly luster of dark gold and grayish brown. The Netherworld Chant pointed diagonally to the surging sea of ​​laws below, and the flowing patterns on the sword, which gradually changed from ink black to moon white, silently circulated, exuding a sharpness that could sever life and death.

Opposite him, two figures seemed to have stepped directly out of the will of the plane.

On the left was an extremely tall and burly man with a resolute face as if carved by a knife and axe. His short hair, as short as steel needles, stood up straight, and his eyes were like a burning furnace, spewing out a fury that was almost tangible!

He wore a simple, gray, fitted outfit, his muscles bulging as if he possessed the power to split the heavens and earth. It was none other than Tang Hao, the master of the Douluo Continent!

On the right is a gentle and beautiful woman in a blue dress, with an ethereal air, as if she embodies the very essence of heaven and earth. She has long, light blue hair, and her eyes are like the purest sapphires, containing endless vitality and compassion.

However, at this moment, those beautiful eyes also held a deep solemnity and a hint of cold scrutiny. She was Ah Yin, the life core of the Douluo Continent!

The aura emanating from the two was like the will of the entire Douluo Continent descending, vast and boundless, as heavy as an abyss, carrying an undeniable domineering pressure! Especially Tang Hao, whose violent rage almost ignited this law-based space!

"Evil Soul Master!" Tang Hao's voice boomed like a million thunderbolts deep within space, each syllable causing the surrounding azure sea of ​​laws to churn violently, forming towering waves! "You stole the source energy of the Douluo Plane, yet you managed to become a god by sheer luck! Your existence now poses a fatal threat to the foundation of the Douluo Plane! You—have already chosen your death!"

The last five words, like a cold judgment, carrying the malice of the entire plane, slammed down on Harosa! Space itself seemed to freeze!

Harosa stood motionless under the overwhelming pressure, as if the dimensional will that could crush mountains was merely a gentle breeze.

He listened to Tang Hao's grand pronouncement, but instead of showing fear, he revealed an undisguised, sarcastic, and contemptuous laugh!

"Hahaha! A path to death?" Harosa's laughter, like the clash of metal, echoed through the space of laws, even suppressing some of the surging waves! His sword was pointed diagonally at Tang Hao, his eyes sharp as knives, piercing straight into the depths of his soul:

"What a hypocritical claim of being the master of a plane! What a thief crying 'stop thief!' Tang Hao! You know best in your heart! Who is really stealing the Luo Plane?!"

His voice suddenly rose, like thunder tearing through the sky, carrying a question that went straight to the source:

"Who was it that, ten thousand years ago, obliterated the nascent will of the Douluo Plane, forcibly refined its core essence, and stole the power and fruits of the entire plane to ascend to the throne of 'Lord of this Plane'?! A thief who rose to power through conspiracy and slaughter, a coward who only knows how to evade responsibility by drinking! A piece of trash who can't even protect his own son! You dare to call yourself a lord?! You dare to talk about the path to death before me?!"

"A drunkard who rose to power through his son dares to speak to me?!"

Every word is piercing! Every sentence is like a knife!

Harosa's words, like the sharpest dagger, pierced through the veil of "protection" that Tang Hao was most unwilling to touch! It was his deepest, most shameful, and most unwilling secret and humiliation!

"Shut up! Evil Soul Master! Stop talking nonsense! Stop distorting the truth!" Tang Hao's eyes were instantly filled with violent blood vessels, and his face became twisted and ferocious due to extreme anger and a trace of panic from having his secret exposed!

Harosa's words were like tearing open his deepest wounds, and the terms "drunkard" and "good-for-nothing" completely ignited his last shred of reason!

This is something he cannot face. He is the father of the God-King, the master of the plane, and he is so glorious.

He could no longer tolerate it! No more words were spoken!

"Die!"

Tang Hao let out a roar that shattered the void! He clenched his right hand in the air!

Boom!

The entire azure law space trembled! The Douluo Continent beyond the endless sky seemed to resonate with it! The vast and boundless dimensional source power frantically gathered, condensing in his hand into an unimaginably huge warhammer!

This hammer is a deep dark gold color, and it is not a solid object, but is made of pure dimensional laws and vast divine power!

On the hammer's body, countless illusory images of mountains, rivers, forests, and lands floated and swayed, as if bearing the weight of an entire world! The hammerhead exuded a terrifying aura that could shatter stars and suppress eternity!

The Clear Sky Hammer! The Clear Sky Hammer, a weapon of divine power!

At the same time, five radiant entities, each as bright as a physical sun and containing the power of laws from different planes (such as mountains, vast oceans, etc.),

A divine halo (like stars, like the earth, like the sky) instantly appeared behind Tang Hao, like five divine suns illuminating the heavens! The vast divine power and the pressure of the plane merged perfectly, pushing his aura to its limit!

Without probing or wasting words, Tang Hao unleashed a devastating attack, mobilizing the power of the entire plane! He intended to utterly crush this evil god, who knew his greatest secret and dared to humiliate him to his face, into cosmic dust!

The dark gold giant hammer, bearing the weight of the entire Douluo Continent, tore through the surging sea of ​​laws, carrying a destructive power that caused space to collapse, and crashed down on Shang Losa, who was as insignificant as a speck of dust! Wherever it passed, time seemed to freeze!

Faced with this seemingly devastating and unavoidable attack, Upper Losar showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes!

"Hmph! Getting angry now, you piece of trash!" Upper Losar sneered, his voice icy and chilling. "You know the truth better than anyone else!"

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly exploded!

hum!

The great artifact, Netherworld Chant, emitted a sword cry that pierced through gold and shattered stone! The ink-black and moon-white patterns on the sword instantly shone to their fullest extent, and a gray-white sword aura that seemed capable of separating life and death soared into the sky!

On the surface of the five-word battle armor "Reincarnation Netherworld Abyss", countless mysterious forging runes, starlight, and spatial ripples shone simultaneously. The dark gold and grayish-brown luster flowed like living things, exuding a terrifying power that devoured all attacks and transcended the boundaries of life and death!

A terrifying aura, infinitely close to that of a god and frantically suppressed and repelled by the will of the entire Douluo plane, was suddenly released from Gong Luosa! Like a primordial beast that had been imprisoned, it forcibly broke free of its shackles and let out a deafening roar!

In this Douluo Continent's home turf, Losa's strength was suppressed by the rules of the plane, preventing him from fully displaying his divine power. He could only maintain his power at the critical point infinitely close to that of a god! But his realm! The laws of reincarnation he controlled! His battle-hardened will to kill! The Netherworld Chant in his hand that had fought against the Angelic Sword Saint! The Reincarnation Netherworld Abyss Battle Armor he wore, which had just been pushed into the Five-Word Realm by the Divine Craftsman Yuan Feng and possessed limitless potential!

All of these factors combined make his true combat strength far exceed the apparent Energy Hen level!

"kill!"

Lothar let out a battle roar like tearing silk! Instead of retreating, he advanced! Stepping on the void, like black lightning flowing against the current, he fiercely attacked the dark golden giant hammer that was capable of shattering stars! The Netherworld Chant transformed into a gray-white ribbon that separated life and death, carrying the resolute will to sever reincarnation and destroy all laws, and slashed fiercely at the core of the hammer shadow!