Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 177 The Truth-Cut Man, Making a Secret Resolve

Time seemed to be forcibly frozen and stretched out just before Yun Ming was about to have his heart ripped out and his soul torn apart by the Demon Emperor.

Deep within Tang Wulin's still immature yet vast and boundless spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, the scene was completely different from the destructive purgatory outside.

Here, a serene stillness, like the dawn of creation, stretched out, with pale golden spiritual mist flowing gently, constantly nourishing Tang Wulin's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

However, this tranquility was shattered by two distinctly different divine auras.

On one side was a gigantic trident phantom, its entire body a deep blue, seemingly carved from the purest heart of the ocean. It hovered silently, radiating the vast and all-encompassing power of the sea god, yet also carrying a hint of imperceptible weakness and exhaustion.

On the halberd, a slightly blurry but still handsome blue-haired phantom materialized, which was a damaged fragment of the Sea God Tang San's soul that remained here.

Opposite him was a completely different entity—a golden holy sword formed purely from ultimate light and the laws of judgment!

Its blade is long and slender, flowing with a scorching and sacred light, as if it were the ultimate nemesis of all evil in the world. The holy sword stands silently, yet naturally exudes an ancient, noble, and inviolable awe-inspiring majesty!

Tang San's fragmented soul image wore obvious anxiety. He looked at the golden holy sword and spoke urgently yet calmly, "Brother Sword! This person absolutely cannot die now! Wu Lin is young and growing up on this Douluo Continent. He still needs this towering Douluo to protect him so he can grow up smoothly! This is a matter of great importance!"

However, the golden holy sword only trembled slightly, emitting a clear yet cold sword cry, as if silently questioning, with a hint of scrutiny and doubt, without showing any sign of making a move.

Seeing this, Tang Sanfenhun frowned, a hint of helplessness and heartache flashing across his face. He continued to explain, his tone even carrying a pleading tone (albeit very subtly): "Brother Jian, you know my current state."

Last time in the Realm of Rebirth, to protect Wu Lin, this wisp of my soul fought against the evil god Harosa, and I was severely injured, on the verge of collapse! I bear the heavy responsibility of guiding Wu Lin to godhood and monitoring the plane, so it is really not advisable for me to easily exert myself again, otherwise I might ruin everything!

Seeing that the Holy Sword remained unresponsive, he seemed to have made up his mind and gritted his teeth, saying, "This time—I implore Brother Sword to take action and defeat that Evil God Demon Emperor! I, Tang San, will forever remember this favor! Brother Sword, please speak freely about any needs you may have! As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse!"

Finally, the golden holy sword that had been silent all along emitted a clearer sword cry, as if it could directly communicate with one's thoughts.

The sound was not a voice, but a cold and direct intent that pierced through Tang Sanfen's soul defenses and reached its core: "Back then, what Hades Harosa said—about the truth of your inheritance of the dual godhood, is it true?"

This thought, like the sharpest blade of light, instantly pierced the secret that Tang Sanfen's soul least wanted to touch!

Tang Sanfen's phantom image suddenly fluctuated violently, revealing the turbulent waves in his heart!

His original self was able to simultaneously inherit the positions of the Sea God and the Asura God, and ultimately defeat Bibi Dong, who inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy, and the Angel God Qian Renxue, which was indeed not entirely due to his own strength.

The situation is complex and involves the covert interference of the previous generation of Asura God and other gods, as well as the "bias" and filth within and outside the rules. Upon closer examination, it is not so honorable, and can even be said to be an unfair victory, a flaw that he is unwilling to admit deep in his heart.

Or perhaps he simply didn't think so.

How could he possibly admit it?! Especially in the face of this divine artifact, which has a deep connection with the angels!

"Nonsense!" Tang Sanfen denied it almost immediately and decisively, his voice filled with "anger" and "righteousness" at being slandered.

"That evil god Harosa is full of slander and distorts the truth; his heart is despicable! How can you, Brother Sword, so easily believe the words of a demon?!"

However, the golden holy sword once again emitted its will, still cold and devoid of any emotion, yet carrying the power to pierce through lies: "The will of a god is lawful, and truth and falsehood are reflected by the laws of nature. If you lie, your divine power will be hindered. In that case, you should—take action yourself."

This indifferent response, like the coldest rejection, made Tang Sanfen's heart sink. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it! Why is this broken sword so stubborn and unyielding!"

But he couldn't show it on his face. Instead, he quickly put on a sincere expression, even tinged with a helpless, bitter smile, trying to defuse the situation with words: "Brother Jian, you're mistaken." He tried to make his voice sound sincere and innocent. "I, Tang San, was just an ordinary mortal who couldn't even afford to eat. Through my own efforts and a little bit of talent, I overcame countless hardships and finally inherited the divine position. Although I received some appreciation and guidance from a few senior gods, it was all out of support and care for a junior. How could it be considered sordid?"

He paused, his tone becoming even more candid, as if stating something perfectly normal: "I am an upright and honorable person, valuing loyalty and righteousness (he conveniently omitted certain less honorable deeds such as stripping soul beasts of their soul rings and interfering in the lower realms)). I am well-liked in the divine realm, and all the gods are willing to befriend me. Having friends' help and the appreciation of benefactors is simply part of my strength and personal charisma; how can it be confused with Harosar's slanderous words? He is clearly jealous of my achievements and deliberately trying to sow discord!"

Yes, that's it. The victor is king, the loser is villain, and they're happy to whitewash the past.

Tang Sanfen's words were grand and righteous, trying his best to beautify the "divine intervention" of that year into normal "mentorship from a senior" and "personal charisma," attempting to confuse the concepts.

However, the golden holy sword fell silent as he spoke.

This silence was not one of being persuaded, but rather a deeper, more knowing coldness.

It seems that what Harosa said is true.

Inside the Holy Sword, the wisp of Qian Renxue's wounded soul clearly "heard" the subtext hidden in Tang Sanfen's words—

He admitted it. He admitted that back then, what he and his mother faced was never a Tang San who had fairly obtained dual godhood through his own strength.

They are facing a "chosen one" who is favored by the entire divine system and has a God-King (the God of Asura) and a Chief God (or possibly more gods) standing behind him!

The so-called fair competition was, from the very beginning, a meticulously planned siege against their Rakshasa and Angelic lineage!

They are merely supporting characters in someone's quest to become a god and succeed them.

A complex mix of humiliation, resentment, and indignation accumulated over millennia, combined with the realization of the truth, surged and roared silently within the sacred blade of the sword, like a dormant volcano.

Although the holy sword still stood silently, the light flowing from it seemed to have become colder and more—alienating.

But then she thought of her mother's gaze before she died. It was a mother's eyes, and Qian Renxue seemed to have made up her mind.

Tang San's split soul looked at the silent holy sword, feeling uneasy. He was about to offer more benefits to increase his persuasion efforts.

Just then—

Outside, the Demon Emperor's deadly fingertips had already touched Yun Ming's chest skin! The chilling killing intent caused Tang Wulin to instinctively tilt his head back, his brow burning!

"Alas!" The golden holy sword let out an extremely faint sigh, as if it had transcended countless ages.

The next moment, it transformed into a resolute golden stream of light and burst out of Tang Wulin's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness!

Its intervention was not due to Tang San's pleas or promises, but rather for—"Punishing evil spirits is an angel's duty."

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But was it really just for this? What did Qian Renxue think about in that silence, and what decision did she make? Only she knows.

This stems from the sacred mission inherent in its existence, and from the deep-seated pride and insistence within the sword spirit—a refusal to compromise with someone who won by exploiting the rules but whose victory was dishonorable.

How are these Tang family members any different from evil spirits?!

Punishing evil spirits is the duty of angels!