Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 185, Step Two

Looking at Yali's calm and unwavering gaze, which seemed to take everything for granted, Harosa felt like he had punched a cotton ball. The expected worry, questions, or even a hint of tension did not appear, which made him feel extremely bored.

He pursed his lips and continued, "However, if you want to successfully become the core of life, there is a major obstacle that Tang Hao will definitely not stand idly by."

He spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Back then, he was severely injured by the combined efforts of me and Fellow Daoist Electrolux, and his grass wife was even reduced to her original form. Although this guy still had some reservations and didn't dare to directly drain the life energy of the Douluo plane to revive Ah Yin (that would cause the plane to collapse immediately, and he would also be finished), he still had to use a huge amount of life essence to heal himself and prolong his life."

"For him, controlling the life energy of the Douluo plane is a crucial logistical guarantee for maintaining his own condition and for his future plan to revive Ah Yin. Not to mention, the Tang family has long regarded the Douluo plane as their private backyard, how could they allow outsiders to covet its core power? Once you start trying to merge, you will inevitably encounter his fiercest resistance."

Upon hearing this, Yali remained silent, her golden eyes devoid of any emotion as she stared directly at Harossa, as if to say, "So what? You promised before, shouldn't these be the problems you're supposed to solve?"

Her complete trust (or rather, complete dependence) made Harosa feel that her analysis just now was completely unnecessary.

He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. This woman, after becoming a god, hadn't grown bolder, but she certainly had a lot more confidence in ordering people around.

"Tsk," Harosa, too lazy to keep them in suspense any longer, directly stated the plan, "At that time, I will personally take action and try to see if I can—completely kill Tang Hao. Even if I can't kill him, I will beat him so badly that he can't even take care of himself. At that time, he will be unable to protect himself and will naturally have no time to stop you."

"Then seize the opportunity, descend directly into the Douluo Plane, unleash your Life Godhood, and begin to fully control all life forms you encounter! As a higher-level God of Life, you should be well aware of the natural suppression and control that higher life laws have over lower life forms, just like—" Harosa thought for a moment and gave an example, "Just like the Blue Silver Emperor's absolute dominance over all ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Except, your scope is the entire plane! As for the specifics of how to operate—devouring, fusing, guiding—I don't need to teach you any further, do I?"

Yali nodded slightly, her tone calm yet firm: "Okay, I understand."

Having explained everything and found nothing missing, Harosa didn't linger any longer. With a thought, the space in front of him distorted, and the deep, ancient gate to the underworld, exuding the aura of reincarnation, opened silently once more.

He stepped inside, and as his figure was about to disappear into the darkness, he turned and said without looking back, "Come in after the gates of the underworld flicker three times. Time it right."

"By the way, take good care of that 'precious seed' inside you, don't let it get lost before it even starts to grow."

He deliberately emphasized the word "baby," with an obvious hint of teasing.

Upon hearing the words "in her belly" and "baby," Yali's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and her hand unconsciously gently stroked her flat stomach, where the secret that even Harosa valued so much was being nurtured.

A complex emotion, indescribable and mixed with a touch of shame, a strange maternal instinct, and a deeper sense of loss, welled up in her heart again, making her inexplicably depressed. She just stared silently at the gate to the underworld.

Douluo Continent.

As Harosa stepped out of the gates of the underworld, the moment his feet touched the void, an immense and clearly malicious sense of repulsion, like the weight of the entire world, crashed down on him!

If it were an ordinary god-level powerhouse, under this targeted repulsive force originating from the very source of the plane, they would probably find it difficult to move and their divine power would become sluggish.

But Harosa merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"The Douluo Continent's natural favor towards me is still there; it hasn't disappeared. This rejection—it's because that good-for-nothing Tang Hao has used the authority of the plane's master to target me!" He instantly understood.

Sure enough, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed the next moment! Space twisted and folded, as if he had been forcibly dragged into a familiar realm—

It remains that boundless, azure space of consciousness, symbolizing the ocean and control.

But unlike last time, what permeates this place is no longer the warm and inclusive life force combined with the power of the vast ocean, but rather the pure, even slightly anxious and furious, power of the sea god!

Is this... Poseidon too?

A chilling killing intent, like a deep-sea current, lurked within every drop of "seawater." The entire space seemed to transform into a vast, hostile domain.

In the center of the space, a figure stood like a reef.

He was a very tall and muscular middle-aged man with explosive power hidden beneath his bronze skin. His face was rugged and his features were hard, but his brows were shrouded in an indelible layer of weariness and deep lines.

He was dressed in simple, close-fitting clothes, and did not have the Haotian Hammer in his hand, but his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on Harosa. Beneath his calm exterior was an endless rage and hatred, suppressed to the extreme, like a volcano about to erupt!

It is none other than the Lord of the Plane, Tang Hao!

His voice was low and hoarse, as if containing the chill of millennia, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with boundless hatred: "Ha Luo Sa! You actually—dared to set foot in Douluo Continent?!"

Facing the terrifying pressure and killing intent that would make even a god-king take notice, Harosa merely stretched his neck lazily, a mocking smile on his face, and replied in a flippant tone, "Oh, you've learned your lesson this time, haven't you? You didn't resort to sneak attacks last time? Looks like the lesson from last time was quite profound?"

Harosa's deep eyes scanned Tang Hao from head to toe, his gaze like a cold blade, precisely slicing across Tang Hao's tired and weathered face, sweeping over his slightly disheveled beard and hair, and those eyes that, though filled with anger, could not hide a hint of dejection deep within.

The mocking curve of his lips grew more pronounced. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a venomous snake's tongue, each word carrying extreme malice and ridicule, precisely piercing Tang Hao's most bleeding wound: "What? It's only been a short time, and you've already reverted to this state?" Harosa shook his head with feigned surprise, his tone flippant, "Is your wife dead again, and with no one to keep an eye on you, you've started spending your days in a drunken stupor again?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," he uttered a sound that resembled a sigh, the disdain in his eyes almost tangible, "really—"

What an incompetent husband. It's truly pathetic. Last time, right before my eyes, you watched helplessly as your worthless wife was pierced by a single bullet, drained of all her energy, and then, with a "bang," reverted to her original form, becoming a half-dead seed—"

Harosa even mimicked the sound Ah Yin made when she vanished, then shrugged, making a helpless yet cruel expression: "I was thinking back then, how could Tang Hao, a plane lord, be so spineless? He couldn't even protect his own woman? He killed your wife right in front of you, and all you could do besides smash your hammer in your impotent rage? Hmm?"

He leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, but his voice clearly reached Tang Hao's ears, like the most vicious curse: "Now, every night when you close your eyes, do you see Ah Yin disappearing in front of you? Do you hate me so much that you grit your teeth, yet you are powerless against me? You can only drown your sorrows in alcohol, getting yourself into this wretched state? It's truly—pathetic and laughable."

"Shut up!!!"

Harosa's words were like a red-hot branding iron, branding Tang Hao's already riddled heart with holes! Every word tore open his bloody wounds and trampled on his last shred of dignity as a man and a husband!

The despair and pain in Ah Yin's eyes as she vanished, the regret that her own explosion of the ring had hastened her wife's death, the self-blame and helplessness that gnawed at her heart day and night, and the deep-seated hatred for Harosa—all the emotions that had been forcibly suppressed were completely detonated by Harosa in the most cruel way at this moment!

Tang Hao was completely broken down!

That mask of suppressed calm shattered instantly! His eyes turned blood red in an instant, and boundless killing intent and rage, like tangible crimson flames, erupted from his body, almost igniting this azure space!

"Shut up, you beast!!!"

A roar like that of a wounded beast shook the entire consciousness space violently! The Sea God's power around Tang Hao surged wildly, but it was no longer pure; instead, it was stained with a violent dark red!

murderous look.

Buzz—! ! !

A colossal hammer, its entire body shimmering with dark gold runes, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth and shattering stars—the Haotian Hammer—appeared out of thin air in his hand!

That was no longer a simple martial spirit, but the ultimate manifestation of his authority as the master of a plane, the power of the sea god, and all his anger and killing intent at this moment!

No tricks, no frills!

Only the purest and most extreme power and hatred!

Tang Hao's arm muscles bulged and his veins protruded like angry dragons. He seemed to become one with the Clear Sky Hammer, and with an indomitable and terrifying aura, he smashed down on Harosa!

"Die, you son of a bitch!!!"

The majestic Haotian Hammer, carrying Tang Hao's overwhelming killing intent and the majestic divine power of the plane's master, was like a collapsing Buzhou Mountain, instantly tearing through space and enveloping all of Harosa's escape routes, arriving with a thunderous roar!

The power of that hammer blow seemed to smash all the past humiliations, pain, and hatred, along with Harosa, the culprit, into dust!

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