Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 234 Order Sanctions

Qian Renxue's cold, emotionless voice, like a final judgment, once again emanated from the Angelic Holy Sword: "There's no need to harbor any more illusions. Today, your fragmented soul is doomed. As for whether this little fellow outside named Tang Wulin lives or dies—that depends on how you behave before you completely dissipate."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanfen's illusory face became extremely solemn.

He himself was merely a fragment of a soul, and whether he was annihilated or not was not unacceptable. However, Tang Wulin's safety was crucial to the plan for the return of the main body, and he could not afford to lose it!

"Qian Renxue! You—you are going to betray us and do such a treacherous thing?" Tang San's split soul tried to verbally provoke him.

"Backstabbing?" Qian Renxue's voice finally carried a faint hint of sarcasm. "I'm here only to uncover some hidden truths. There's no alliance or camaraderie between us, so how can you talk about backstabbing? Tang San, you're far too arrogant, always thinking the world should revolve around you."

"No! You can't do this! Wu Lin is innocent!" Tang Sanfen said urgently.

"Noisy."

Before the words were finished, the Angelic Holy Sword trembled slightly, and a sword beam, purely formed from holy light and the laws of order, was not meant for destruction, but rather like a lash of punishment, precisely striking Tang Sanfen's soul!

"Ugh!" Tang Sanfen let out a painful groan, and his soul visibly became more ethereal and dim.

The power of order contained within the sword's edge has a natural restraining and burning effect on a soul like his, which is imbued with strong personal will and calculation.

"The first question," Qian Renxue's voice returned to its icy tone, "where exactly did the Douluo God Realm go?"

Tang Sanfen suppressed his pain and quickly replied, "I was swept away by a powerful spatial turbulence. I don't know my exact destination, but it must be extremely far away. I have long since lost all contact with my original self!" He tried to emphasize the distance and loss of contact to reduce the sense of threat.

However, no sooner had the answer been finished than another punitive sword beam struck down!

"Nonsense. If the connection hadn't been severed, why would you be so weak, needing to secretly draw energy from the abyss?"

Qian Renxue mercilessly exposed the truth, "The second question is, is the ruler of the Douluo Continent your father, Tang Hao—that piece of trash?" Her words carried a tone of confirmation, clearly indicating that she already had the answer in her heart, but needed Tang San to admit it personally.

Upon hearing the other party's evaluation of Tang Hao, Tang Sanfen's soul body fluctuated slightly, and his reply showed an extremely subtle hesitation: "This venerable one—this venerable one did indeed make arrangements, intending for his father to become the master of the plane and his mother to become the core of life, in order to better protect Douluo—however, some—unexpected events occurred."

It was this hesitation that brought the sword of punishment down once more!

"Hesitation is a sign of a guilty conscience," Qian Renxue said coldly. "As for the third question, with Tang San's intelligence, how could he not know that allowing a close relative to serve as the master and core of a plane is a violation and desecration of the plane's natural laws? Does he truly not know?"

"No—I don't know!" Tang Sanfen denied through gritted teeth. He couldn't admit that his true self had knowingly committed the crime.

The sword's edge strikes again! The pain intensifies!

"Lying." Qian Renxue's voice was resolute. "The fourth question: even if the plan succeeds and the profits are greater, what if it fails? In fact, it is precisely because of an incompetent plane master that the Douluo Plane is struggling to survive under the erosion of the Abyss, with order collapsing, justice vanishing, and lives being lost. Who will be held accountable for this?"

Tang Sanfen's soul trembled, and he hurriedly explained, "That was an accident! It was because the Douluo plane produced an unfortunate person like Harosa!"

He's ruined everything! If it weren't for him, my grand plan for ten thousand years would never have gone wrong!

"An outsider?" Qian Renxue seemed slightly interested in this idea, but the punishment didn't stop there. "An excuse. Any plan that can't withstand the consequences of failure is nothing but a gamble and irresponsibility."

"Fifth question: Will Tang San, the true self, ever return to the Douluo God Realm?"

Tang Sanfen's soul was in unbearable pain. The sacred and luminous laws of order were like countless tiny silver needles, constantly piercing and purifying his soul. He almost squeezed out the answer through gritted teeth: "Yes—as long as Wu Lin is still here, he will definitely come back!"

Upon hearing this answer, Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment, and then the light of the Angelic Holy Sword seemed to dim slightly.

She said calmly, "It seems that this little guy really does have a reason to live."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanfen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his soul becoming even more scattered. He said in an almost liberated tone, "Then—give me a quick death. Kill me."

"What are you pretending to be so nonchalant about?" Qian Renxue's voice suddenly turned fierce, filled with a cold hatred that had been suppressed for ten thousand years. "Tang San! You not only destroyed the Spirit Hall, but also destroyed everything that I and my mother had! Now, you want to use such despicable means to try to completely control, and possibly even destroy, the entire Douluo Plane! You deserve a share of the credit for the collapse of order!"

"Today, I will first sever your divided soul! The day your true self returns, my sword will pierce your hypocritical, self-serving heart, just as it pierced my mother's body!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Angelic Holy Sword erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light! It was no longer a punishment of dull knife cutting flesh, but a final judgment containing her endless rage and unwavering belief in order!

A sword light of pure, ultimate order swept across!

"Wu Lin—!" Tang Sanfen's soul only had time to let out a short, unwilling wail before his illusory soul body melted away like ice and snow in the holy light, completely annihilated without leaving a trace.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, tranquility was temporarily restored, leaving only the suspended Angelic Holy Sword and the unconscious main consciousness of Tang Wulin.

The next moment, a blurry yet incomparably holy phantom slowly emerged from the Angelic Holy Sword, coalescing into the form of Qian Renxue. She appeared in the cold universe, standing atop the Trident of the Sea God, her golden eyes deep and complex, gazing towards the direction of Douluo Star.

"An outsider to fate—" she murmured to herself, "Overthrowing everything old brought about a new order and possibilities—unfortunately, our paths are ultimately different."

She had once been an enemy of Harossa, their swords drawn against each other. Based on her limited understanding of Harossa, he was a domineering, vengeful, and highly purposeful individual who had every reason to want to kill her.

However, a faint yet incredibly complex smile suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's face, a smile that seemed to contain a hint of relief.

"So be it—perhaps, in his hands, this sword can spread the glory of angels, and true order and justice, to a wider universe—and I, perhaps, can also—truly let go of everything, go to that world, and spend some quality time with my mother—"

But then her gaze hardened again, and a rare, intense emotion, belonging to a "human," ignited in her golden eyes—a stubbornness and determination that spanned twenty thousand years.

"But before that—I have to face him in person." This "him" naturally refers to Tang San himself.

Qian Renxue's illusory image slowly dissipated, returning to the Angelic Holy Sword, and fell into a deeper state of silence and cultivation.

After this trial and outburst, she seems to need time to calm down and prepare for a possible final showdown.

Outside, on the forehead of the unconscious Tang Wulin, the mark of the trident of the sea god, though still present, had completely lost its former brilliance and radiance, becoming dim and lifeless.

Its continued existence may simply be because Tang Wulin is still the nominal owner of the Trident of the Sea God—a master who has lost the guidance of the God King, whose power has plummeted, and who is extremely immature.

A sea god who has lost his divine position and connection to the divine realm.

A prodigy stripped of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.

A pitiful person who has no father or mother's love.

He was carried by the trident of Poseidon, drifting aimlessly in the boundless universe, his future unknown, his waiting perhaps fruitful.