Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 287 A Deal from Qian Renxue

The aura of the Crimson Mother completely dissipated, along with her remnant soul locked in the cage of order, which was also annihilated by Tang Wulin's final power of the Sea God.

The crimson moon blade, now without its master, let out a mournful cry, its light dimming as it hovered in mid-air. The scepter within the crimson royal palace also ceased functioning, and the core energy of the entire crimson domain, like a flood without a dam, began to surge and vibrate violently and chaotically.

On the battlefield, the surviving crimson creatures stood motionless like puppets with broken strings, their energy structures flickering erratically, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Turning the tide in a desperate situation!

Overwhelming joy and relief at surviving the ordeal erupted in Tang Wulin's heart like a volcano. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to one knee. The Trident of Poseidon was deeply embedded in the materialized energy layer below, supporting his nearly exhausted body.

He was panting heavily, his face pale, sweat mixed with golden divine blood sliding down his forehead, but his blue eyes burned with an unprecedented light of excitement.

He raised his head and looked at the vast, boundless, dark red energy ocean that had lost its master, then at the floating, ownerless super artifact, the Crimson Moon Blade, and the majestic Crimson Royal Palace in the distance, which was now trembling violently due to the loss of control of its central core.

Will all of this—all of this—belong to him?

Three thousand years! Three thousand years of wandering, scarcity of resources, struggling to survive in the universe like a stray dog! He lost his bloodline, his family, his glory, and could only rely on a sliver of hope and Aunt Xue's encouragement to move forward with difficulty. How many wounds he suffered, how much hardship he endured, how much resentment and repression accumulated in his heart!

And now, it all seems to be coming to an end! The entire accumulation of a half-step God-King, a vast plane rich in the energy of an entire galaxy, two powerful super artifacts—

What an enormous fortune this would be! Enough to allow him to fully recover, even surpass his former self, and possess the means to take revenge on Harosa, the enemy who destroyed his family, and the Soul Beast!

"Hahahaha—hahahahaha—!"

Tang Wulin could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter. The laughter was initially hoarse and weak, but quickly grew louder and more resonant.

Wandering freely in this now silent, dark red space.

The laughter was a sense of exhilaration as three thousand years of repression were swept away, an ultimate joy of dreams coming true and hardship finally being overcome, and a feeling of satisfaction and unbridled excitement at the prospect of taking control of a powerful force and having one's destiny in one's own hands!

He struggled to his feet, his eyes gleaming with greed and ambition, and took a step toward the deep red royal palace, toward the core of the energy hub.

He wanted to take control of this place immediately and turn this vast crimson domain into the foundation for his resurgence!

However, just as he lifted his foot and was completely immersed in the ecstasy of his enormous harvest, a slender hand with distinct knuckles silently landed on his shoulder.

This hand, seemingly casual, seemed to contain the weight of the entire universe. Tang Wulin's newly risen divine power froze instantly, like a river frozen in ice.

He froze on the spot, unable to move even a finger. A pressure far deeper and more terrifying than that of the Crimson Mother, seemingly originating from the very source of the universe, bound him tightly from head to toe like invisible shackles.

His maniacal laughter froze instantly, turning into utter astonishment and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, a calm yet supremely authoritative voice sounded softly behind him: "Clean up the battlefield? Appraise the spoils? Have you asked me first?"

As soon as the words fell, another invisible force descended, also sealing the Angelic Holy Sword that was floating to the side, its light dimmed. Qian Renxue's weak divine consciousness didn't even have time to generate a single thought of resistance before it was completely suppressed.

Tang Wulin struggled to twist his neck little by little, and with the corner of his eye, he finally saw the person who had appeared behind him at some unknown time.

He was a man dressed in a dark gold robe, tall and handsome, yet with an air of detached indifference born of a lifetime of experience. His eyes were as deep as a galaxy, seemingly reflecting the cycle of birth and death of the universe.

He simply stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire universe, with all the light, all the energy, and even the laws of nature bowing down to him.

who is he?

The question had barely formed in Tang Wulin's mind when Qian Renxue's voice, filled with shock, anger, and a hint of understanding, boomed like thunder in his sea of ​​consciousness: "It was you?! Harosa! Just now—just now it was you who made the move!"

Harosa?!

These three words were like the coldest, sharpest knife, piercing Tang Wulin's heart! His blood seemed to freeze in that instant!

Harosa! The culprit who killed his grandfather Tang Hao, severely injured Aunt Xue and the Trident of Poseidon, and destroyed his family!

That terrifying being who constantly thinks about revenge!

He—he was actually here?! Just when he had defeated a powerful enemy and thought he was about to gain everything and reach the pinnacle of life, a nightmare descended upon him!

A wave of overwhelming fear, like an icy tide, instantly drowned out all the euphoria and ambition that had just been there.

Tang Wulin's body trembled uncontrollably, his face turning from pale to ashen. His beautiful dream shattered too quickly; the fall from the clouds to the abyss nearly drove him to a mental breakdown.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only boundless despair spread in his eyes.

Harosa's gaze swept lightly over the imprisoned Tang Wulin, not lingering on him for long, but instead turned to Qian Renxue's divine consciousness, which was suppressed within the Angelic Holy Sword.

"It seems you've confirmed what I said back then." Harosa's tone was unreadable.

Qian Renxue's divine consciousness fluctuated with complex emotions—hatred, resentment, but above all, a resolute acceptance of her fate: "—Yes. You're right. My defeat wasn't against him, but against the law enforcers of the divine realm who disrupted order. I will draw my sword against him and seek revenge! Not for the glory of the angel gods, but simply to demand a belated justice and the order that is rightfully mine!"

"Aunt Xue!" Tang Wulin exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this. He couldn't understand why Aunt Xue would harbor such deep hatred for the legendary father she had never met, nor could he understand her intention in saying these words to Harosa, their greatest enemy.

We're in this together, what's the point of you saying this now?

Harosa looked at Qian Renxue, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Demonstrating your sword against Tang San? Seeking justice? Demanding order? It sounds tragic. But, Qian Renxue, you seem to have forgotten that back in the Demon Plane, on Douluo Star, you stood firmly on my opposite side. My desire to kill you has always been immense. Why should I let you go just because you say a few words now?"

His words were calm, yet carried a chilling sense of oppression. However, even someone as perceptive as Qian Renxue didn't sense any real killing intent within that oppressive aura. She understood that Harosa was giving her an opportunity to state her value.

There are no personal grudges, only conflicts of interest.

Qian Renxue's divine sense stabilized slightly, and her message was clear and calm: "I know that I am not in a position to negotiate with you now. My life or death is entirely in your hands. I am willing to exchange the laws of order I wield, and the complete inheritance of this Angelic Holy Sword, for a little longer to prolong my life."

A genuine surprise flashed in Harosa's eyes: "The inheritance of the Laws of Order and the Holy Sword of Angels? I don't seem to lack those."

He was indeed curious as to why Qian Renxue would propose such an exchange.

Qian Renxue's thoughts were directed directly at Harosa herself: "To the angel of prayer beside you."

Now, Harosa's surprise became even more pronounced. "I'm very curious,"

He asked with great interest, "How did you know she existed?"

Qian Renxue seemed to have no chance of knowing about Yali's existence, especially her identity as a prayer angel.

Qian Renxue replied, "I am the sole legitimate heir to the angelic bloodline and divine position in the world after the fall of the Angelic Ancestor God, and I have a supreme sensitivity to the aura of the angelic origin. You are enveloped by a trace of the power of prayer that is of the same origin as hers, yet purer and closer to the original desire of life. I cannot think of any other possibility but the Prayer Angel."

Harosa fell silent. He truly hadn't expected that Qian Renxue would be able to sense Yali's presence through this primal sense.

To be honest, the conditions she proposed weren't very appealing to him.

While the laws of order are good, they are not the same path as his own cycle of reincarnation, so their reference value is limited.

The Angelic Holy Sword, a mediocre super artifact, wasn't without better options under his command. Even after killing Qian Renxue, he could still acquire these things through other means; it would just be more troublesome, and he wouldn't gain the most core insights into the laws of order.

However, Qian Renxue cleverly linked the conditions with Yali.

Yali — she was pregnant. Although it was uncertain whether the child was a real offspring, the leap in life level and the process of gestation were inherently risky.

If she could obtain the complete inheritance of the laws of order, it might be of unexpected help in stabilizing her own state and understanding the balance between life and order.

Moreover, having an additional divine artifact with sacred and orderly attributes would provide her with greater protection.

Qian Renxue accurately grasped Harosa's weakness—his concern for Yali.

After a moment's deliberation, Harosa spoke slowly, his voice still calm, yet he made his decision: "I agree to your conditions. The Laws of Order and the Angelic Sword belong to the Angel of Prayer. And you, you may live until the moment you draw your sword against Tang San."

He raised his hand and waved it, releasing the power that had been binding the Angelic Holy Sword. However, a mark of reincarnation was silently imprinted deep within Qian Renxue's consciousness, serving as both a form of surveillance and a guarantee.

"As for you," Harosa's gaze finally returned to Tang Wulin, whose face was ashen, "I have other plans for you."

Tang Wulin's heart sank into an abyss.

"Is he going to kill me?"

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