Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 310 You said it, Great God King Tang

"Fair competition?"

Harosa seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the universe. He first chuckled softly, then his laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, even aggravating the horrific wound on his chest that had been pierced by Tang San's claws. Golden divine blood mixed with his laughter continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth, making his expression appear both mad and somewhat tragic.

"Hahaha—a fair fight?! Tang San, how can you say those four words without batting an eye?!"

Coughing up blood, he stared intently at Tang San with a mocking and icy gaze. "Is this 'Asura God Body' of yours—indestructible, unbreakable, and ever-strengthening after injury—truly your own?!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured into a boiling oil pan. The entire battlefield, whether it was the gods facing off or the remaining deities of the Great God Circle in the distance, was shaken to their core!

Dai Yuhao's bright eyes narrowed sharply. He seemed to have realized something, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

Rong Nianbing, Ji Dong, and the others also showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

They were all shocked by Tang San's unconventional tenacity and his ability to fight harder and harder, attributing it to the extraordinary nature of the Asura God's position, but never considering any other possibilities.

Harosa's laughter gradually subsided, replaced by a chilling mockery born of complete understanding. He pointed at Tang San, his voice echoing clearly through the starry space: "I have fought you fiercely until now, piercing your heart with the Sword of Reincarnation, severing your arm with the Heavenly Saint Abyss Halberd, and even three times..."

The Law of Reincarnation strikes directly at the core of your soul! Any one of these strikes would be enough to severely injure a fully-fledged peak God-King, bringing them to the brink of death or even causing their demise! But what about you?

His gaze dissected Tang San like a scalpel: "His heart was pierced, yet his combat power soared! His arm was severed, but it regenerated instantly, even stronger than before! His soul suffered repeated injuries, yet it seemed completely unaffected; his killing intent only increased!"

"The Asura Godhood does indeed grant the ability to grow stronger with each battle, but it could never make you immortal! I was initially wondering if you had used some forbidden technique with a huge cost, but now it seems—"

Harosa's voice suddenly rose, carrying a judgmental sharpness: "You're not relying on any special ability at all! This so-called Asura God Body you possess isn't your own divine body, Tang San! It's nothing more than a substitute puppet you obtained from who-knows-where, carrying your divine consciousness and Asura Godhood!!"

"boom!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, resounding in the hearts of every god-king!

Not his own divine body? A substitute puppet?!

Tang San's violently heaving chest suddenly stopped. He gripped the Asura Blood Sword tightly, his knuckles making a "crackling" sound from the excessive force. His expression changed several times in an instant. Although he forced himself to remain calm, the shock and panic that flashed in the depths of his eyes could not escape the observation of Harosa and a few other keen-eyed god kings.

Harosa—he actually figured it out!

A storm raged within Tang San's heart. This was indeed one of his deepest hidden trump cards!

The reason he could be so "fearless of death," and the reason he could remain vigorous and even grow stronger with each battle after enduring damage that would kill other god-kings several times over, was because he was not driving his original god-king body at this moment!

"So what if it is?!" Now that he'd been called out, Tang San no longer denied it outright. He forced a confident stance, his voice hoarse and cold, "The victor is king! As long as you win, does it matter what methods you use? This is all the power of this God King! How is it unfair?!"

He tried to rationalize this behavior, using the outcome to cover up the shady aspects of the process.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain? Well said!" Harosa sneered, his laughter filled with undisguised contempt. "Then let me guess, where did your 'powerful,' asura god body, which you can discard at will, come from?"

His gaze sharpened like a knife, seemingly able to pierce through the void and stare into the dirtiest corner of Tang San's soul: "Is it to use your identity as the Sea God and the Asura God enforcer, using the inheritance of divine positions as bait to lure those exceptionally talented and ambitious geniuses from the lower realms and even other planes?"

"Is it that when they endured countless hardships, believing they were about to touch the glory of godhood, you used that Asura Blood Sword to refine them, body and soul, stripping away their talents, fortune, and even all their potential, ultimately turning them into humanoid divine weapons that only obey your commands and bear your will?!"

If the previous revelation was a thunderclap, then Harosa's specific and bloody accusations at this moment are like a destructive storm of the universe collapsing, sweeping away everyone's understanding!

Using divine succession as bait—to refine prodigies into puppets?!

Dai Yuhao suddenly looked up at Tang San's back, his eyes filled with disbelief and a trace of pain from being deceived!

He recalled the arduous path he had taken to become a god, and his father-in-law's past "meticulous guidance"—could it be—

The gazes of the God Kings from other God Realms, such as Rong Nianbing, Ji Dong, and Lie Yan, towards Tang San had completely changed, now filled with vigilance, scrutiny, and a hint of lingering fear!

They finally understood why the Douluo God Realm under Tang San's command always produced so many talented people, and why he himself was always able to escape danger time and time again—it turned out that there were such vicious and cruel methods hidden behind the scenes!

"You—you're talking nonsense!!" Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply, trying to stop Harosa from continuing.

Once this secret is fully exposed, he will be abandoned by everyone and have nowhere to stand!

His public persona is one of righteousness and integrity. If this is confirmed, it will be terrible. How will he face his wife and God?

However, Harosa completely ignored him. His voice carried a final, cold judgment. His gaze swept over Xiao Wu, who was being controlled by Ya Li and whose face was deathly pale, before returning to Tang San, whose face was ashen: "Using the bones of others to pave your own invincible path, Tang San, you truly have excellent methods and a good plan!"

"You, Tang San, are more capable than this evil soul master. What a ruthless hero you are!"

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing—"

Harosa's tone suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling edge: "Truly powerful people shouldn't have such obvious weaknesses. Since you've chosen to have one, then you should use your 'perfectly strategized' mind to hide and protect it properly!"

"Unfortunately, you don't."

"So, now—"

He paused, then repeated Tang San's words, but with endless sarcasm: "It's all about the victor being king and the loser being villain, isn't it? You said it yourself, Tang—Great—God—King!"