Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 311 Xiao Wu's Illness Causes Tang San's Collapse

Under Harosana's piercing gaze, and in Xiao Wu's tearful eyes filled with worry and pleading, Tang San's nerves, stretched taut by rage and madness, finally let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, like a bowstring pulled to its limit.

The surging, blood-red aura of Asura surrounding him receded slowly like a tide, revealing a face beneath it filled with exhaustion.

A pale face struggling with endless pain.

He stared intently at Harosa for a moment, then looked deeply at Xiao Wu, who seemed so fragile she might vanish at any moment. Finally, as if using all his strength, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "I will give my life for Xiao Wu's life."

These words signify that this arrogant sea god, Shura, who had been calculating for millennia, bowed his proud head for the first time in the face of cruel reality.

Upon hearing this, Harosa revealed an extremely amused expression. He clapped his hands lightly, his tone filled with exaggerated admiration: "Oh? To exchange the life of a peak God-King, a dual-god-holder, for a god who doesn't even have a formal god-position and whose strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be? Great God-King Tang, this deal sounds quite worthwhile to me."

His words were undisguisedly sarcastic, piercing Tang San's heart like needles.

However, Harosa didn't finish his sentence. As if suddenly remembering something, he slowly added, "But—"

"I recall that the Great God King Tang seemed to have a daughter, right? What was her name again? Tang Wutong? The Butterfly Goddess?"

Tang San abruptly closed his eyes, his body trembling almost imperceptibly. Wu Tong—that was Xiao Wu's lifeblood! If...

If something happens to Wu Tong, Xiao Wu absolutely cannot bear such a blow; she might die of a broken heart on the spot!

His throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse with a hint of despair: "—One more life—for Wu Tong."

He tried to sacrifice his own life to ensure the safety of his wife and daughters.

Harosa, however, seemed to have heard something interesting. His gaze swept over Dai Yuhao, who was being protected by Ji Dong and Lie Yan and whose aura was weakened among the remaining God-Kings in the Great God Circle, and he asked lightly, "So—what about your good son-in-law? How much is his life worth?"

Tang San fell silent. He pursed his lips and didn't speak again. Although Dai Yuhao was important, in his heart, he could never compare to his blood relatives, Xiao Wu and Wu Tong.

That was his trump card for survival.

Just then, Dai Yuhao struggled to lift his head. Despite his severe injuries, his voice, filled with determination, pierced through the oppressive space: "Father-in-law! Don't believe him! He's lying to you! Only by killing him can Mother-in-law and Wu Tong be truly safe! I will protect Wu Tong with my life!"

"Shut up!" Harosa's voice suddenly turned cold, like ice from millennia past. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped him, causing Dai Yuhao to grunt and almost vomit blood again. "Here, do you think you, a nobody, have the right to speak?"

Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil and humiliation in his heart. He reopened his eyes, his gaze filled with a do-or-die determination, and looked at Harosa: "Harosa! Kidnapping people's families and coercing opponents, what kind of God-King behavior is this?! If you want war, then war! Why resort to these despicable tactics!"

He attempted to regain the moral high ground and ignite a final fighting spirit.

"Despicable? Manipulative?" Harosa scoffed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Tang San, even now, are you still pretending to be a gentleman?"

His gaze shifted to Xiao Wu, who was being supported by Ya Li and breathing weakly. His tone carried a cruel calmness: "Besides, do you think I'm lying to you? Even if I were to show mercy and release Xiao Wu now, how long do you think she could live? She still doesn't know that Tang Wulin is dead, does she?"

"What do you mean?!" Tang San's heart tightened, and he shouted sharply.

Xiao Wu seemed to sense something as well, her pale face revealing a hint of confusion and a deeper fear.

Looking at Tang San's anxious expression, Harosa spoke each word like the gavel of a final judgment: "You can't heal her injuries at all. No, to be precise, this isn't an injury, but rather—her essence has been depleted, her divinity has been lost, and her life has come to an end. There is absolutely no way to save her except to reincarnate and start a new life."

"And all of this—" Harosa's voice suddenly turned sharp, her finger pointing sharply at Tang San, "is all your fault! Tang San! You caused all of this!!"

"You're talking nonsense! How could it be me?!" Tang San, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristled and retorted excitedly, "Heaven and earth can bear witness to how I've treated Xiao Wu! How could I possibly harm her?!"

He looked at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with the pain and urgency of being wronged.

Xiao Wu was already heartbroken when she heard that "Wu Lin is dead." Now, upon hearing that her chronic illness was caused by her husband, her already dim eyes instantly lost all their light, leaving only endless sorrow and emptiness. Her delicate body went limp, and if Ya Li hadn't channeled a stream of pure life force into her to barely keep her afloat, she probably would have fainted.

"Sometimes, I truly don't understand," Harosa said, his tone growing increasingly sarcastic as he looked at the agitated and out-of-control Tang San. "Are you genuinely confused, or are you just deceiving yourself? If I hadn't pointed it out today, you probably would never have realized that your so-called deep affection was the real culprit that killed her!"

He stopped beating around the bush and directly revealed the bloody truth: "A god without a divine position is essentially still a mortal! How pure and heaven-defying is the immortal energy of your Douluo God Realm? Just one breath can grant immortality and prolong life; its effects seem incredibly powerful!"

"But have you ever considered that everything comes at a price! For the past thirty thousand years, Xiao Wu has lived day and night in the core of the divine realm, where the spiritual energy is so abundant. What she has absorbed is not the spiritual energy that nourishes her mortal body," but rather her very life essence, which has been eroded, assimilated, and consumed day after day, year after year by this excessively high energy!"

"She was like a fragile vessel, yet you forcibly poured in nectar far exceeding her limits! The vessel itself has long been corroded and riddled with holes! Tell me, did she absorb the immortal energy, or—did she become 'consumable material' to sustain the immortal energy?!"

"boom!!!"

Harosa's words were more lethal than any previous attack, like billions of heavenly lightning bolts striking Tang San's soul core at the same time!

He was struck dumb, frozen in place, the color draining from his face instantly, turning ashen white!

Dual Godhood — The other five Shrek Seven Devils all have godhood — but Xiao Wu is the only one who followed him into the God Realm as the "Shura Sword Sheath" — the "sword and sheath" bond that was once a legendary tale, the companionship he regarded as the deepest affection — was actually — actually the real reason that Xiao Wu was getting weaker and weaker and her life force was depleted?!

As an enforcer of the divine realm, wielding the supreme divine positions of Sea God and Asura God, how could he have never considered giving Xiao Wu a formal divine position to protect her origin?!

Was it because the identity of "sword sheath" made them feel closer? Or subconsciously—had he never truly regarded Xiao Wu as an equal?

"No—this can't be—you're lying to me—you must be lying to me!" Tang San's voice trembled violently as he desperately shook his head, trying to deny this cruel truth.

His soul was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment. The belief and pride that had supported him for thousands of years showed countless cracks at this moment, and he was on the verge of complete collapse.

Although he denied it verbally, his violently trembling body, his eyes that instantly lost all their luster, and the uncontrollable panic and despair that spread from the depths of his soul all proved that he believed it.

He believed Harosa's words.

The final straw that broke his rationality was not the tragic deaths of his parents, nor the fall of his son, but the sudden realization that his seemingly affectionate and self-righteous "protection" was the biggest force that pushed his loved ones to the abyss of death.