Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 76 Miss Leng, you didn't want this either...

Upon hearing this, Harosa's lips curled into an extremely contemptuous and sarcastic smile. The fingers gripping Leng Yaozhu's chin tightened slightly, causing her cheek to feel a slight pain.

"What?" Harosa's voice was mocking, like an icicle piercing Leng Yaozhu's heart. "Do you think that only your high and mighty 'Brother Yunming' is worthy of the title 'God'?"

He deliberately slowed down the pronunciation of "Brother Yunming," emphasizing it heavily, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Leng Yaozhu's pupils contracted sharply! Having her most secret, softest, and most obsessive part of her heart touched, a flash of shame and anger, a mixture of being seen through and extreme fury, crossed her face! It was the rage of having her faith desecrated!

"Your Majesty, Hades!" Leng Yaozhu, enduring the pain in her jaw and the humiliation in her heart, raised her voice in anger, carrying a resolute determination as if everything were going to be destroyed, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you want to kill me, then kill me; why treat me with such frivolous disrespect!"

"Flirtatious? Humiliating?" Harosa chuckled softly, as if he had heard something amusing. The laughter echoed through the deathly silent valley, sounding particularly chilling. He leaned closer, his icy breath almost brushing against Leng Yaozhu's face, his greyish-white eyes scrutinizing her cheeks flushed with shame and anger, and her stubborn gaze.

"I merely asked you a few questions and touched your face." Harosa's voice carried a deliberate innocence and a strong sense of amusement, yet his eyes roamed over her graceful body like a venomous snake, filled with undisguised aggression. "Is this what you call frivolous humiliation? Deputy Tower Master Leng, are you being overly sensitive, or... expecting something else?"

Leng Yaozhu was forced to tilt her head back and meet those eyes that shone with a cold, grayish-white light.

There was no human emotion in her eyes, only pure scrutiny, amusement, and a detached indifference, like looking down at an ant. Harosa's words were like a viper's tongue, licking at her last shred of dignity and defense.

She was acutely aware that, in the presence of this Hades, she was no different from a lamb to the slaughter! Her pride in her strength, her noble status, and the arrogance of being the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda—all were utterly fragile before absolute power. If he truly intended to do something to her, she wouldn't have a single chance to resist!

An unprecedented despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her heart, almost suffocating her. Regret gnawed at her like a poisonous vine—if she had known it was Harosa who was coming, she would have rather self-destructed her martial soul core than fall into this predicament!

She was hopelessly in love with Yun Ming her whole life. For that unattainable love, she remained chaste and kept everyone at arm's length. If she were defiled by this evil spirit today, how could she still have the face to hope for or yearn for that radiant figure? That would be a thousand times more painful than death!

Harosa keenly caught the rapidly spreading, icy despair in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. That despair was mixed with deep fear, resentment, and a near-collapse-like sense of humiliation. Far from arousing his pity, this only intensified his reaction, as if he had discovered a novel toy, making the cold, greyish light in his eyes even brighter, and a wicked, pleased smile curl at the corner of his lips.

He tightened his grip on her chin, forcing her face closer to his, his icy breath almost hitting her lips.

"The expression on Deputy Tower Master Leng's face, which was both resigned to death and filled with fear and disorientation, was truly remarkable."

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it sounded like the most vicious curse: "Are you worried about what I might do to you? Or are you worried about how your brother Yunming will view you, this fiery rose that may have been tainted?"

"Shut up!!" Leng Yaozhu roared with all her might, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her voice was sharp and piercing due to extreme shame and anger!

She recklessly channeled her soul power, attempting to detonate the martial soul core within her body! Even if it meant her soul was annihilated, she would never endure such humiliation!

boom!

An even stronger, more overwhelming pressure, like a mountain collapsing, descended instantly, forcefully suppressing the surging soul power within her! The backlash struck her internal organs like a heavy hammer!

"Pfft!" Leng Yaozhu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turned ashen, her breath rapidly weakened, and her eyes glazed over for a moment.

Suicide has become a luxury!

Looking at her like this, Harosa's amusement faded slightly, as if he found it somewhat boring. He released his grip on her chin, letting her hang helplessly in mid-air, breathing heavily, each breath laced with blood.

"Boring," Harosa commented casually, as if the humiliation he had just delivered was nothing more than a casual remark. He turned his gaze to Deng Zhan and the others in the distance, who were bowing their heads as if they wanted to bury themselves in the ground. His voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable command: "What are you doing there?"

"Get over here."

Deng Zhan, Deng Fengqiao, and the others trembled as if they had been whipped. They scrambled to Harosa's side, heads bowed low, barely daring to breathe.

Harosa didn't even look at them, but simply nodded his chin at the barely breathing Leng Yaozhu and said to Deng Zhan, "Tell her how the Star Luo Tang Sect branch was destroyed."

Deng Zhan's body stiffened, then he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, raised his head, looked directly at Leng Yaozhu, and deliberately adjusted his voice to be steady and clear, with a solemnity as if he were proclaiming a verdict:

"Our Star Luo Tang Sect branch was shamelessly ambushed by the Star Luo Spirit Pagoda, which colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult! Branch leader Hu Jie led his disciples in a bloody battle, refusing to surrender even to the death, and ultimately—sacrificed themselves for the sect! We—we are of weak strength, and only managed to escape thanks to the protection of our branch leader, solely to expose the heinous crimes of the Spirit Pagoda in colluding with evil soul masters and seek justice!"

Every word was like a cold steel needle, piercing Leng Yaozhu's ears!

This is a blatant frame-up!

Although the Spirit Pagoda is at odds with the Tang Sect, it would never be so foolish as to leave survivors.

Besides, even a high-ranking member of the Spirit Pagoda didn't know about this, so how could it be the Spirit Pagoda's doing!

"Nonsense!!" Leng Yaozhu suddenly raised her head, her blood-stained lips trembling violently, her eyes burning with fury. "The Tang Clan was destroyed by the Holy Spirit Sect, it has nothing to do with my Spirit Pagoda! Don't make false accusations!" The Spirit Pagoda had shown her kindness and was the foundation of her existence on the continent. She would rather die than admit to this filth!

"Oh? Irrelevant?" Harosa tilted his head slightly, as if he had heard an amusing joke. The next second, an even more terrifying and concentrated pressure, like a tangible giant hammer, slammed down on Leng Yaozhu!

"Crack!" The four-character battle armor on her body groaned under the strain, instantly becoming covered with fine cracks! The terrifying pressure acted directly on her unprotected internal organs!

"Aaaaah!" Leng Yaozhu let out a shrill scream, and bright red blood gushed from her seven orifices! Blood flowed from her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, staining her originally beautiful face in a bizarre way!

Her body was convulsing violently, her bones groaning as if they were about to be crushed!

It's so tragic.

But those phoenix eyes, blurred by blood, remained fixed on Harosa, filled with unyielding hatred, as they roared intermittently, "It has nothing to do with—me—the Spirit Pagoda!!"

"Hahahaha!" Harosa suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the blood-soaked valley, filled with both malevolence and admiration. "A tough nut to crack! I admire him!"

The laughter abruptly ceased. Harosa's expression instantly became extremely strange, carrying a devilish mockery and an all-knowing coldness.

He leaned close to Leng Yaozhu's ear, his voice extremely low, like a whisper between lovers, yet every word pierced the heart:

"You—don't want Yunming to know that the disappearance of his beloved Yali is actually related to your Spirit Pagoda, right?"

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