Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who seemed to have gone mad, his cloudy eyes filled with worry and fear.

He stretched out his only still-functioning hand, trying to grab Tang San, and cried out in a trembling voice:

"Mistress! Mistress! Calm down! This can't be real! It's a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall! Don't believe it!"

However, Tang San was completely deaf to anything at that moment.

His mind was buzzing; every word in the letter was etched deep into his soul.

"The Clear Sky Sect... was razed to the ground by Lin Ye, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, all by himself three days ago... Sect Master Tang Xiao and the seven elders were all killed in battle... Thousands of members of the sect perished without a single survivor..."

Not a single one survived!

Razed to the ground!

These few words shattered the last glimmer of hope in Tang San's heart.

"No...no...no!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't accept this fact!

That's the Haotian Sect!

It was once the number one sect in the world, his father's sect! It was his last resort!

How could this be... how could it just be gone like that?!

Raze it to the ground by one person?!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from Tang San's mouth, splattering onto the tattered letter on the ground, staining the shocking handwriting even more crimson.

His body swayed, and he felt dizzy.

"Lin... Ye..."

Tang San squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, each word filled with overwhelming hatred and endless despair.

He recalled the scene of his father's tragic death, and the horrific state of his teacher's dismissal...

Now, even his last root, his last hope, has been uprooted by this man in the most cruel and domineering way!

Why?

Why is this happening?!

I, Tang San, possess twin martial souls and memories of my past life; I am the protagonist of this world!

Why did everything I have have to be taken away by that guy named Lin Ye?!

My love, my father, my teacher, my sect...

It's all gone!

A tremendous sense of powerlessness and despair instantly overwhelmed Tang San.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Tang San looked up at the sky and let out a roar so shrill it was inhuman, a voice filled with pain, anger, and despair.

His eyes rolled back, and his body fell straight backward.

"The other woman!"

Yu Xiaogang was terrified when he saw this scene.

He struggled to get up from his wheelchair, but due to his disability, he and the wheelchair tumbled to the ground in a disheveled state.

Ignoring his own pain, he crawled toward Tang San on all fours, like a wriggling worm.

"Mistress! Wake up! Don't scare me! Mistress!"

Yu Xiaogang crawled to Tang San's side and used his good hand to pat Tang San's face repeatedly.

However, Tang San's body had already begun to grow cold, and his face still held the expression of extreme resentment and bitterness he had before his death.

Yu Xiaogang trembled as he put his finger under Tang San's nose.

She stopped breathing.

He then pressed his ear against Tang San's chest.

There was no heartbeat.

died.

His most prized disciple, his only hope, the object of his revenge... just like that... died of anger?

"No...no...it can't be..."

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at Tang San's unseeing face, completely dumbfounded.

He couldn't accept this reality.

How is that possible?

The third party is the chosen one, possessing twin martial souls. How could he possibly die like this?

Shouldn't he be standing atop the continent in the future, crushing the Spirit Hall under his feet, and avenging himself and Tang Hao?

That's not how the script was written!

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly burst into manic laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

He laughed as he banged his head against the ground, making dull thuds.

"It's fake...it's all fake..."

"Karma...it's all karma..."

"They're all dead..."

"I'm the only useless person left... Hahahaha... I'm the only useless person left..."

Yu Xiaogang's spirit completely collapsed at this moment.

He completely lost his mind.

In this desolate valley, holding Tang San's gradually cooling body, he would sometimes cry and sometimes laugh, like a complete madman.

As the sun set, it cast long, long shadows of him and his disciple...

It was filled with endless desolation and irony.

…………

Martial Soul City, the Holy Son's Palace.

Lin Ye had no idea that the two ants he casually crushed would end in such a dramatic way.

Even if he found out, he would probably just chuckle and say, "Serves him right."

At this moment, he was half-reclining on the huge soft couch in the palace, enjoying Zhu Zhuqing's attentive service.

Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a cool black silk nightgown, knelt beside Lin Ye and carefully peeled a crystal-clear grape with her delicate white hands, then gently fed it to Lin Ye's lips.

"what……"

Lin Ye lazily opened his mouth and put the grape, along with Zhu Zhuqing's slender fingers, into his mouth.

"ah!"

Zhu Zhuqing blushed and tried to pull her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, but Lin Ye gently bit her fingertip.

A tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body.

"You...you're so bad!"

Zhu Zhuqing was both ashamed and angry. She gently pounded Lin Ye's chest with her other hand, but the force was no different from tickling.

"I'm bad? What's wrong with me?"

Lin Ye released her fingers, looked at her innocently, but a mischievous smile played on his lips.

"I'm just tasting it to see if the grapes are sweeter, or if my big cat's fingers are sweeter."

"You scoundrel!" Zhu Zhuqing spat, her cheeks flushed red.

Although the two had already consummated their marriage, she still felt shy in the face of Lin Ye's direct flirting.

"Hahaha."

Lin Ye laughed loudly, pulled her into his arms, and let her lie on his strong chest.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

He gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth, long black hair, feeling the soft, warm touch of her in his arms, and a sense of peace settled in his heart.

For him, destroying the Haotian Sect was certainly not something to celebrate.

That was just a matter of cleaning up some unsightly trash.

For him, what truly matters is the woman before him and the wider world to come.

Now, there is no force on the Douluo Continent that can stop the Spirit Hall's advance.

He himself had already reached the pinnacle of mortal life, and was only one step away from becoming a god.

It's time to think about the important things in my life.

Lin Ye looked down at Zhu Zhuqing, who was as obedient as a kitten in his arms, and his eyes became more tender than ever before.

This woman has transformed from being stubborn and aloof at the beginning to being gentle and dependent now, always standing firmly by his side.

She has transformed from a girl filled with despair for the future into the Holy Princess, who now holds a revered position in the Spirit Hall.

It's time to give her a proper title.

A title that would make every woman on the continent jealous and go crazy for it.

Lin Ye secretly made up his mind.

"Zhuqing," he said softly.

"Hmm?" Zhu Zhuqing snuggled against him, letting out a lazy nasal sound.