Little Golden Mane, Don't Let Yourself Have Regrets

Jialing Pass.

Qian Renxue's voice was hoarse. Holding the now-cold Bibi Dong in her arms, her eyes were dim, and only one thought remained in her heart.

Her mother was dead. Her last remaining family had left her too.

"Mom..."

Not long ago, she had shattered her own divine position as the price to unleash an attack far beyond her strength. At the same time, she had silently said to herself, Bibi Dong, you gave me life, and I have repaid you with the price of my own life. I no longer owe you.

But in the end, Bibi Dong had been pierced by the Asura Demon Sword before her eyes, taking her place as a lost soul beneath Asura Judgment.

The Fallen Angel's heart twitched slightly. Her vision suddenly blurred, as though all she could see was a blood-red space filled with countless fluttering threads, tangled in utter disorder.

Qian Renxue tilted her head and collapsed. Her ears were filled with roaring, as if the whole world were receding with her. Bibi Dong, whom she had held in her arms, slipped to the ground as well. They fell together, their disheveled hair spreading over the earth and intertwining like a painting with no discernible meaning.

"Young Mistress! Young Mistress!!"

The two old men flew madly out from the chaotic army, catching the Fallen Angel in their arms. Tears already streamed down their aged faces.

"Teacher, look at this..."

On the other side, Xue Beng, the newly crowned emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, sat atop his dragon carriage with delight written across his face. He froze, then looked toward the man in divine armor standing before him.

Sea God, Asura God, Tang San.

Amid the battlefield where bloodlust soared to the heavens, he casually swept his sleeve. A wave of blue-gold divine power rolled out with ease as he coldly ignored the wails of the defeated.

His expression was utterly calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. Yet the countless Heaven Dou soldiers around him were moved to tears.

"Capture Qian Renxue and Hu Liena and lock them up in Heaven Dou City first. As for the rest of the Spirit Hall Empire remnants, leave none alive!!"

The God King's command could not be questioned. Though the Heaven Dou soldiers felt somewhat uncomfortable, since their Blue Hao King had agreed to the other side's request just moments ago, only to turn his back on it the next instant.

But it did not matter. They were merely prisoners now, with no right to resist.

"Yes!!" The Heaven Dou soldiers answered in unison.

"Tang San!! You faithless little man!!"

Two furious roars came from nearby. Qian Jun and Jiang Mo Douluo, the Spirit Hall Empire's only remaining offerings, shielded their young mistress tightly behind them as they glared hatefully at Tang San.

"Ugh..."

Only under the healing protection of the two offerings' Soul Power did Qian Renxue finally awaken. But what unfolded next...

Tang San's disdainful gaze swept lightly over the two of them. He snorted. "They are nothing but ants. Losers have no right to make demands! The Spirit Hall Empire has committed countless evils. Bibi Dong's request? Heh, I merely did not expose it to her face out of pity for a pathetic woman..."

"If you dare touch our young mistress, even if this old man dies, I'll make you pay with a piece of your flesh!!" Jiang Mo Douluo roared with utter resolve. Summoning his Coiling Dragon Staff, he charged forward.

"You don't know your place..." Cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes, but he did not move.

Bang!!

With merely a casual ripple of aura, Jiang Mo Douluo spat blood and crashed to the ground.

"Brother!!" Qian Jun Douluo swiftly caught him.

The wing-broken Qian Renxue coughed up another mouthful of bloody phlegm and trembled as she said, "Grandfathers... go... It's useless..."

"This old man... cannot accept this!!"

A hundred-zhang Giant Dragon rose into the air. With a furious roar, it dove toward the God King, carrying boundless hatred.

But Tang San merely narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the dragon's head between his index and middle fingers, and squeezed.

Crack!

All Living Things Cross, shatter!!

"Pfft!!"

Qian Jun Douluo rose shakily to his feet. The old man had already resolved to offer his last measure of loyalty. His eyes were bloodshot, every muscle in his body taut and hard as steel, his fists clenched tightly.

"Don't!!"

A faint pinkish-purple glow flashed as a woman stepped between the two sides. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the lofty Sea God, Tang San. Her legs shook without stop. "Tang San... why? Why are you so heartless?! Back in Slaughter City, weren't we..."

"Tang Yin is already dead, Hu Liena."

Tang San did not wish to waste any more words. Turning around, he raised a hand toward several familiar friends. "Fatty, Oscar, I'll leave them to you. Don't tell me you can't handle a few defeated stragglers."

As a God King, he did not want to leave behind a reputation for bullying the weak.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged a look. After two seconds of silence, they still chose to do as Tang San said.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

"Young Mistress! Run!!"

"Run, Your Highnesses! As long as you still..."

More Spirit Hall Empire soldiers rushed out from the formation, risking their lives to hold back the two Titled Douluo and protect the wing-broken angel.

It was not as though Qian Renxue had not tried to get up, but no matter how she twisted her legs, she simply could not rise. It was as if some kind of restraint had been placed upon her body, leaving her unable to move even an inch.

Her gaze fell upon the lofty God King. The index finger of the right hand behind his back was pointed directly at her.

She could only watch helplessly as her grandfather offerings and the empire's soldiers were casually slaughtered by Oscar and Ma Hongjun, unable to do anything.

A plucked phoenix was not as good as a chicken, much less a wing-broken angel.

This was not the first time Qian Renxue had felt powerless in both body and spirit, but this time, it seemed she truly would not be able to endure any longer...

"I can't do anything..."

Tears of an angel fell drop by drop onto the ground, splashing into tiny bursts of water.

Flames, bloodlust, wails, explosions, shock—all of it blended into the fiercest noise, exploding beside her ears. She could even hear those people's agonized cries as blood and severed limbs brushed past her cheeks...

Amid the chaos, only the god standing above them all appeared untouched by dust, indifferent to everything.

A faint ripple came from the void around her. Qian Renxue knew it, but she did not resist. Perhaps Tang San had made his move. Under a God King's control, even if it were the past... forget it. How could she possibly struggle free?

"What a pitiful little girl..."

The voice was unfamiliar and carried a slight echo. Qian Renxue instinctively opened her eyes, only to freeze at what she saw next.

Gray-white. A wholly gray-white space. Only a Purple Shadow floated before her, yet she could not make out the other person's appearance.

"Am I... dead?"

Qian Renxue was lost.

Where exactly was this place? And who was that voice?

"Are you really willing to die like this?" Purple Shadow spoke with a faint smile. She sounded like a young girl.

"...I don't know."

The purple figure circled around her once, then reached out to touch the Fallen Angel's cheek, wiping away a trace of blood. "Despair is not frightening. I have experienced things far more terrifying than this... as long as you still believe in hope."

Hope?

Qian Renxue found it laughable. Since when had she ever had anything to do with that word...

"Are you a God King?"

She asked only five words.

Upon hearing that, Sirin let out a light laugh, her voice crisp as bells.

"A God King? What kind of trash is that?"

"...You certainly talk big." Qian Renxue could no longer laugh, but she still gave a soft snort.

Sirin gently embraced her from behind. Though there was no real sensation, Qian Renxue could feel the beating at her chest.

"Little Golden Mane, when you have the chance to make a choice, don't let yourself have regrets..."

After an unknown amount of time, purple-gold and red-gold halos rose simultaneously from two opposing horizons in that gray-white world, slowly enveloping them.

"At least... I want to know who you are."

This time, Qian Renxue's voice carried an echo as well.

"Herrscher of the Void, Sirin."

Whoosh!!

Suddenly, Qian Renxue's entire body shuddered. No one saw the pair of pupils beneath the golden hair covering her face turn orange-gold in an instant. She slowly raised her right hand and pressed it against her forehead.

(If Huo Yuhao were given a new wife, who do you think would be suitable? Note that the author will not choose any woman connected to Shrek.)