Tang San's words were passionate and sonorous, and in his heart, he truly believed them.
If not for him turning the tide, the God Realm would have long since vanished to dust in the Space-Time Turbulence; how could there have been a rebirth today?
He considered himself to have meritorious service to the God Realm and grace toward all living beings, and no one should examine him with a questioning gaze.
However, this time, before Huo Yuhao could speak, Tang Wulin beside him could no longer hold back, lunging forward a few steps to stand before Tang San, staring straight into that familiar yet heart-wrenching face.
His chest heaved, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, carrying suppression-long-held indignation and anger: "For the safety of the God Realm? What about the Douluo Continent?"
"You lured the Abyss, plotting your so-called ten-thousand-year grand plan, making the continent run red with blood and causing countless deaths and injuries for thousands of years—how do you explain this?!"
That final sentence was practically roared, the hysterical sound echoing across the sky above the plaza, mixed with unmaskable anger and even more with a pain that pierced deep into the marrow.
He was not only angry at Tang San's actions, but even more furious that such a cold-blooded person turned out to be his own father.
Hearing this, Tang San's heart sank abruptly.
He thought to himself that it was indeed as he expected; his plan had gone wrong, and the problem appeared to be quite significant.
"Brother, how can you think of Father like that?"
A female voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting the standoff between the two.
Immediately, two figures appeared silently upon the plaza, standing side by side.
The woman who spoke was tall, with a head of striking powder-blue hair.
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