Rakshasa God Tang San

Terrifying energy surged into his body, and while he barely managed to resist the control skill, Tang Hao's body was riddled with holes from the impact of his exploding spirit rings.

His hidden injuries flared up, his meridians shattered, and even if he were lucky enough to escape, he had reached the end of his life.

However, Tang Hao had long since made plans; as long as he could withstand the lethal blow and find a chance to return to Holy Soul Village, he could use the spirit bone Ah Yin had left behind to hang onto his final breath...

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Tang Hao let out a roar, his blood-red phantom raising the Clear Sky Hammer high to unleash his final killing move—the Great Sumeru Hammer—against the Sea God Trident.

Blood sprayed from his pores, staining his black robes red until he looked like a fluttering battle flag.

Amidst his roars, the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer, as massive as a mountain, was easily pierced through by the Sea God Trident, shattering like glass with a crisp "crack!"

Under the illumination of the Sea God's Light, Tang Hao's blood-red true form dissipated into ashes.

In an instant, Tang Hao collapsed powerlessly to the ground; the old injuries from years ago and the backlash from his martial soul's destruction intensified.

Every meridian in his body snapped, and his internal organs were pulverized by the force of the backlash.

Tang Hao's life force ebbed away rapidly. As he lay dying, he used his remaining strength to look toward the direction of Holy Soul Village, filled with deep regret...

"Tang Hao, you are a Title Douluo, after all. Do you have any last words? For Tang San's sake, I can pass them on for you."

Wang Dong'er walked slowly toward Tang Hao, carrying Xiao Wu.

Tang Hao could no longer lift his head. He could not open his mouth, and though he tried to speak, he could not produce a single sound.

"Forget it, you can't speak now anyway." Wang Dong'er shook her head. "Do you want Tang San to know your true identity?"

"No, when the time is right, Yu Xiaogang will tell Tang San everything."

"If you are worried about that Blue Silver Emperor in Holy Soul Village..."

Wang Dong'er smiled gently.

"You can rest easy; I will take good care of her for you. As for the reward, I'll take that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. No need to thank me."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Finding strength from somewhere unknown, Tang Hao's eyes widened violently as he coughed up a pool of blood.

This secret was known only to him—how did you, Wang Dong'er, know about it?

But he didn't even have the chance to ask.

"I'm quite curious. Back then, when the Blue Silver Emperor was nearing her due date, why didn't you take her back to the Blue Silver Forest to give birth in peace, instead of moving about on the empire's border?"

"As her husband, you must have known how weak the Blue Silver Emperor was during her pregnancy. Not only could the aura of a spirit beast not be concealed, but it would also become even more intense. The border regions were guarded by imperial legions, and the Martial Soul Hall had arranged countless experts to monitor the area. Did you... were you blinded by greed for a Hundred Thousand Year spirit ring and bone, and chose to betray the Blue Silver Emperor?"

Tang Hao's greatest regret was this very thing.

But it was useless to say anything now; it was precisely because of that moment of greed that he had ended up in this state.

Tang Hao died holding that final breath.

Under the lethal blow of a god, a Title Douluo seemed so fragile.

Placing Xiao Wu aside, Wang Dong'er hesitated for a moment before deciding to erect a tombstone for Tang Hao. He was a powerhouse of his generation, after all; leaving his body to rot in the wilderness was simply too unsightly.

She took the two inherited spirit bones of the Clear Sky Sect as her reward.

But her thinking was too naive. Just as she prepared to handle Tang Hao's corpse, it shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a deflated balloon. Blood drained from his wounds, and in the blink of an eye, a small pool of blood formed on the ground.

Two ten-thousand-year spirit bones appeared on the left arm and right leg of Tang Hao's corpse.

Wang Dong'er removed the spirit bones, and Tang Hao's body collapsed like a building with its foundation destroyed. It took her quite a while to piece his remains together and bury them on the hillside.

Before long, Xiao Wu regained consciousness. Her mental sea had been damaged, causing her to forget what had happened; she only remembered that after the two of them severed their friendship with Tang San, they had left Shrek Academy.

Douluo God Realm, Sea God Temple.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes, his left hand supporting his chin while his right index finger tapped rhythmically against the Sea God Trident.

"A Sea God martial soul like Bo Saixi's? Interesting. With a triple martial soul, you are barely qualified to receive the Nine Trials of the Sea God."

Poseidon stood up, his gaze shifting from Wang Dong'er toward Sea God Island, specifically to Bo Saixi inside the Sea God Temple.

Sensing the summons from the Sea God, Bo Saixi exited her meditation and knelt piously before the statue of the Sea God...

When Tang Hao's consciousness opened its eyes, he was already in a soul state, floating inside a gloomy temple.

Beneath his feet was a platform made of white bones, and at the front of the platform sat a pool filled with blood. Faintly, one could hear shrill, mournful wails.

"Where... is this? Didn't I die? Could this be the legendary hell?"

Tang Hao was confused, but everything before him was incredibly real; he was certain it was no hallucination.

In his soul state, he could sense neither his martial soul nor his Soul Power. This had to be hell.

Just as he was at a loss, his soul body suddenly split, transforming into a purple orb of light forged from Tang Hao's resentment.

Humans possess seven emotions, and different emotions correspond to different powers. The cultivation of specific gods relies on the power of these emotions.

However, Tang Hao's consciousness had converted only into the emotion of resentment. This surprised the god official responsible for collecting emotional power, who immediately reported the matter to his superior, the Rakshasa God.

From thousands of miles away, the Rakshasa God caught the scent of this perfect resentment. Incredibly curious about the source of such malice, she used her divine powers to peer into Tang Hao's memories, and her gaze eventually settled upon Tang San at Shrek Academy.

"The God King's judgment isn't all that impressive, is it? The successor he personally chose is nothing special; even his guardian was easily slaughtered by the Sea God's successor."

The Rakshasa God sneered. Sensing the exceptionally high-quality resentment radiating from Tang San, she suddenly had an idea.

Bibi Dong's resentment had ceased to be delicious ever since Qian Xunji died, and she was no longer the perfect successor.

But Tang San was different. His resentment grew incessantly, his emotions intense, snowballing larger and larger. This was exactly what an excellent successor should look like.

"Before the term 'Lady-Killer' appeared, I always thought that being able to perceive the subtle emotions of young girls was an intuition gifted to me by the gods. But I don't like the label 'Lady-Killer.' It treats the sincerity I hold for you all as a joke. I'm sorry, but I cannot bring myself to hurt girls."

Wang Dong'er's face was filled with melancholy, her tone wistful.

"Stop acting... hurry up and tell us, who are you sleeping with tonight?"

Xiao Wu asked with her hands on her hips.

"It's definitely going to be with me." Dugu Yan stepped forward, nudging Xiao Wu with her assets. After a brief comparison, Xiao Wu's momentum faltered.