Ghost Douluo: If You Dare to Die, I'll Drink All Your Wine!
Ghost Douluo's body was as stiff as a stone.
He looked at his lifelong best friend, whose face, which usually carried a touch of charm and arrogance, was visibly turning pale and haggard.
Large beads of sweat rolled down Yue Guan's forehead, hitting the ground and leaving a small damp patch.
Ghost Douluo's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He subconsciously reached out his hand, his hoarse voice trembling slightly without his own awareness.
"Yue Guan!"
He wanted to say, "Stop."
He wanted to say, "Don't do that."
He wanted to say, "A mere blade of grass isn't worth you wasting your life essence like this! We can think of other ways to accomplish the task for our predecessors!"
However.
Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he didn't turn around, but simply continued to maintain the output of his source energy.
After a while, he slowly turned his head.
On that pale face, there was not a trace of pain or reluctance, only an unprecedented determination.
Those long, narrow phoenix eyes, clear and bright at this moment, were quietly watching Ghost Douluo.
Just one glance.
All the words Ghost Douluo wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
He understood.
He understood everything in Yue Guan's eyes.
It contains absolute loyalty to the mission of one's predecessors.
As a plant-type Soul Master, he felt an instinctive pity for the withering of another immortal plant.
But more than anything, it was a resolute determination.
A kind of "I must do it" will that leaves no room for argument.
Ghost Douluo's outstretched hand clenched weakly in mid-air before slowly falling back down.
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes gradually became stained with blood.
Finally, as if he had used all his strength, he squeezed out a harsh word through gritted teeth.
"If you dare to abandon me alone in this world..."
"I'm going to drink every last drop of the wine you've painstakingly brewed over the years!"
This threat even sounds somewhat naive.
But those present could hear a heart-wrenching sorrow in that childish threat.
Upon hearing this, a weak yet radiant smile finally appeared on Chrysanthemum Douluo's pale face.
That smile dispelled all the femininity on his face, leaving only a radiant openness and gentleness as bright as the sun.
"Old Ghost."
"I knew you would understand me."
Having said that, he no longer hesitated, turned around abruptly, and focused all his attention on saving the Blue Silver Emperor!
The golden light shone ever brighter!
However, reality is cruel.
The essence of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum) is a treasure comparable to a divine medicine for any plant.
It can revive a dying body, but it cannot awaken a heart that yearns for death.
The Blue Silver Emperor's life force was forcibly suspended in this limbo.
You won't die.
But they wouldn't survive.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face grew increasingly pale.
His body had begun to tremble slightly.
Seeing this scene, Ghost Douluo's heart, which had just been forcibly suppressed, was once again gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
He almost bit his own steel teeth to pieces!
Finally, his bloodshot eyes suddenly turned!
Their gazes were fixed on Tang Hao, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog not far away!
That's him!
It's all because of this scumbag!
If it weren't for him raising the Blue Silver Emperor to this half-dead state!
If it weren't for his hypocritical and selfish behavior, which completely broke Blue Silver Emperor's spirit and made him lose the will to live!
They should have already happily returned to the Maple Dye Pavilion with their predecessors' "bonsai" by now!
They should have been sitting around their senior's table, enjoying the unparalleled delicacies that would make anyone ecstatic, and sharing the joy of receiving praise from their senior!
Instead of like it is now!
Yue Guan is fighting desperately!
But he could only watch helplessly!
"Tang Hao!!!"
He let out a roar that was not human, and his whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt, instantly rushing in front of Tang Hao!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He didn't use a single bit of his Soul Power.
Using the most primal, purest physical strength, he kicked Tang Hao hard, one kick after another!
Chest!
Lower abdomen!
Cheek!
Every kick was powerful and heavy!
Every kick was filled with boundless hatred!
Tang Hao's already severely injured body was completely powerless to resist such a brutal kick. He could only let out muffled groans as he was kicked and rolled around on the ground.
Seeing Ghost Douluo's almost manic venting of anger, everyone present chose to remain silent.
No one stepped forward to stop it.
Kiku and Kiku's decades-long friendship is evident to all.
That transcends companionship and brotherhood; it means regarding the other person as an indispensable part of one's life.
He watched helplessly as Yue Guan grew weaker, perhaps even dying, and he was powerless to stop it.
The pain and despair in the Gui Mei's heart can be imagined.
Don't even mention just a few kicks.
Today, even if Gui Mei really disobeys his senior's order to "spare his life and make him suffer" out of anger and beats Tang Hao to death on the spot.
They would simply turn their heads away silently, pretending not to see.
Finally.
Ghost Douluo seemed to have gotten tired of kicking.
He grabbed Tang Hao by the collar and pulled his bloodied and mangled face right in front of him.
His other hand was raised high.
Dark, ghostly energy gathered and Entanglement in his palm.
That chilling, deathly aura clearly told everyone that this attack was enough to completely end Tang Hao's life!
However.
The hand, imbued with the aura of death, stopped less than an inch from Tang Hao's forehead.
Tang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with bruises, and looking at the hand so close to his face, a twisted and disdainful smile appeared on his face.
"Cough cough... what's wrong?"
"They were fighting so intensely just now, but... when it came to actually killing, they hesitated?"
He used all his strength to mock.
"You people from the Spirit Hall, as expected... are all just a bunch of spineless cowards who only know how to shout!"
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The last shred of reason in Ghost Douluo's eyes completely crumbled.
But he didn't strike with that palm.
Instead...
Suddenly releasing Tang Hao's collar, she grabbed Tang Hao's right arm, which had been nearly charred by Spirit Kite Douluo's Ultimate Fire!
The next second.
Sizzle--!
A chilling sound, like flesh being torn apart, suddenly rang out!
Ghost Douluo, with sheer brute force, tore Tang Hao's entire right arm off his shoulder, leaving it bloody and raw!
"Aaaaaaahh..."
The unprecedented pain caused Tang Hao to let out a bloodcurdling scream that was so shrill it was inhuman!
Ghost Douluo casually tossed the severed arm to the ground as if it were a piece of trash.
He grabbed Tang Hao by the neck again and slammed him to the ground. His handsome yet ferocious face was filled with a kind of crazy pleasure.
He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, word by word.
"You're right, senior."
"Letting trash like you die so easily is... far too good for you!"
"You bastard, you deserve to be forever condemned to endless pain and regret!"
Tang Hao, clutching his blood-soaked severed arm and body, looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo's desperate and selfless act, a bitter smile mixed with excruciating pain and heartbreak appearing on his face.
He smiled.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
"Heh... hehe..."
"It's useless."
His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, and every word seemed to be laced with blood.
"With his... mere chrysanthemum... he thinks he can pull Ah Yin back from the brink of death?"
He can't do it.
Tang Hao isn't stupid.
He knew it better than anyone else.
The reason why Ah Yin took her own life was not because of her injuries or weakness.
Rather, it's because she understood what she heard and saw.
I saw through his darkest, most cowardly escape, hidden beneath his so-called "protection."
Her heart was dead.
In this situation, unless she herself is willing to change her mind...
Otherwise, even if you irrigate it with the most abundant life force, you cannot save a plant that is determined to die.
Chrysanthemum Douluo is destined to be doing nothing of value.
And Tang Hao... will eventually find the "liberation" he desires amidst this profound regret.
However.
Hearing his all-knowing whisper, Ghost Douluo, who had just vented his rage, remained silent for a few seconds.
Then, he slowly raised his head.
"Hehe..."