The Price of Her Resurrection Is Herself?

"It's you!"

Tang Hao's hoarse roar was filled with resentment and madness.

"You must have used some kind of evil magic!"

"You controlled Ah Yin! You made her forget me! You made her hate me so much!"

Tang Hao's voice trembled. He seemed to have grasped at a straw, finding the only acceptable "truth" for the absurd scene before him that was driving him to the brink of collapse.

Right!

That must be it!

How could Ah Yin, who loves herself so much, possibly hate herself?

She must have been mentally controlled!

Hearing this self-deceiving roar, the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became incredibly strange.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was carefully loosening the soil around his "Enlightenment Tea Tree" with a small shovel when he heard this. His movements paused, and an undisguised sneer appeared on his lips.

He didn't even bother to look up at Tang Hao, only sneering inwardly.

Don't you have any self-awareness about why I hate you?

Do you really expect the Blue Silver Emperor to go back with you again?

Then you forced me to be a sacrifice, and finally you treated me like trash, planting me in that godforsaken, dilapidated cave, where I'd never see the light of day and would just wait to die?

What kind of grass is that stupid?

"Is this person really a little mentally unstable?"

At another table, Hu Liena lowered her voice and whispered complaints to Bibi Dong beside her.

"Given how he treated the Blue Silver Emperor, isn't it normal for him to be disliked? Why does it have to be because the senior used underhanded tactics?"

Bibi Dong remained silent, her face cold. She also felt that this man had something wrong with his head.

But what bothered her more was that the newly formed blade of grass was still clinging to its senior and refusing to get down!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Amidst this atmosphere of disdain, Ah Yin, held in Lin Feng's arms, heard Tang Hao's slander, and her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"You're not allowed to..."

She was about to speak.

A warm hand gently landed on her head and softly rubbed it.

"Sweetie, don't get angry with trash."

"Hmm..."

Ah Yin, who was just bristling, instantly became docile.

She comfortably squinted her eyes, like a cat whose fur had been stroked, snuggled closer to Lin Feng, and made a satisfied purring sound, completely ignoring Tang Hao.

This scene fueled the flames of jealousy in Tang Hao's heart even more!

He felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger!

After calming the little pendant in his arms, Lin Feng lazily raised his eyelids, and his dark eyes finally landed on Tang Hao, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was panting heavily.

He didn't speak immediately.

Instead, he slowly extended one hand, spreading his five fingers.

His gaze lingered for a moment on his own long, fair, flawless hands, even his nails were neatly trimmed.

Then, slowly, it moved to Tang Hao, who was not far away, dressed in rags, covered in blood, with severed arms and legs, and exuding a foul smell and an aura of despair.

This silent scrutiny is itself an extreme form of contempt.

A moment later, Lin Feng's lips curled slightly, and he suddenly uttered a sentence that almost broke Tang Hao's composure.

"What do you think...?"

"Do I need to resort to such despicable methods?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

"Pfft, hahahahaha--!"

"I can't take it anymore! I'm dying of laughter!"

Demon Bear Douluo could no longer contain himself and slammed his hand on the table, letting out a deafening burst of laughter that made the plates on the table dance.

His smile was like lighting a fuse.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Holy Dragon Douluo... all the Spirit Hall experts present could no longer hold back.

Suppressed snickers rose and fell, eventually merging into a deafening roar of mocking laughter.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who always pays attention to his manners, couldn't help but turn his head away, his shoulders shrugging, clearly he was holding it in quite a bit.

"Tang Hao, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? What a mess you look like now!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo, with her fingers delicately poised, mocked without any politeness.

"What makes you think that a senior needs to resort to underhanded tactics? You think you're worthy?"

"Exactly!" Tuoba Xi chimed in, "One is a divine dragon in the sky, the other is mud on the ground. How can they be compared?"

The laughter of the crowd caused Tang Hao's already purplish face to instantly turn a deep liver color!

Humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation!

It felt like he was being repeatedly roasted over a fire!

"Ah Yin!!"

In a fit of extreme shame and indignation, Tang Hao did something that no one expected.

He actually reached out with his only remaining left hand, trying to forcibly grab Ah Yin's wrist and pull her off Lin Feng's arms!

"Come with me!"

However.

His hand had only reached halfway.

"Smack!"

A crisp, resounding slap.

Oh no, it's the sound of a hand being slapped.

Lin Feng simply raised his hand and waved it casually, and his palm landed precisely on the back of Tang Hao's hand.

Crack!

The dull thud of bones breaking echoed clearly in the hall.

Lin Feng used just a little bit of force.

Just a tiny bit.

"Ugh--!"

Tang Hao let out a painful groan, staggering back several steps. The intense pain instantly covered his forehead in cold sweat.

He glared at Lin Feng and hissed as he questioned:

"I'm taking my wife away, what right do you have to stop me?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng let out a soft chuckle for the first time.

"Your wife?"

"What else!"

Tang Hao retorted sharply.

"I paid the price of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and the terrible loss of my Title Douluo level to bring her back to life!"

"She's mine!"

He shouted these words with absolute confidence.

However, Lin Feng simply held up one finger and waved it gently in front of Tang Hao.

"First of all, have you forgotten? You just said yourself that you were willing to give anything to revive her."

Lin Feng's tone was calm, yet every word was piercing.

"What? Doesn't your so-called 'everything' include your Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that originally belonged to her? Doesn't it include your Title Douluo realm?"

Tang Hao's face turned pale instantly.

Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and continued slowly:

"Furthermore, it seems you've got one thing wrong."

"You said you'd give anything to bring her back to life."

"And I did indeed fulfill your 'request'."

Lin Feng's gaze fell on Ah Yin in his arms, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Then, as the 'price' for resurrecting her..."

"What I want is her as she is, so why can't I?"

"Now, she's mine."

Boom!

These words struck Tang Hao's mind like a Clear Sky Hammer blow.

He was completely stunned, staring blankly at Lin Feng, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Using Ah Yin herself... as the price for reviving Ah Yin?

Is there really such a logic in this world?

"At last..."

Lin Feng's voice turned somewhat cold.

Your wife is long dead.

"She may have died in that ridiculous sacrifice twelve years ago, or she may... have died in that cave you 'carefully' prepared for her."

As he spoke, Lin Feng pointed to Chrysanthemum Douluo and his group not far away.

"Not to mention, this Blue Silver Emperor plant in front of you is a bonsai they went to great lengths to find for me."

"From beginning to end, she has always been my property, Maple Dye Pavilion."

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and shrugged.

"So, what right do you have to take my things?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Brush--!

Golden Crocodile Douluo!

Ghost Douluo!

Demon Bear Douluo!

Sword Douluo

In the hall, more than a dozen titled Douluo stood up from their seats in perfect unison at that moment!

A terrifying aura surged into the sky, weaving together into an invisible net that instantly enveloped the entire hotel.

That immense pressure was now pressing down precisely on Tang Hao alone!

Thump!

Tang Hao's legs could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure, and he collapsed to his knees in a sorry state, his kneecaps hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Chrysanthemum Douluo took a step forward, his eerie face filled with icy killing intent.

He extended his delicate finger, pointing it at Tang Hao kneeling on the ground, his voice icy.

"Tang Hao! You want to take away the senior's bonsai?"

"Let's ask them if they agree first!"

Looking at those familiar faces, each one filled with murderous intent.

He felt the terrifying aura that could tear him to shreds in an instant.

Tang Hao's heart sank to the bottom.

When he was promoted to Title Douluo, he was beaten like a dog by this group of people.

What's more, is this version of myself now, with my Soul Power plummeted below Level 90, and my arms and legs broken?