At this turning point in the Tang Family's fate, I had already staked my life on fighting them to the death.
I had estimated an even chance of victory or defeat, with the odds of defeat perhaps even higher.
But now Li Fuguang had come. The Tang Family had committed so much evil that even the Underworld was displeased.
Why didn't the Underworld intervene directly? Because it couldn't, so Li Fuguang had come.
"I told you, I told you!"
"How could the gods we ordinary people have worshipped for hundreds and thousands of years possibly do nothing, right?"
"When my brother complained about it back then, I said, 'Impossible! There's no way the gods we ordinary people love so much would do nothing!'"
"Hahaha!"
I looked at Li Fuguang, quite excited. "It's so good that you're here. Tonight will definitely be the night Tang Tianming dies!"
Li Fuguang sighed. "I ought to have come, too. Daojue invented Seven Deaths for a Life, and that was a grave sin. If he hadn't invented that harmful dark art, so many innocent people wouldn't have died unjustly."
"Besides lending you a hand, I came this time to retrieve that soul of mine."
Li Fuguang had told me before that after Wu Huaqing killed Daojue back then, Wu Huaqing took one of Daojue's souls and placed it in his son Tang Tianming, because Tang Tianming had been born with disabilities.
Later, when Daojue reincarnated as Li Fuguang, Li Fuguang's mother was already carrying a fetus. That fetus had already formed its Three Souls. Daojue drove away two of those Three Souls and used the remaining one to make up for the soul he had lost.
So, strictly speaking, Li Fuguang consisted of two of Daojue's souls and one of that fetus's souls.
"Then once