Although Ye Xishui had previously harbored some apprehension towards Kong Deming, the undisputed number one figure in the Ye Xishui Sun Moon Empire, deep down she did not believe that Kong Deming could truly pose a fatal threat to her, the Death God Douluo.
However, in recent years, the situation has changed.
Kong Deming didn't know what was going on, but not only did his long-stagnant Soul Power cultivation begin to break through one after another, he also inexplicably developed a heaven-defying Soul Tool called " Battle Armor " that could forcibly boost Soul Master's Soul Power Level!
Kong Deming is now a genuine Level 10 Soul Engineer, his personal strength is unfathomable, and coupled with his miraculous Battle Armor...
Ye Xishui had to admit that Kong Deming was now a formidable opponent whom she needed to take seriously, and who could easily be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat!
"If it's the Worship Hall... he really dares to do that!"
Ye Xishui had already made up her mind; at this moment, she had already listed the Worship Hall and Kong Deming as the prime suspects!
As for evidence, when has the Holy Spirit Cult ever needed evidence to do anything?
"What a Kong Deming... what a magnificent Worship Hall!"
Ye Xishui's voice was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, carrying a terrifying calm. "She destroyed the foundation of my Holy Cult Sect and slaughtered my Holy Cult. This blood feud will be repaid in blood!"
Now that we've found the "culprit," the next step is revenge!
Ye Xishui's figure moved slightly, then completely merged into the distorted space and disappeared.
Watching Ye Xishui leave with murderous intent surging, a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed in Xu Tianran's lowered eyes.
Everything unfolded exactly as he had envisioned.
At this moment, he not only successfully resolved the deadly crisis brought by Ye Xishui, the Death God Douluo, but also cleverly shifted the blame to the Worship Hall and Kong Deming!
His deliberate mention of " Mingde Hall " and " Worship Hall " earlier was a testament to his keen understanding of human nature and his cunning.
He knew that given Ye Xishui's suspicious and cunning nature, directly accusing the Worship Hall might only arouse her suspicion.
Only if she can use her own deductions to rule out the suspicion of the Mingde Hall Jing Hongchen and ultimately point the finger at the Worship Hall and Kong Deming, can she truly believe the result.
The reason why Xu Tianran went to such lengths was that he had already keenly sensed that the Worship Hall was not close to him, the Crown Prince, and even subtly revealed an attitude of disapproval.
Given Kong Deming's immense influence in the Empire's Soul Master World and military, if he were to resolutely oppose it, an insurmountable obstacle would appear on his path to a smooth ascension to the throne!
This is a golden opportunity!
If we can use the Holy Spirit Cult, this incredibly sharp and unscrupulous "knife," to eliminate Kong Deming, this major threat, we can succeed.
For Xu Tianran, that was like clearing away the biggest obstacle on his path to the throne; it was a brilliant two-birds-with-one-stone strategy.
However, Xu Tianran did not expect that this time, he would accidentally hit the truth with unparalleled accuracy!
The one who attacked the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters and razed it to the ground with twelve Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell was none other than Kong Deming and the Worship Hall he commanded!
Douluo Continent, Divine Realm, Central Divine Temple.
Inside the majestic and solemn temple, the Sea God Tang San sat alone on his throne.
He casually rested one hand on the armrest, while the other lightly touched his forehead. His brows were slightly furrowed, clearly lost in thought, with a hint of imperceptible seriousness in his expression.
Suddenly, a slight ripple appeared in the space at the temple entrance, and a figure appeared.
He assumed that this uninvited visit was once again from his "good friend," the God of Destruction!
A red light flashed unconsciously in Tang San's eyes, and the fierce and terrifying aura of the Asura God suddenly erupted like a drawn sword!
A chilling killing intent and a sense of judgment instantly filled the entire temple, as if even the light had been frozen!
He looked up abruptly, the suppressed rage almost escaping his lips. " Destruction, what are you trying to do now...?"
However, the words were abruptly cut off before they could be fully uttered.
Because he could clearly see what the person looked like.
It wasn't the purple-robed God of Destruction I'd imagined, but rather a slender and alluring figure.
The newcomer was dressed in a soft pink dress, her long, flowing hair styled into a long scorpion braid that reached her ankles, swaying gently with her steps. It was none other than his wife, Xiao Wu.
Tang San was slightly taken aback, and the pressure of the Asura God around him instantly vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
The stern lines on his face softened, and a hint of helplessness and doting flashed in his eyes.
With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle divine Divine Power carried Xiao Wu lightly over, naturally landing her on his lap, where he pulled her into his arms.
Xiao Wu expertly stretched out her jade-like arm and wrapped it around Tang San's neck, while gently patting her full breasts with her other hand, feigning shock, and said in a sweet voice, "Third Brother, your aura just now was so frightening! What happened?"
Tang San looked at his beloved wife in his arms with doting eyes, and chuckled to himself, " Xiao Wu is clearly the scabbard of the Asura God Sword, how could she really be frightened by the aura of the Asura God? She's clearly just being affectionate with me."
A gentle smile appeared on his face as he lightly pinched Xiao Wu's nose, explaining lightly, "It's nothing serious, don't worry."
"It's just that I have some conflicting ideas about Destruction, and I'm currently troubled by this."
He didn't elaborate on the weighty topics of the expansion of the Divine Realm power and the distribution of faith, unwilling to let such disturbances spoil the warmth of the moment.
Xiao Wu raised her slender hand and gently reached it towards Tang San's brow, lightly smoothing the slight furrows on his forehead caused by excessive worry.
At the same time, she gently comforted him, "Third Brother, don't worry too much about these things."
" The God of Destruction... in the end, he just has different ideas from you, he doesn't intentionally want to oppose you."
"You see, Sister Life and we have always had a very good relationship, haven't we?"
Tang San didn't explain, but gave her a reassuring smile and said softly, "Yes, I know. Don't worry, there's no real conflict between us. I'll handle it."
Xiao Wu gently rested her head on Tang San's firm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her thoughts drifting far away.
After a moment, she murmured with deep longing, "I wonder how Xiao Qi is doing in the mortal realm?"
"Third Brother, when are you going to bring Xiao Qi back? I miss her."
The mere mention of his daughter, Tang Wutong, stirred an uncontrollable sense of irritation within Tang San.
He Mingdu made a series of arrangements for her, but he still couldn't win over the chosen one.
He concealed these emotions well, only tightening his arms slightly to hold Xiao Wu closer, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "One day in the Divine Realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm."
" Xiao Qi was too playful and secretly ran off to the Douluo Continent. She hasn't even been here with us for more than a few days."
"Let her play a little longer. I'll bring her back when she's had enough."
Xiao Wu has always trusted Tang San's words without reservation.
She had no idea that her husband had torn her daughter's soul apart, nor did she know that he was using her as "bait" to lay out a grand scheme in the Douluo Continent.
She simply missed her daughter. Hearing Tang San say this, she obediently nodded, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and softly replied, "Yes, I'll do whatever you say, Third Brother."
Tang San gently stroked Xiao Wu's long hair, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the temple and reach towards the distant lower realm. A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.