Chapter 305 A scathing critique of Tang San: You have no heart! Ah Yin: It's a pity you're not my San'er!
"hiss--"
A thin, hair-like bloodstain appeared on Tang San's face.
Golden divine blood seeped out and slid down his cheeks.
This blow didn't hurt.
But more than any attack, it tore at Tang San's heart.
Because that blade of light was Xiao Wu's last act of tenderness towards him.
It was also her final farewell to him.
Xiao Wu turned away and stopped looking at him.
Her figure slowly dissipated in the hall, turning into countless pink specks of light, like petals falling in the Starry Forest that spring.
"Third Brother, farewell."
"The third one."
Wei Tianchen's voice remained calm, but a barely perceptible ripple flickered deep within his eyes.
"I'll do it."
Huo Yuhao's voice came from the entrance of the main hall.
He had arrived unnoticed and was now walking step by step toward Tang San. His steps were steady, his eyes were cold, and his body was surging with unprecedented emotional power.
Anger, sadness, despair, fear, hatred...
Countless emotions intertwined and surged around him, transforming into a terrifying force capable of destroying the world.
"Tang San".
Huo Yuhao stopped in front of Tang San, looking down at the man he once worshipped and revered as a god.
"Do you know, I used to regard you as my faith."
"I thought that as long as I worked hard to cultivate myself and passed the tests, I could become a god as great as you."
"But it turns out, I was never a 'chosen one'."
"I am just a pawn."
"A pawn you used to consolidate the Tang family's rule."
Huo Yuhao's voice was calm, as calm as a frozen lake. But beneath that ice, there was an undercurrent powerful enough to swallow everything.
"You split Dong'er's soul, making half of her become my childhood sweetheart and the other half become my white moonlight."
"You make me struggle between 'love' and 'hate', and suffer between 'gaining' and 'losing'."
"You tortured me with the Valley of Love and Destiny, and humiliated me with those so-called 'tests'."
"You want to tame me into a dog."
"A dog that wags its tail and begs for the Tang family's favor."
Two lines of clear tears suddenly welled up in Huo Yuhao's eyes. But those tears were scalding hot, carrying with them millennia of grievances and resentment.
"But you're wrong."
He raised his hand, and in his palm, a cluster of colorful emotional energy was gathering.
"I am not a dog."
"I am a human being."
"I have my own love, my own hate, and my own choices."
"You can't control me."
"No one can control me."
boom--!!!
The surge of emotional energy exploded, transforming into a seven-colored torrent that slammed into Tang San.
There was no flying blood and flesh, no shattered bones.
But that torrent, like a key, unlocked the deepest cage in Tang San's heart.
Ten thousand years of scheming, ten thousand years of planning, ten thousand years of lies...
At this moment, everything rushed into my heart.
He saw the indifference in his own eyes as he devoured that innocent baby.
He saw the coldness in his own actions when he used Xiao Wu.
He saw the smugness in his eyes as he schemed against Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong.
He saw the self-righteousness in his own splitting of his daughter's soul.
He felt no remorse when he saw himself turning his parents into fuel.
He saw himself.
That person who wears the cloak of "Sea God," with blood on their hands, lies on their mouth, and scheming in their heart—is themselves.
"ah--!!!"
Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream; it wasn't physical pain, but the collapse of his soul.
He desperately tried to close his eyes, trying to escape those images.
But that colorful torrent clearly revealed everything to him.
"No—don't—don't look—!!"
He struggled frantically, the chains piercing deeper, golden divine blood gushing out, but he was completely unaware.
Because compared to the torment of the soul, the pain of the body is utterly insignificant.
That's enough.
Wei Tianchen's voice suddenly rang out.
The seven-colored torrent slowly dissipated, and Tang San collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.
"Next."
Wei Tianchen's gaze swept over everyone in the hall.
Dai Mubai stepped forward.
He didn't say anything, but simply raised his fist and punched Tang San in the face.
"Bang!"
That punch was so heavy that Tang San's cheek swelled up instantly, and several teeth flew out mixed with blood.
Then he turned and left.
Oscar stepped forward.
He held the unconscious Ning Rongrong, letting Tang San see her face, which was as pale as paper.
"I saw it clearly."
Oscar's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"This is your sister."
"You destroyed her with your own hands."
Then, he carried Ning Rongrong away.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward.
She didn't make a move; she simply stood in front of Tang San and stared at him for a long time with her cold eyes.
Then, she turned and left.
Da Ming and Er Ming stepped forward.
The two colossal beasts, their massive bodies pressed together in the center of the hall, did not make a move, but instead let out a low, mournful wail.
That mournful cry was a lament of the Star Dou Great Forest, a dirge for the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts, and an accusation from the countless soul beasts sacrificed by Tang San.
Dugu Bo stepped forward.
He said nothing, but took out a withered immortal herb from his pocket and threw it in front of Tang San.
It was an ordinary herb in the eye of the ice and fire duality.
It should have been full of life, but now it has withered and died.
"When you took the immortal herb, did you ever think about how many people on this continent rely on these herbs to save their lives?"
Dugu Bo's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.
Then he turned and left.
One by one, figures walked forward and then left.
Some took action, while others merely glanced at it.
But everyone's gaze was like a knife, piercing Tang San's heart.
Finally, Ah Yin stepped forward.
She stood before Tang San, her once gentle and tender face now utterly lifeless.
"Third son..."
She spoke softly, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.
Do you remember when you were little, you loved to lie in your mother's arms and listen to her tell stories?
"You said, Mom's voice is so beautiful, like a wind chime."
"You also said that when you grow up, you will protect your mother and not let anyone bully her."
The Realm of Annihilation.
Wei Yuan couldn't hold back when he saw this.
What is this?!
Ah Yin was sacrificed to Tang Hao shortly after Tang San was born.
Is this just trying to evoke emotion for the sake of evoke emotion?
And Tang San didn't even notice anything amiss?
Wei Yuan's lips twitched.
A tear slid down Ah Yin's cheek.
"But you are not my mistress."
"My third son died before he was even born."
She raised her hand and gently, very gently, stroked Tang San's cheek.
"This slap isn't meant for you."
"I hit myself."
"You who hit me, Ah Yin, are blind and have raised the man who killed your son as your own flesh and blood for your entire life."
*Smack*
A crisp slap.
It wasn't heavy, but it made Tang San more desperate than any other attack.
Ah Yin withdrew her hand, turned around, and walked step by step toward Tang Hao.
Her silhouette stretched long, very long under the lamplight.
(End of chapter)