Chapter 120 Tang San Goes Mad.
She wanted to destroy this world filled with filth and scheming.
But she lost.
She lost to so-called "justice," to Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang who wouldn't even give her a second glance, and to Tang San's protagonist halo.
The sorrow of that moment, seen through the sky, weighed heavily on the hearts of every viewer.
The realm of gods.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, several imposing figures gazed down upon the mortal realm.
"This is the original trajectory that should have been followed."
Poseidon, the sea god, nodded with satisfaction as he watched Tang San's victory on the screen.
"Tang San is ruthless and cunning; he is indeed the best candidate to inherit our divine positions."
The Asura God beside him did not speak, but his scarlet eyes held a hint of gloom.
The footage projected onto the screen was indeed part of a pre-arranged script.
If it weren't for Vilette, Tang San would already be on the broad road to becoming a God King.
"pity."
The voice of the God of Destruction rang out, tinged with mockery.
"The script is good, but that woman named Bibi Dong has some backbone."
"With a mortal body, he forcibly bears the evil thoughts of a demon, just to overturn this world."
"If it weren't for Tang San, she might have actually succeeded."
The gods were silent.
They are high above, used to looking down on all living beings.
In their eyes, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were nothing more than whetstones prepared for Tang San, this "rough jade".
The knife only becomes sharp when the whetstone is broken.
These are the rules.
But now that the heavens have laid bare this cruel truth before the world, even the gods feel a strange sense of embarrassment.
...
Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.
The Papal Palace was deathly silent.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, a symbol of supreme power, her face as pale as paper.
Her hands gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles turning blue from the force.
That woman in the sky is her.
That poor soul who died tragically while protecting her daughter, who died without ever fulfilling her wish—that was her future.
"turn out to be..."
Is this my fate?
Bibi Dong's voice trembled slightly.
She went to great lengths, even transforming herself into a grotesque and inhuman creature, only to end up like this?
"No!"
"I don't believe it!"
A sharp shout rang out in the hall.
Qian Renxue stood in the center of the main hall, her long golden hair moving without wind.
Looking at the figure in the sky who had shielded her from the sword, her eyes reddened, and the icy resentment she held for her mother quietly crumbled at that moment.
"That's just one possibility offered by the sky!"
"Mother!"
Qian Renxue suddenly looked at Bibi Dong, this was the first time in many years that she had addressed her in this way.
"Now that we know the ending, let's rewrite it!"
"That Tang San has lost his hand and is hiding in the ravine like a stray dog."
We still have a chance!
Bibi Dong's body trembled.
She looked up at her spirited daughter.
The confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented ruthlessness.
yes.
Now that we know our death is imminent, we might as well go crazy one last time.
"Pass on the order!"
Bibi Dong stood up and slammed her scepter heavily on the ground, making a clear, resounding clang.
"Gather all the forces of the Martial Soul Empire."
"Target: Jialing Pass!"
"Even if it means death, I will make this continent tremble beneath my feet!"
...
Barren mountain caves.
Tang San looked at the scene on the sky and his eyes burst with joy.
That's him!
The man who wielded the Asura Demon Sword, slew two gods, and stood at the pinnacle of the world is him in the future!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"I knew it! I knew I was the chosen one!"
Tang San laughed maniacally, laughing so hard that his wounds burst open and blood flowed freely, but he was completely unaware of it.
The previous dejection vanished instantly.
Since he is destined to win in the future, what does the current setback matter?
It's just that Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person!
"The mistress..."
From the corner, a slightly sleazy-looking middle-aged man emerged.
It was Yu Xiaogang.
He was so excited that he was trembling all over.
He saw it.
In the scene, after Tang San became a god, Yu Xiaogang was also revered as the Imperial Tutor and admired by thousands.
That was the glory he had always dreamed of!
"teacher!"
Tang San turned around and gripped Yu Xiaogang's shoulder tightly with his only remaining left hand.
Did you see that?
"I won! We won!"
"Once I reach Jialing Pass and destroy the Spirit Hall, I will be a god!"
Yu Xiaogang nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with greed.
"Yes, yes!"
"Mistress, you must bring your teacher along."
Even if a teacher is a disabled person, they can still help you come up with ideas.
"When you become a god, never forget the kindness of your teacher who has guided you for so many years!"
At this point, where would Tang San find any decent fighting force?
The Shrek Seven Devils either left or scattered.
His former ally, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, avoided him like the plague.
All he had left were a group of defeated soldiers and a useless teacher who only knew how to talk the talk.
But so what?
The sky had already foreshadowed the ending.
Victory will ultimately belong to the Tang Clan!
...
Tianshui City.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the tense and somber atmosphere outside.
The post-rain sunlight shone through the clouds and onto the rooftop terrace of the city lord's mansion, bathing it in a warm, golden glow.
Funina was leaning on the railing, holding a delicate little cake in her hand, and was casually putting it into her mouth.
"That woman screamed so pitifully."
She puffed out her cheeks and mumbled her comments about the scene on the sky.
"Although they seem very bad, they are also quite pitiful."
"Naviette, aren't you right?"
Navelette sat on the soft chair behind her, holding a cup of freshly brewed black tea.
The rising steam blurred his incomparably handsome face.
He did not look at the sky.
He has never been interested in the so-called "predetermined fate".
In the eyes of the judge, there is only crime and punishment, not a script.
"There is always something hateful about a pitiful person."
Navilette's tone was flat.
"It's just that we made the wrong choice on the wrong path."
He put down his teacup and his gaze fell on the girl in front of him.
Compared to the bloody battlefield, the scenery before us was far more captivating.
Today, Funina changed into a looser and more comfortable loungewear dress.
As she leaned on the railing, her skirt lifted slightly, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful legs.
Fair-skinned and delicate.
Like the finest mutton-fat jade, it gleams with a warm luster under the sunlight.
The lines are smooth and beautiful; any more would make them too plump, and any less would make them too thin.
Especially those jade-like feet that were casually crossed together.
She wasn't wearing shoes or socks.
The bare soles of her feet were a pale pink, and her toes were round and cute, like a few crystal-clear pearls, playfully curling up slightly.
(End of chapter)