Chapter 231 Tang San Makes a Move, Beating Huo Yuhao.
The pink mist within the Valley of Love and Destiny gradually dissipated, replaced by a near-transparent purity.
However, beneath this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, a pressure heavier and more irresistible than that of Cupid was quietly locking onto the stone platform.
And at this moment.
In the major cities of the underworld, Soul Masters looked up at the sky.
The man in the picture was shrouded in a faint light. Because his aura was deliberately concealed, even the top titled Douluo present could not discern his specific appearance.
"Who is this man? Why does the previously turbulent space seem to have quieted down as soon as he appeared?" A young Soul Master from the Underworld rubbed his eyes, his tone filled with confusion.
"His voice sounds quite gentle, unlike that crazy Cupid from before," his companion chimed in. "Look at his posture, casual yet flawless. He doesn't seem like a bad guy. Could he be here to set things right? Perhaps Huo Yuhao from the underworld will finally meet someone reasonable this time?"
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, captivated by the man's calm demeanor.
After experiencing the naked malice of Cupid, this gentle tone instinctively gave them the illusion that he might not be a bad person.
However, this expectation is mixed with more confusion. In this desperate place where even a Super Douluo can be trapped and die, is there really any so-called "compassion"?
The dark world, the realm of gods.
The temperature inside the Temple of Poseidon dropped to freezing at that moment.
Tang San stared intently at the sky, his pupils contracting sharply, his right hand cracking the armrest of the throne from excessive force.
Of course he recognized that figure.
Although his figure was obscured and his voice was softened by the divine power through frequency adjustments, the sense of rhythm in his every move and the special means of resolving spatial fluctuations through rules were something that no one else in the world could use with such skill, except for himself.
"My future self... is actually getting involved at this moment." Tang San screamed inwardly, cold sweat sliding down his back.
He is terrified now.
He originally thought that the God of Love was just a prelude. As long as the God of Love could tear Huo Yuhao's personality apart, he would naturally have a way to remotely control the whole situation in the God Realm.
But he never expected that the future "Black Tang San" would be so impatient, and that he would personally descend upon Qiankun Wenqing Valley in order to ensure the success of the taming.
"Third Brother, what's wrong? Why is your face so pale?" Xiao Wu noticed Tang San's abnormality. She pointed to the blurry man in the sky and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell who this person is? His aura is so strange. I feel very close to him, but I also feel a kind of inexplicable oppression."
Tang San turned his head stiffly, forcing a forced smile to hide his inner panic: "For now... we can't tell yet. The other party's methods are very clever, concealing all their original aura. However, the person who can dominate the Valley of Love and Destiny must be a giant in the God Realm. Let's continue to observe and not jump to conclusions."
As Tang San said these words, he felt a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.
He knew he was lying, and that lie was becoming increasingly thin under the continued exposure of the sky.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the divine realm, inside the Temple of Destruction.
The God of Destruction was laughing wildly at that moment.
Although he didn't have conclusive evidence to directly identify that it was Tang San, the deep-seated sense of nemesis made him instantly pinpoint the truth.
"Hahahaha! Tang San, you finally couldn't hold back anymore!" The God of Destruction suddenly swung his purple scepter, and the lightning sphere at the top of the scepter burst out with dazzling light.
"You pride yourself on strict law enforcement and never interfering in the mortal realm. But now, your future incarnation is standing before that mortal, manipulating the rules with that hypocritical 'theory of approval'. Do you think you can fool everyone by covering your face?"
The God of Destruction laughed more and more heartily, and he even began to devise a final impeachment in his mind at the Council of Gods.
In his view, Tang San's true colors had already been revealed, and every minute and every second from now on was a countdown to this hypocritical god-king falling into the abyss.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
Standing on the stone platform, Huo Yuhao felt an unprecedented pressure. To find Wang Dong'er, to leave this place that disgusted him, he had no way out.
"Since I need to pass through you to enter the third level, then I'll take my leave!" Huo Yuhao shouted in a low voice. Without any probing, he directly activated his Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion Martial Soul. The extreme cold of ice overlapped with the mental interference field, transforming into a beam of ice-blue light that aimed straight for the man's chest.
However, faced with this full-force attack capable of instantly freezing a Title Douluo, the blurry man merely raised his hand slightly.
There was no fluctuation of soul power, no manifestation of martial soul. The man merely pointed his index finger, and the icy blue beam of light seemed to have touched some inviolable law, silently disintegrating three inches away from him.
"You're too hasty, Yuhao." The man sighed gently, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Your heart isn't pure enough. How can someone like you be worthy of the girl who would sacrifice everything for you?"
The man vanished from his spot, and in the next instant, he appeared in front of Huo Yuhao.
He casually threw a punch, the speed of which wasn't fast, but in Huo Yuhao's spiritual eye's detection, that punch sealed off all dimensions.
[Bang--!]
[No surprises.]
Faced with an absolute difference in divine power, Huo Yuhao's body didn't even have a chance to react before it completely exploded under that punch.
The blood mist instantly stained the stone platform crimson, a visually stunning sight that made everyone hold their breath.
However, at the very moment Huo Yuhao died, a sudden pink light flashed above the stone platform.
The excruciating pain of death was clearly transmitted to every nerve in Huo Yuhao's body.
But then, under the influence of that mysterious law, his flesh and blood rapidly regenerated.
In just one second, Huo Yuhao reappeared unharmed in the same spot.
He was gasping for breath, his eyes filled with terror. The feeling of his soul being forcibly torn apart and then stitched back together drove him almost to madness.
"This is the first round of 'approval'." The man maintained his gentle smile as he slowly approached the still-shaken Huo Yuhao, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather. "Death is just the beginning. Only through endless destruction and rebirth can you cleanse the impurities within you. Come, let's continue."
The man struck again. What followed was a one-sided massacre.
[Huo Yuhao's bones were broken, his internal organs pierced, and his consciousness forcibly shattered by mental power. Each time, he felt the most real pain of death, and each time, he was resurrected by that gentle voice, only to face a new round of torment.]
(End of chapter)