Chapter 232 Xiao Wu's Question: Third Brother, that person, was it you?
The light of the laws within the Valley of Love and Destiny flickered continuously; each flash of light represented the collapse of a mortal's will.
The bloodstains on the stone platform, barely dried, were covered by new life; this recurring cruelty is realistically presented to the beings of the dark world through the celestial canopy.
[And at this moment, in the scene.]
Huo Yuhao rose again from the pool of blood. His body had been restored to its original state by the power of his divine strength, but mental exhaustion had left his eyes glazed over.
He was breathing heavily, looking at the man in front of him who always maintained a gentle smile.
"Shall we continue?" The man's voice remained gentle as he slowly took a step forward. "Yuhao, the hatred in your eyes hasn't been washed away. A soul tainted with such impurities cannot bear the power of a higher dimension."
"You... madman..." Huo Yuhao's voice was hoarse as he forcibly gathered the last bit of his mental energy, attempting to launch a soul attack.
However, the man merely flicked his sleeve.
[Bang--!]
Huo Yuhao's chest cavity collapsed instantly, and he slammed into the barrier at the edge of the stone platform.
Immediately afterward, the man pressed his palm down into the air, and Huo Yuhao's joints emitted a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds. He rolled on the ground in agony, the real sensation of his bones shattering causing him to let out inhuman screams.
"This isn't madness, this is reshaping." The man walked to Huo Yuhao's side, looking down at him with a tone full of the instructive air of a superior. "The pain of death will teach you that before absolute rules, your pride is meaningless. Come, get up, let's begin the next round."
The golden light swept across again, and Huo Yuhao's injuries vanished instantly. He was forcibly pulled to his feet by a divine force, ready to face another round of physical disintegration.
In the various empires and cities of the underworld, the Soul Masters watched this almost perverse torture, and their discussions not only did not stop, but became even more intense.
"This is not a battle at all, it's a one-sided slaughter." A Soul Emperor from the underworld was pale and his voice trembled slightly. "How could a mortal possibly defeat a god? The gentler that man acted, the more chills I felt down my spine. He kept saying he was doing it for Huo Yuhao's good, but every move he made was driving him crazy."
"I think this is retribution!" Another Soul Master standing beside the ruins sneered, his eyes full of pleasure. "Look how many people he killed in Mingdu. Now he's being tortured by the gods like this. It's a way for him to experience what despair is. A life for a life is a matter of course. Even if he is the chosen one, he should suffer this punishment for doing evil."
"That's not how it works." An older Soul Master shook his head and sighed. "Huo Yuhao is indeed guilty, but this man who calls himself 'Dominator' uses far too dark methods. He's not punishing evil; he's torturing souls. This kind of torture based on infinite resurrection is even more evil than killing Huo Yuhao directly."
The debate between commoners and Soul Masters reached a fever pitch, but as Huo Yuhao was repeatedly shattered and reassembled in the scene, the underworld developed a strange fear of this "gentle man's" identity.
The dark world, the realm of gods.
The God of Destruction had now completely risen from his throne, and the lightning in his eyes was almost bursting out.
This excitement made the space around him tremble slightly.
"Did you see that? Life!" The God of Destruction pointed at the man's starting stance in the sky, then turned to the Goddess of Life and laughed loudly, "That subtle adjustment at the fingertips, that arc of dissolving the force, and that self-righteous logic of 'reshaping'. Besides the Sea God Tang San, who else in this world would use such a hypocritical and utterly deceitful method of killing?"
The Goddess of Life also looked rather grim. She looked at the sky, then at the God of Destruction, whose face was filled with fanaticism, and wanted to retort, but found that all her words seemed extremely pale in the face of those iron-clad details.
"Destruction, perhaps..." The Goddess of Life's voice was somewhat low, she barely maintained her last bit of calm, "Perhaps it was just some kind of coincidence? After all, there are too many possibilities in the future. Who knows, Tang San had his own difficulties in that timeline? He is an enforcer of the God Realm, perhaps he had to take such measures to prevent a greater disaster."
"His predicament?" The God of Destruction scoffed, his eyes full of mockery. "His predicament is that he wants to turn everyone in the lower realm into his puppets. Life, you are always too kind, blinded by his appearance for too long. Now the evidence is obvious, I don't need to wait for any future revelations."
The God of Destruction brandished his purple scepter, his tone ruthless: "I'm going to the Temple of the Sea God right now to tear off this fig leaf. I want to see what kind of nonsense his enforcer's mouth can spout in the face of irrefutable evidence!"
Having said that, the God of Destruction transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, forcefully smashing open the temple gates and heading straight for the Temple of the Sea God.
Poseidon Temple.
The atmosphere inside the hall was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Tang San sat in the main seat, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne tightly, his inner shirt already soaked with sweat.
He heard the laughter of the God of Destruction and felt the terrifying killing intent approaching.
His worst fears finally came true.
"Third Brother."
Xiao Wu's voice suddenly rang out, no longer as gentle as before, but filled with a chilling coldness and suspicion.
She stood right in front of Tang San, staring intently into his eyes.
"That person, isn't that you?" Xiao Wu reached out, pointing at the blurry figure of Huo Yuhao resurrecting in the sky, her voice trembling. "That footwork, that tone of voice, and the guilty look on your face every time you saw him make a move. Third Brother, tell me, why did you do this to Huo Yuhao in the future? Why did you take Dong'er hostage, and why did you torture him like this?"
"Xiao Wu... listen to me, that's just a vision of the future, it doesn't represent me now." Tang San was drenched in sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty as he tried to use the most reliable logic to cover up his lie.
However, before he could finish speaking, the gates of the Sea God Temple suddenly exploded.
"Tang San! How long are you going to keep acting?!"
The God of Destruction descended directly into the center of the hall, accompanied by a torrent of purple lightning.
His eyes, filled with judgment, were fixed on Tang San. He slammed his scepter heavily on the floor with a deafening roar.
"Qiankun Asks About Love Valley, the seduction of the God of Love, and now your own brutal killings." The God of Destruction laughed in fury, his tone chilling, "Now your wife is asking you questions, and I am asking you questions too."
"How long are you going to keep up this 'dog-training' act, you self-proclaimed chairman of the Divine Realm Committee who embodies the rules? Is your so-called strict law enforcement actually based on the torture and murder of mortals and the abuse of your own daughter?"
Tang San suddenly stood up. He looked at the God of Destruction who was closing in step by step, and then at Xiao Wu, whose eyes were filled with unfamiliarity and pain.
The air in the entire temple of Poseidon froze completely, and the tension reached its peak at this moment.
(End of chapter)