Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong.

Perhaps, Xiao Wu had a lot of bad things in his life.

Maybe, she is not a qualified mother.

Maybe, she has been a silly rabbit with a love brain for thousands of years.

Perhaps, her current behavior cannot be said to be "great".

But at least at this moment, the maternal love that burst out from Xiao Wu's heart was pure, sincere, and transcended everything.

No matter what the reason.

Mother's love itself is always great.

Qian Chaoguang let out a long sigh.

He looked at Tang San, looking at the wounds all over Xiao Wu's body caused by Xiao Wu's self-destruction, and was suddenly speechless.

Xiao Wu's tragic self-destruction did not cause Tang San serious enough injuries to cause death.

Even if the opponent is unprepared and initiated at the most vulnerable point, nothing can be changed.

The gap between the two sides can be described as a chasm.

That is a gap of nearly eighty levels, spanning from the twelfth level to the peak of the nineteenth level.

Even if Xiao Wu had given everything and burned everything, there would still be no chance of creating a miracle.

Tang San is still the same Tang San.

He was lying there with blood on his face and injuries all over his body, struggling and twisting on the ground like a disgusting maggot.

The blood power inherited from the Dragon God continuously repaired his damaged body, continuously restored previous injuries, and reconnected the broken blood vessels and meridians.

Qian Chaoguang untied the silence on Tang San's mouth and asked calmly: "The person you love betrayed you, and even burned his soul and blew himself up to take you away, don't you want to say something?

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Unfortunately, at this time, Tang San had already been overwhelmed by anger and violence.

Apart from inhuman roars and screams, he couldn't say any coherent words at all.

The conflict of forces that could make even the Dragon Gods lose their minds, now on Tang San, highlighted the Chi debuff more vividly.

Qian Chaoguang frowned slightly.

Divine power is moving, and the authority of the soul is shining.

A pure golden holy light was released from his hand, completely covering Tang San's body.

The moment the holy light covered Tang San's body, a large amount of black and red bloodlust quickly evaporated, turning into streaks of blood-colored smoke that drifted away without a trace.

The Golden Dragon King has been purified once before.

Now it is not that difficult to purify the thoughts and negative forces contained in the Shura God's throne.

Amidst Tang San's screams like killing a pig, in just a few seconds, some of the whites of his eyes that had completely turned into scarlet reappeared, and the magic marks on his body also faded a lot.

Although Tang San is still not very smart now, he has at least regained his consciousness a little bit, and at least has returned to his appearance before the war started.

He stared in the direction of Qian Chaoguang, his eyes flickering, and he kept silent about the questions Qian Chaoguang asked before.

Things have progressed to this point, what can he say?

Say something harsh?

Can't beat it.

Begging for mercy?

It was basically impossible for Qian Chaoguang to let him go.

or......

One thought after another kept flashing in Tang San's mind, thinking about how to break the current situation.

Even if Tang San didn't say a word, Qian Chaoguang could still understand part of Tang San's inner thoughts from the fluctuations in his soul, and gain insight into his current emotions.

Tang San was almost furious.

Being betrayed by his most trusted pendant, how could Tang San not be angry?

However, now that he had regained some clarity, he forcibly concealed this anger and did not reveal it as directly as before.

There was even a hint of deep fear lurking in his eyes.

After being freed from that violent killing state, how could Tang San not understand now?

I can't beat Qian Chaoguang now.

Even if he becomes the so-called "Supreme God King", he will still be killed by the opponent in a snap of his fingers.

Tang San's mentality was about to collapse.

He tried to find a way for himself to survive.

But after searching around, he found that he seemed to have entered a dead end.

The despairing gap between the two sides was even far greater than when they faced the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King or Qian Renxue, who had just become a god.

When facing those two opponents, he was still able to cause damage to the opponent, and even forced the opponent to use his full strength.

But what about facing Qian Chaoguang?

The power that increased dramatically after he merged with Xiao Wu, plus the Shura Blood Sword that he used with all his strength in anger, could not even touch the corner of the other party's clothes!

Now, without the Shura Demonic Sword and the Poseidon Trident, he has no chance of being Qian Chaoguang's opponent.

At this point, maybe we can only...

Seeing that Tang San remained silent for a long time, Qian Chaoguang silently raised the Wushuang Sword in his hand.

Tang San was immediately shocked: "Your Excellency, wait a minute!"

Qian Chaoguang did not continue, but stopped what he was doing and watched his performance quietly.

Now, at the most critical moment, Tang San decided to use his best method to try to delay time.

If we delay for a few more days, we might still have a chance.

Tang San forced out a smile and said: "Yes, you can kill me now, and I am no match for you. However, bullying the small ones like this will inevitably ruin your reputation if word spreads about it. Therefore, I think

I want to make a bet with you, do you dare?"

Qian Chaoguang sneered and put the Wushuang sword behind his back: "Who do you think you are, you're worthy of a bet with me?"

"You! You're going too far!" Tang San's expression suddenly changed, "With your level of cultivation, don't you have half the pride of a strong person?"

"I'm just bullying you, so what? Are you worthy of mentioning the pride of a strong man to me?" Qian Chaoguang sneered, "I cultivated my skills bit by bit by myself, what do you care about me doing? You

Do you think everyone is like you and only steals from others?"

Tang San was furious again, his face covered with bloodstains pretending to be angry: "You are such a slanderer! I, Tang San, have done things openly and aboveboard in my life, but when have I ever stolen anything from others?"

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Qian Chaoguang's eyes were filled with wonder, and the words he spoke changed from Douluo language to Chinese.

"Tang San, an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, was adopted by Tang Lan, the elder of the outer sect, when he was a child. However, you are ungrateful and instead secretly learned the secret knowledge of the inner sect of the Tang Sect. You knew that your sin was unpardonable, and you fell into the Nineteenth Level of Ghost Sight.

worry."

"Do you think that running to Douluo Continent and becoming an ancestor can erase the most unknown secrets in your heart? It seems that those high-sounding words you said about ghosts and worries back then were nothing more than

It’s just a matter of scene.”

"You, Tang San, are just an unfamiliar dog."

"Mr. Tang Da, you should be crushed to ashes!"

"You! How do you know! Who are you! Who are you!"

The killing intent in Tang San's eyes completely dissipated at this moment, replaced by extremely intense fear.

The despair and fear of being hunted down by the seventeen elders of the Tang Sect once again came to his mind.

"Who am I? I am the one who is here to judge you."

Qian Chaoguang sneered, symbolizing that the authority of judgment was finally lit up.

The power of the divine war exploded completely, completely sealing Tang San's power belonging to God Shura.

At the same time, the power of Yanling was finally released.

Tang San once again recovered his ability to move.

"It's time for you to hit the road." Qian Chaoguang said coldly, "Everyone, you can go."

"No... no no no... no! I'm not! Don't! Everything I do is for the Tang Sect, for the Tang Sect! Don't kill me!"

Feeling that the power of judgment belonging to God Shura was also draining away rapidly, the fear of the dissipation of power had filled his entire heart, almost completely defeating his spiritual defense.

Tang San now was like a man about to drown in the deep sea, the only piece of wood he was holding on to was blown away by the waves.
To be continued...