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?
"
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.
In extreme panic, Tang San no longer even remembered that his power had not actually disappeared.
It's just that the connection with the law has been weakened, and thus the combat power has been lost.
How can a waste with no strong mentality at all, a thief who only knows how to sew and steal, give birth to the invincible Taoist heart that dares to draw a sword even when he knows he is defeated?
impossible.
From beginning to end, he was just a clown.
run!
I have to run!
Tang San gritted his teeth, activated the Xuantian Technique, and the dragon god's power extracted from his blood instantly poured into his limbs and bones.
Black shadows appeared under his feet, which was a sign that the ghost trail was about to start.
Once fully operational, with Tang San's current level of cultivation, he would be able to escape dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.
However, things backfired.
An erratic voice like a ghost sounded, completely dispelling Tang San's only thought.
"Want to leave? Have you asked us?"
The two figures seemed to appear out of thin air, and a bright halo centered on the two of them, quickly spread outwards, covering Tang San's body, instantly turning it into a golden sculpture.
It is Ju Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
With the power gap between the two of them and Tang Sanzi, they could only trap the other party for a second.
But, this is enough.
Countless figures have surrounded Tang San, blocking all his escape routes.
After Tang San recovered, his eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was as wonderful as if he had seen a ghost.
"Bipolar stasis field! This is the bipolar stasis field! How can you still be alive! You have obviously been killed by me personally!"
Yue Guan held the chrysanthemum in her hand and smiled softly: "Your Majesty is right, who do you think you are? Why do I tell you?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Just mess with him!"
Bibi Dong held the Rakshasa Magic Scythe and wore the war halo activated by Mo Xuan, and sprinted ahead.
Although Tang San's realm is still there and his divine power is still there, the power of judgment and the power of light are both sealed by the power of divine warfare.
In addition, two super artifacts were damaged, and his body was severely injured by Qian Chaoguang in the previous battle. His strength was reduced to nothing except the elemental power and blood power inherited from the Dragon God.
The war aura of Mo Xuan, the god of internal war, increased, and Huo Yutong's exquisite and exquisite command externally.
Under the circumstances of the ebb and flow, there was no way Tang San could be anyone's opponent.
Golden Crocodile Douluo transformed into a golden giant that looked like it was made of gold, with the shadow of the Golden Crocodile King behind him shrouding his body.
The old golden crocodile banged his fists twice, with a ferocious smile on his face, and charged together with Da Ming and Er Ming.
"This is impossible! This is impossible! You will all be dead tomorrow morning! All dead!"
Tang San roared in terror, constantly dodging and moving in the air, dodging one attack after another.
"You are all ghosts! You are all ghosts! You are all my hallucinations!"
"Yes, we are indeed dead long ago. But thanks to His Majesty, we are alive again."
Hu Liena's face, which was intertwined with purity and desire, outlined an arc.
Soul power as huge as a mountain and sea condensed into a needle and shot out at the most tricky angle, penetrating through the holes in Tang San's defense and directly penetrating into his soul.
"ah!"
Suddenly attacked by souls, Tang San's defense that could still be maintained was finally broken, and the next echelon who bullied him was beaten violently.
"Destroy my church, cut off my faith, destroy my people, and destroy my inheritance. Tang San, you must pay the price for what you have done."
More than a hundred former popes united with Ye Guyi, the God of Judgment, and formed a battle formation under the leadership of Qian Chenye, the God of Holy Light, to attack together, bringing the power of the Seraphim Martial Soul Hexagonal Warriors to the fullest.
Extreme.
"This sword will judge your sins!"
The lightsaber flashing with holy light in Ye Guyi's hand slashed down violently, and in an instant it fell from Tang San's head to his feet.
This lightsaber has no entity, but carries the purest and ultimate power of holy light.
The blazing holy flame of judgment will almost burn everything to death.
Even the power burst out from the Dragon God's bloodline cannot completely isolate it.
Tang San howled in pain, and could only watch helplessly as the sealed Shura power in his body was continuously evaporated, and his internal organs were severely injured.
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Even in his wildest dreams, he probably would never have imagined that there were so many seraph spirit owners in this world.
What's even more frightening is that although their average strength is not very high, when combined together, under the leadership of Qian Chenye, the God of Holy Light, they can explode with extremely powerful power.
Hundreds of powerful seraphs form one body, as invincible as an ancient evil god.
This is a long-lost battle formation on Douluo Continent!
It has been polished for tens of thousands of years in the underworld, and has almost reached the ultimate perfection!
Seeing that the battle situation was in danger, Tang San finally remembered that he didn't only have those two super artifacts at his disposal.
He still has a martial spirit!
The Clear Sky Hammer, which had not been used for an unknown amount of time, finally appeared, entangled with the destructive power born from the power of the Dragon God.
A harsh black light emerged, and everyone in the entire battle felt their bodies sinking.
"Haotian Hammer, Chaos..."
"You're messing with your mother! Are you a beast like you worthy of wielding the Clear Sky Hammer?"
The dragon-soul Haotian Hammer, which was like a mountain in Lord Zhentian's hand, smashed down violently.
The superposition secret method unique to the reincarnated master of the underworld combines all the attacks and amplification skills he has mastered, and then releases them into one hammer.
This is the Great Sumeru Hammer that belongs exclusively to Lord Zhentian!
Even though there were countless levels between the two sides, the terrifying power still caused Tang San to spit out a mouthful of blood from his hammer and plunge towards the ground.
This is what the Clear Sky Hammer that used to dominate the world in Tang Chen's hands should have looked like!
"Haha, you little brat, take a punch from grandpa!"
Another 100-foot giant with a golden body stood on the ground and punched the sky.
It is also the secret method of superimposed explosion mastered by everyone in the underworld.
Its power is so great that it even causes the space of the God Realm to collapse.
The huge force blasted Tang San from the ground into the air again, causing countless bones in his body to break.
Before Tang San could react, a sharper murderous intent appeared from the sky behind him.
The black dragon's claws covered the sky, blocking his last possibility of dodge, and also changed Tang San's posture in the air.
"laugh!"
"puff!"
Two voices sounded in succession, and the sharp and domineering Golden Dragon Spear came out from Tang San's heart, directly piercing his entire body from front to back.
"Have fun for you."
Qiu'er flickered, coldly grabbed back the golden dragon spear stained with divine blood, and told a cold joke along the way.
After absorbing Tang San's divine blood and life force, the two ends of the Golden Dragon Spear became even sharper.
It is originally the same bloodline as the dragon god and dragon root, and it is constantly "polished" to become more and more powerful.
Originally, even though Tang San was severely hammered by Lord Zhentian and punched with all his strength by the Noumenon Sect Patriarch, he still had some energy left to dodge Qiu'er's shot filled with extreme anger.
However, there were too many people besieging Tang San at this time.
Huo Yutong's Zhoutian Xingdou Formation bound Tang San's body, and Qiu'er's reduced luck enveloped Tang San's soul.
Countless weakenings and domains continued to weaken Tang San's own power.
Coupled with the black dragon claw that God Tian sent out in anger, Tang San was completely nailed to death in mid-air, unable to move.
Under the guidance of mental locking, the Golden Dragon Spear could accurately penetrate the chest, taking away a large wave of vitality and divine power.
"How could I, Tang San, die in this place! I am the Supreme God King!"
Tang San gritted his teeth and mobilized the power contained in the Dragon God's bloodline, and the power of life continued to repair the incomplete body.
The destructive power in his hand was blasted out brazenly, trying to disperse the next round of attacks that had not yet been launched by the besieging people.
However, the appearance of two unexpected people ended Tang San's dream again in an instant.
The shadow of a huge ancient tree of life shrouded the battlefield, and its majestic vitality floated out, instantly wiping out the destructive power.
The lightning ball flashing with the aura of destruction violently erupted, once again bombarding Tang San's slightly repaired body until it was broken, constantly disintegrating the recovery of life force.
That is the goddess of life and the god of destruction.
After the battle began, Qian Chaoguang not only ordered people to let them go, but even released Oscar's restrictions and asked him to make two more than half diamond sausages, barely restoring the two's strength to its peak.
After recovering, the couple didn't say anything. They immediately rushed into the battlefield and stood at the front without reservation.
They want revenge for the dead Xiao Qi!
"I can't die, I can't die! How can my brilliant mind disappear from this world! This is a loss to the whole world!"
Tang San, who had regained his consciousness, once again had the tendency to become possessed, looking for a random direction like crazy, trying to break through by exchanging injuries for injuries.
But with the arrival of a phantom of a scepter, Tang San's plan to destroy everything had just begun, but it had already failed again.
Absolute domination, the absolute control skill of Zhang Bowen, the God of Hope.
The Pope of the Eternal Divine Religion, who had a slightly decadent face but was always smiling, had only taken the initiative to attack Tang San once from the beginning of the battle, and once again gave him a spiritual critical blow.
Huo Yutong's spiritual realm completely covered the battlefield and was absolutely watertight.
Located in the Zhoutian Star Formation, Tang San's small movements couldn't escape her perception at all.
Everything that happened in the battle was also part of her calculations.
Unless the comrades make mistakes in cooperating with each other, resulting in a break in the offensive rhythm.
Otherwise, how could Tang San escape this nearly endless chain of control?
Even if due to the level gap between the two sides, this absolute control could only control Tang San for half a second, that was completely enough.
Even in battles at the Ultimate Douluo level, half a second of forced body formation is often enough to determine the outcome of a battle, and even the life and death of both parties in the battle.
The sword light of the Sword God Ji Juechen, the Fire Phoenix incarnated by the God of Vengeance Ma Hongjun, and the Netherworld White Tiger formed by the fusion of Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai attacked from three directions at the same time.
The violent sword intent instantly chopped off most of Tang San's right leg, and the blazing fire of revenge also burned away the remaining broken Poseidon Wings.
The Netherworld White Tiger slapped the Clear Sky Hammer that Tang San had barely swung over, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood again, and even his chest collapsed a little.
At this moment, Dai Luoli, the God of Death, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped out from diagonally below with the help of Bai Chenxiang.
A pair of tiger claws wrapped in the power of death clawed deeply into Tang San's body from the sides, almost tearing his spine to pieces!
The injury to his waist, the mutilation of his right leg, and the successive shattering of the Poseidon's Eight Wings caused Tang San's mobility to plummet in an instant.
Now, he can't even use Ghost Shadow again.
Even more wonderful was Lao Ji's sword earlier.
The position of this sword is very particular.
Given Tang San's current level of cultivation, the heart and head injuries were not fatal.
Even if a sword struck the head or a shot penetrated the heart, Tang San could not be completely killed.
Ji Juechen knew very well that he was not the Blood Sword Douluo who used all his strength to attack, nor did he have the ability to annihilate Tang San's soul with one sword.
He simply retreated to the second best, focusing on weakening Tang San's main strength.
The divine armor on Tang San's right leg was transformed from Ah Yin's hundred thousand year old soul bone, which contains the endless vitality of the Blue Silver Emperor.
After losing his right leg and right leg divine armor, Tang San's recovery ability suddenly plummeted, and he was swaying in the fierce attack like a storm, like a small boat in a tsunami.
The power squeezed out of the Dragon God's bloodline even seems to be insufficient for defense, so how can it heal the wounds with all its strength?
Those insignificant vitalities were constantly being wiped out by the God of Destruction's thunder, and they had no effect at all.
Relying solely on Tang San's own divine body recovery ability, it can only be said that he is unable to survive alone.
"Blue Silver Emperor, entangled!"
Tang San, who was in a desperate situation, roared and finally unleashed the other power that truly belonged to him.
Countless vines like the arms and legs of a giant octopus continued to emerge, trying to trap the countless gods participating in the siege and open a way out.
However, Tang San had not used his martial spirit for too long.
After ascending to the God Realm, he did not conduct any training or tempering on it. On weekdays, he only knew how to use the Shura Demonic Sword and the Golden Trident to suppress others.
Even the combat level has been reduced to a pile of defense, and it is not even as smart as when he participated in the elite competition of elite soul masters in the continent.
Nowadays, the Blue Silver Emperor, which is still just a mortal plant, has not improved by even half a point. How can it withstand the continuous attacks of many god-level experts?
Just the holy flames released by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Ilax, and the Bone Dragon, Dragon One, were enough to burn all the messy branches of the Blue Silver Emperor, leaving only a cloud of black ash floating in the wind.
"Impossible, this is definitely an illusion!"
Tang San held the Blue Silver Emperor in his right hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, desperately resisting countless attacks like a tidal wave.
"I am the Supreme God King! Even if I can't defeat Qian Chaoguang, how can I still be unable to defeat you! This is absolutely impossible!"
"What kind of bullshit is the Supreme God King, who deceives others so much that he even believes it?"
The Lich God Afan held three cigars in his mouth and slashed in the air while replying with disdain.
With Huo Yutong's central command, even in a group fight with hundreds of people, everyone in the Immortal Empire still advanced and retreated in a controlled manner, and they cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding.
Tang San was almost suppressed to the point where it was extremely difficult to even fight back, so he could only be beaten passively.
"I am truly the Supreme God King!"
Tang San tried his best to dodge, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.
"How could I not be! I have definitely broken through to the level of the Supreme God King! Even the laws are celebrating me! There is no way I am not!"
"What a pitiful fool. He is still immersed in his own fantasy until now. It's so sad."
Xiao Xiao, the God of Peace, controlled the Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron and descended from the sky, suppressing Tang San's attempt to counterattack, once again interrupting his thoughts of survival.
The God of the Sun and Caitou, who was carrying a huge cannon, blasted out a cannon and said quietly: "The resonance of the law you feel is just the congratulations of heaven and earth brought by His Majesty's breakthrough to the realm of gods. You don't really think it is."
You brought it, right? I didn’t say that you are the only one who deserves it?”
"Impossible, you are definitely lying to me! You can't even think of lying to me! I am absolutely! I already have power comparable to the Dragon God!"
Tang San yelled at the top of his lungs, waving the Clear Sky Hammer and the Blue Silver Overlord Spear in his hands like crazy, trying desperately to fight with He Caitou and Xiao Xiao, who had spoken a few words of truth.
But both of them used long-range attacks. Together with Huo Yutong, they were at the outermost level of the battle. They only supported the battlefield through long-range attacks. How could Tang San get ahold of it?
At this moment, Tang San was really a little crazy.
Not only angry, but also anxious.
People, sometimes the less they have, the more afraid they are of losing something, and the more they have to emphasize something.
Tang San ignored his injuries and charged into the encirclement crazily, shouting that he was the Supreme God King.
He vaguely understood in his heart that he might really be wrong, that he might not have broken through to the realm of the Dragon God back then.
But he didn't want to believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it.
The cultivation level of the Supreme God King is the last trace of pride left in his heart, and it is also the last life-saving straw he can grasp.
Without this name, he is nothing.
That's why Tang San denied it with all his strength, forced himself to deceive his own heart, distorted his cognition, and angrily accused everyone in the Immortal Empire of lying to him.
However, the reason why objective facts are objective facts is that they cannot be changed by human will.
What is true is always true.
What is false can never become true.
Even though Tang San tried his best to deceive his own heart, the increasingly depressing situation on the battlefield made his mentality gradually slide towards the abyss of collapse.
Once out of control.
"I won't lose, I won't die!"
Tang San roared angrily, with magnificent nine-color flames burning all over his body, trying to make a final desperate effort by burning his divine power and blood.
"I will prove to all of you that I, Tang San, have already achieved the highest level!"
At this moment, Wang Dong, who had never made a move before, finally appeared.
The clanging steel dragon wings flapped, and a pair of cold and proud eyes appeared in front of Tang San.
The dried bloody fingerprints on Wang Dong's cheeks added a bit of sadness to that heroic face.
The sword was slashed out, and the cold heavy sword fell in the air, like a flying fairy from the sky.
In just an instant, the sword blade cut through all the Blue Silver Emperor vines in front of him, and went straight into Tang San's head.
It was an ice-blue heavy sword that shone with a cold light—Frostmourne.
It has a total of eleven completely different attributes, embracing all rivers but being able to melt them all into one furnace.
The sharp sword edge almost cut Tang San's entire head in half, but stopped firmly after cutting off the nose, leaving a mouth that could barely speak.
The nine-color flame was extinguished instantly, and Tang San's own aura instantly dropped to freezing point.
The extremely cold ice almost froze his soul, and his whole body became stiff.
At this moment, the fear in Tang San's eyes reached the extreme.
Even his last trump card, the power of Dragon God's bloodline, was suppressed by the sword in the opponent's hand at this moment, unable to move at all.
Tang San didn't know what was going on.
He can only feel it.
In this moment between life and death, it seemed that what he was facing was not Wang Dong, nor Frostmourne, the top-notch divine weapon.
It is Ben Long, the Dragon God back then.
That kind of superior power from the same sect completely suppressed the Dragon God bloodline in his body, and he could no longer exert even half of its power.
I'm probably going to be finished.
Tang San thought desperately.
Wang Dong just stared at Tang San's ugly face, his eyes filled with complete hatred, but he made no further movements, as if he was waiting for something.
The extreme cold continued to spread, completely freezing half of Tang San's split head, turning it into a hard form like an ice sculpture, preventing its own healing.
The other besiegers also stopped attacking, but they still didn't let up, their energy locking Tang San firmly in the center.
Huo Yutong, who was on the outermost level and controlled the entire battle situation, could overload the Zhou Tianxing Formation that had been firmly locked on Tang San at any time, giving the severely injured and disabled Tang San the final blow.
Seeing Wang Dong not making any move for a long time, Tang San couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Maybe things can take a turn for the better?
Was it Xiao Wu's self-destruction that inspired Wang Dong's desire for parental love?
Perhaps, this is my last hope.
Sure enough, there is no perfect path!
Thinking of this, Tang San pretended to be sad and knelt down on one leg, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and he spoke in a pleading tone:
"Wang Dong... no, Xiaodong! Dong'er! My father was just confused for a moment and did something wrong. You can forgive me this time, okay? Your mother has passed away. Do you want me too?"
Kill me? The Douluo Continent cannot live without me, and the God Realm cannot live without me!"
"Kill you? No, of course I won't kill you."
Wang Dong smiled, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
However, before Tang San could be overjoyed, Wang Dong's next words immediately made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Killing you will dirty my sword. What's more, the sins you have committed can't be repaid with just one death?"
"No, it's not like that. Everything I did was for you, Dong'er!" Tang San begged bitterly, "I just lied to your mother about those words I just said. In fact, you are me.
Real daughter, everything I do is for your development!"
"Your hypocrisy makes me sick."
Wang Dong looked at Tang San with disgust, begging for mercy and acting coquettishly, and sincerely felt that Xiao Wu was not worth it.
What was it about this bitch that she fell in love with back then?
Seeing Wang Dong acting like this, Tang San's heart suddenly thumped.
He opened his mouth again, as if he wanted to say some high-sounding nonsense.
But Wang Dong has no interest in listening to him barking here anymore.
The hand opens and the sword falls.
The extremely sharp Frostmourne slashed down in an instant, cleanly cutting off Tang San's body and splitting it into two.
One half is Tang San, and the other half is also Tang San.
Tang San's soul emerged from the sea of shattered spirits, trying to escape while everyone was "not paying attention".
But what greeted him was the unparalleled blade that fell head-on.
"Are you ready to accept 'eternal' atonement?" Qian Chaoguang said with a sneer.
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