Those were eyes filled with bloodshot veins and murderous intent.
Yet, against the backdrop of his battered body, they appeared utterly powerless—like a crippled old dog, devoid of any intimidation.
"Huo Yu'er, Tang Ya."
Tang Wulin ground his teeth as he stared at the two stunning beauties before him.
At this moment, Tang Wulin admitted it—he had lost completely. He was no match for Huo Yu'er, nor Tang Ya.
But this didn't justify their humiliating treatment of him.
He was Tang Wulin, the son of Tang San—the noblest being born into this world!
Even now, Tang Wulin refused to believe that the two women would kill him. Otherwise, they wouldn't have merely humiliated him. After all, in his eyes, both women were stronger than him—if they truly wanted him dead, they would have killed him long ago.
"State your conditions," Tang Wulin growled, struggling to sit up and regain some semblance of dignity.
However, he failed to notice the Tiger God and Butterfly God behind him looking at him as if he were a fool, wanting to tell their clueless leader that they had already been sentenced to death by the enemy!
Huo Yu'er didn't respond, nor did the others. They simply rose into the air, each taking a position in the sky.
Seeing this, Tang Wulin assumed they didn't even want to negotiate and were merely here to beat him down. His resentment grew fiercer.
But when Huo Yu'er and the six other women linked their divine powers together, releasing energy fluctuations far beyond their current levels, Tang Wulin realized something was amiss.
Still, he defiantly shouted:
"Huo Yu'er, what are you planning to do?!"
At this moment, a hand gently rested on Tang Wulin's shoulder.
Though Da Ming and Er Ming had suffered crushing defeats, Da Ming's Serpent God position contained the bloodline of the Eight-Headed Serpent, granting him recovery abilities far surpassing ordinary gods. This allowed him to move freely at this moment.
"Wulin, stop talking. Those seven intend to kill us completely."
Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin instantly panicked! Without a doubt, he trusted Da Ming, who had doted on him since childhood, and blurted out:
"What!? How dare they? Do they not know my father is the God King of the God Realm? Won't they fear my father exacting revenge on them after they ascend to the God Realm?"
Da Ming sighed softly. Tang Wulin had come to Douluo Continent at such a young age that he had never deeply understood the laws of the God Realm—or rather, his descent to the mortal realm had itself been an illegal operation.
When Tang Wulin learned from Da Ming that the gods in the God Realm were forbidden from killing one another—even God Kings—his expression twisted further.
But soon, as disbelief receded like a retreating tide, Tang Wulin finally realized that Huo Yu'er and the others truly intended to kill him!
Between life and death lies great terror. Tang Wulin finally succumbed to panic.
At this moment, his mind raced furiously, seeking even the slightest chance of survival.
Suddenly, inspiration struck, and Tang Wulin shouted toward Huo Yu'er in the sky:
"Huo Yu'er! Spare my life, and I'll agree to anything you ask!
My father is the God King of the God Realm. You may not understand now, but among the hundreds of gods in the God Realm, only five hold such status! Though he cannot kill you in the God Realm, don't you fear my father making things difficult for you?
Think carefully! Don't act rashly!
Even if you kill me, my father will surely avenge me in the future!"
By now, the once-violent fluctuations of divine energy had calmed. Surrounded by the other six women, Huo Yu'er stood at the center, holding her Voidbright Sword downward.
In the final moments before her strike, Huo Yu'er spoke: "Tang Wulin, you remain as arrogant as ever.
What makes you think I'm unfamiliar with the God Realm?
But none of that matters now. Under this attack, you will vanish completely, becoming the foundation of this world.
Divine Position Fusion Technique – Judgment of the Elements!!!"
With those words, Huo Yu'er thrust her inverted Voidbright Sword downward.
In an instant, a pillar of light, blending seven colors, descended from the heavens, as though an ultimate divine sword was delivering celestial punishment below!
Below, Tang Wulin's eyes bulged with despair. This technique undeniably reached the pinnacle of Tier-1 god-level power—even at his peak, he couldn't withstand it!
In his final moments, Tang Wulin was consumed by regret.
"Father, you've misled me—"
At this moment, the world seemed to lose all color, leaving only black-and-white lines—the most primal essence of existence—as if everything had returned to nothingness.
As fans of Douluo know, the Sea God is the strongest Tier-1 god. But how could a lone fighter hope to stand against a group?
Especially when the opponents were the ancient Seven Elemental Gods, who had concealed their true strength for years.
Though the Sea God could contend with a God King through his self-developed Thirteen Techniques of the Sea God and the super divine artifact, the Sea God Trident, how could he possibly withstand the combined might of seven top-tier Tier-1 gods?
Thus, the fate of the Sea God Alliance, which relied solely on the Sea God, was sealed from the very beginning of their battle against the inheritors of the Seven Elemental Gods.
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In the God Realm, Xiao Wu sat alone in the Asura Shrine, silently grieving. She was merely the scabbard of the Asura God—a vessel for the Asura God's position and divine artifact. Having lost her divine position, she, as an ordinary Divine Official, no longer had the right to enter the God Council.
Now, Xiao Wu had lost her closest friends, former companions, and even Da Ming and Er Ming were no longer by her side, leaving her feeling exceptionally bored.
But in this boredom, Xiao Wu suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dread—a deep, unshakable panic spreading through her heart.
"What… what is this feeling? Why does it hurt so much?"
Xiao Wu frowned, unable to comprehend the source of this sensation. Accustomed to being a tool, she naturally sought out Tang San whenever she had questions. She wanted to find Tang San.
Perhaps only by his side could she find peace.
Would she be expelled from the God Council for trespassing without a divine position? Xiao Wu wasn't worried. After all, she was the wife of a God King—they wouldn't disrespect her entirely.
But fate seemed to mock Xiao Wu. As she entered the God Council, she saw the screen displaying Tang Wulin, his face filled with despair as he faced his final moments.
Years had passed, and Tang Wulin was no longer the child he once was.
But as Tang Wulin vanished completely, Xiao Wu's panic subsided, leaving only an empty ache in her chest—as though she had lost something irreplaceably important.
Instinctively, she sought comfort, but when she looked at Tang San, his expression was dark, and a foreboding feeling arose within her.
"Brother San," Xiao Wu said woodenly.
Only then did the gods notice the arrival of the God King's wife, many wearing expressions of interest.
Seeing Xiao Wu, Tang San's expression darkened further.
But Xiao Wu paid no heed to any of this. Like a mechanical doll, she slowly approached Tang San and pointed at the screen, asking:
"Brother San, who was that little guy who just got killed on the screen? Do you know him? Why do I feel so terrible about his death?"
The usually pure and aloof Tang San had no intention of airing his family's dirty laundry. Even though the gods present knew the boy was his son, he didn't wish to discuss the matter publicly.
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