Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 555 Dog bites dog

Tang San was pinned to the cold floor of the temporary prison cell by the priests who had once treated him with utmost respect. His cheek was pressed against the rough floor tiles as he watched helplessly as Xiao Wu curled up in pain not far away.

"Destruction!" Tang San roared, struggling. "You can't even tolerate an unborn child?!"

A purplish-black lightning bolt exploded in the cramped cell, the blinding flash grazing Tang San's cheek. Amidst the flying debris, a bloody gash appeared on Tang San's cheek, blood seeping from the charred wound.

"What nonsense are you spouting? If I can't even tolerate a child, then what is your daughter?" The God of Destruction sneered. "Of the souls you tore apart, one tried to lock away the chosen one of this plane, but where did the other go?"

The God of Destruction waved his hand, and the projection of the Divine Realm's central hub unfolded in the prison cell, weaving together an unalterable truth. The scene clearly showed Tang San tearing Tang Xiaoqi's soul apart and sending her to the lower realm, until they encountered the Emperor Beast in human form during the Shrek Academy's freshman assessment. At that moment, a fragment of the torn soul suddenly fluctuated violently, attempting to corrupt the beast's power of destiny. At least from the God of Destruction's perspective, that soul fragment was indeed a tainted object.

"It's fake! It's all fake!" Xiao Wu covered her ears and shook her head frantically. "God of Destruction, why did you frame Third Brother like this?!"

Clutching her stomach, she stumbled towards the projection, yelling, "Get it away! Get these filthy things away!"

Tang San struggled to raise his head under the pressure of the priest, a look of grief and indignation suddenly appearing on his face: "Destruction, you know Xiao Wu is pregnant, yet you show this to a mother. Don't you feel it's an insult to your status as a God King?"

The lightning surrounding the God of Destruction froze for a moment. Xiao Wu, as if grasping at a straw, cried out hysterically, "You want to kill my child! Just like you did to Xiao Qi!"

This is utter nonsense! The God of Destruction has never seen such a shameless rabbit!
After all that happened, his children didn't just beat Wang Dong to death; they raised her, personally teaching her swordsmanship and soul guidance techniques. Putting everything else aside, just take swordsmanship—it was the swordsmanship personally passed down from the first Asura God, not the Asura Slash that a half-baked Asura God like Tang San used for basic attacks!

It takes the Three Realms Judgment Sword, which combines the power of five great god-kings, to slay the Golden Dragon King. It's trash!

If he were the first generation of Asura God, he wouldn't have been so pathetic as to be chased and beaten by the Golden Dragon King in front of all the gods, would he?

Putting aside the skills that allow her to make a living, where did Wang Dong get her pure Light Dragon bloodline? Who repaired her soul? Damn it! He's the God of Destruction. They say everyone has their own expertise, and this isn't his job, but he did it anyway!
And who was it that reshaped Wang Dong's divine body and elevated her to godhood? Wasn't it him who destroyed her?
Tang San lowered his head, his face ashen. He knew better than anyone that Wang Dong's current strength far exceeded his original plans and calculations. That daughter, who was supposed to be a pawn, had now become the new god of the destroying faction.

"Back then, when you split Tang Xiaoqi's soul in two, you probably never imagined that it was precisely this incompleteness that allowed her to adapt to my divine power so quickly. Speaking of which, you should thank us; the dragon bloodline you painstakingly sought was given to my child without hesitation." The God of Destruction stared down at Tang San, this hypocrite probably never understanding why the pawn he had carefully arranged would ultimately jump off the chessboard and become the hunter that hunted him down.

"Destruction, how could you be so despicable! I never thought you would threaten a mother with her child!" Tang San looked at Xiao Wu with sorrowful eyes, as if he were the victim himself. "Xiao Wu is pregnant now. What are you trying to do by making her hear these words?"

"I'm despicable?" The God of Destruction pointed at himself. "You stole Huo Yuhao's mother's soul and used her to threaten your child. How noble do you think you are!"

Tang San sneered, "Destruction, our ideologies differ, but why twist my good intentions? When I observed the lower realm, I discovered Huo Yuhao's talent was considerable, and I wanted to groom him to inherit the Sea God's position. Having Mu Bai and the others guide his mother was merely to ensure that the child..."

He's really still blaming the dead! The God of Destruction was almost laughing in anger, "When you were observing the lower realms, you could discover that a child with innate soul power level one had the potential to become a god, but you couldn't even come and tell me that my child has been trapped in the Douluo Plane for over four thousand years?"

Xiao Wu's pale face flushed with a sickly red, and she retorted sharply, "Destruction, stop spouting nonsense! Third Brother's act of guiding Huo Yun'er's soul was an honor for Huo Yuhao! Third Brother originally intended to pass the Sea God's position to Huo Yuhao. Being chosen by Third Brother to inherit the Sea God's position is that kid's good fortune! What's wrong with bringing his mother to the God Realm ahead of time?"

Tang San's expression froze instantly. He never expected Xiao Wu to say such a thing in a moment of desperation. Wasn't this tantamount to admitting in public that he had privately interfered with the lower realm and even pre-arranged the succession of the gods?
The God of Destruction laughed, but this time not out of anger, but because Xiao Wu's reckless and foolish behavior made him laugh.

However, considering that this silly rabbit had set traps for Tang San before, everything makes sense again.

Hearing the God of Destruction's laughter and seeing Tang San's ashen face, Xiao Wu realized she had spoken out of turn. She clutched her stomach and staggered back, her abdomen throbbing with pain, clearly indicating that the fetus had also sensed the danger.

The God of Destruction's cold gaze swept over Xiao Wu's swollen belly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "He's really hard to kill, isn't he? If he were to be born, what would his martial spirit be? A rabbit? Or a weed? Just like you guys."

"God of Destruction! Kill that bastard!" Ning Rongrong suddenly lunged from the next cell to the bars. The Nine-Colored Goddess's magnificent robes were already in disarray. She screamed hysterically, "They just want to use this bastard to gain the sympathy of the gods!"

Oscar hugged Ning Rongrong tightly from behind, his face filled with exhaustion and pain. He didn't speak. They had done so much for Tang San, only to be betrayed by Tang San and Xiao Wu in return. Ning Rongrong's current madness was understandable.

Ma Hongjun stood in another cell, looking through the bars at his former comrades who had shared life and death with him, and finally just sighed heavily.

"Back at Jialing Pass, when Bibi Dong crushed Tang San's heart, who risked their lives to protect his body? It was our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's two Guardian Douluos!" Ning Rongrong's voice suddenly became unusually sharp. "And who used the Resurrection Divine Light to bring him back to life? It was me and Xiao Ao! And this is how they treat us now?!"

Xiao Wu's body trembled violently. Seeing this, Tang San couldn't help but shout angrily, "Rongrong! Have you gone mad?!"

The God of Destruction coldly watched this farce, "Want to see your daughter?"

Xiao Wu suddenly covered her ears and screamed hysterically, "Shut up! She's not Xiao Qi! Xiao Qi died a long time ago! Third Brother said that her soul was corrupted by evil spirits!"

This is absurd! Although Wang Dong and Tang Xiaoqi are indeed two completely different species, but… this rabbit isn't necessarily love-struck; she's just brainless. The God of Destruction thought coldly. She believes everything Tang San says, even heartlessly denying her own daughter. Sure enough, anything associated with Tang San is abnormal—this rabbit is like that, and so is Huo Yun'er!

The God of Destruction coldly surveyed the prisoners, deciding that wasting any more time there was pointless. He turned to face Ma Hongjun's cell, his voice calm yet authoritative: "Prepare yourself. After completing the divine inheritance, you will be free."

Ma Hongjun seemed to awaken suddenly from a long dream, raising his head blankly. The cell door had already been opened by the priests, and two priests were standing at the door waiting for him to come out. He did not resist, nor did he say much; he simply stood up silently and obediently walked out of the cell.

Oscar abruptly stood up in the next cell, gripping the bars tightly with both hands. From their previous conversation, he understood that once Ma Hongjun inherited the divine position, he would face annihilation of both soul and body. He instinctively wanted to rush out to stop him, but Ning Rongrong held him tightly from behind.

“Little Oscar…” Ning Rongrong’s voice was hoarse and weary. She shook her head, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness. Oscar then realized that they too were now guilty and could barely protect themselves, so how could they possibly save others?
As Ma Hongjun passed their cells, he paused slightly. He turned to look at his former comrades-in-arms, a familiar, roguish smile forcing a response, just like back in Shrek Academy. But this time, the smile lacked its former arrogance, replaced only by endless weariness and resignation.

"Farewell," Ma Hongjun said softly, then turned and followed the priest away without looking back. His figure gradually blurred in the long corridor.

Oscar gripped the cell bars tightly, watching Ma Hongjun's departing figure, his throat feeling as if something was choking him.

Since his eternal separation from Bai Chenxiang, the once spirited and fiery phoenix has lived a life of mere existence, like a walking corpse. He only forces himself to continue holding the position of Phoenix God like a puppet, solely to repay Tang San's kindness in recognizing his talent.

Ning Rongrong suddenly broke free from Oscar's embrace and rushed to the prison door like a madwoman, unleashing a new round of curses at Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's curses, Xiao Wu's pale face instantly contorted with rage. She forced herself to stand, her abdomen throbbing with pain as her emotions churned, and retorted sharply, "Ning Rongrong, you're the ungrateful wretch!" She glared at Ning Rongrong in the next cell, her eyes filled with resentment, "Without the Qiluo Tulip your third brother gave you, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would never evolve into a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in this lifetime! With your meager talent, you'd never even break through to the Soul Douluo level before you die!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, her lips trembled as she tried to retort, but Xiao Wu's barrage of accusations silenced her.

"And your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!" Xiao Wu sneered, "Without the hidden weapons given by Third Brother, your sect would have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall long ago! How could there be the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School now?"

She turned to Oscar, her eyes full of mockery, "Oscar, do you think the God of Food would take a liking to you? If it weren't for the immortal herb that Third Brother gave you to modify your physique, allowing you to increase your soul power by eight levels at once, you, a food-type soul master, would never have been able to break through to the Title Douluo level in this lifetime!"

Oscar clenched his fists, let out a cold laugh, and his usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now filled with nothing but mockery.

"A magical herb? Xiao Wu, do you really think I became a god entirely because of that eight-petaled fairy orchid?"

“I knew this when I was taking the God of Food test,” Oscar’s voice was eerily calm. “With my innate talent of full soul power, as long as I break through to the Title Douluo realm, the God of Food will naturally bestow his inheritance. Tang San’s immortal herb is just a way to save me a few years of struggle.”

"That's right, even without you, Xiao Ao was destined to become a god! And what about you?" Ning Rongrong's gaze swept over Xiao Wu's swollen belly, then looked at Tang San, who was bound by chains. Her voice was filled with piercing hatred. "You've fallen to this state because of your insatiable greed and your delusion of controlling the entire God Realm! Tang San, you're even willing to sacrifice your own daughter! You are no longer the Tang San and Xiao Wu who fought alongside us!"

Xiao Wu instinctively looked at Tang San, only to find that her husband's eyes were terrifyingly sinister, and he no longer had any of his refined demeanor.

Oscar continued, "The former God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess were originally a divine couple. Even without Tang San's immortal herbs, as long as I obtain the God of Food's divine test, the power brought by the test may be enough to help Rongrong solve her martial soul defect problem."

"Tang San, don't you want to see your daughter?" After watching this dog-eat-dog farce, the God of Destruction repeated his question.

Tang San suddenly looked up, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Destruction, what else do you want to do?" But his voice couldn't hide the trace of guilt and fear.

Tang Wutong... no, she should be called Wang Dong now.

Tang San's mind was filled with the image of Wang Dong's stubbornness. He had personally torn her soul apart, destroyed her Clear Sky Hammer spirit, and even nearly ruined her Light Goddess Butterfly spirit. She was supposed to be his perfect pawn, but now…

How much does she hate me now? No! What right does she have to hate me? He roared inwardly, "I gave her life, I bestowed upon her talent! Without me, she wouldn't even have the chance to be born!"

But just as this thought surfaced, another, even more irritating realization followed: Wang Dong's dragon bloodline and destructive power had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Wang Dong's growth has long exceeded his control and expectations. She is no longer the little girl who can only depend on his plans, but a new deity whose strength far surpasses that of the original Butterfly God.

The God of Destruction smirked meaningfully: "It's alright, you'll see her soon."

Tang San and Xiao Wu were both stunned, unable to grasp the meaning of those words for a moment. Wang Dong was clearly still in the lower realm, so what did the God of Destruction mean by that?
Suddenly, Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. His half-body! The clone that carried the power of the Asura God was currently in the lower realm! If Wang Dong encountered him…

(End of this chapter)