Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 120, Section 137: Master, you're back.

The Rakshasa God arrived at the place where she had a secret rendezvous with the Asura God.

"Shura, what do you want with me?" Rakshasa asked.

"How's the matter I asked you to handle going? Has something gone wrong?" the Asura God asked with a gloomy expression.

"This," the Rakshasa God's eyes darted around uncertainly.

"explain--"

"There was indeed a small mishap. That bitch Angel God discovered that I had sent a successor of the Rakshasa God into her Spirit Hall, so she intervened and broke my influence over the successor and the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

Before Rakshasa could speak, Asura God slapped him to the ground.

"You...you actually hit me!" Rakshasa God said, covering his face with a wronged expression.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Shura said angrily.

"I...I just didn't want to disappoint you, Shura," said the Rakshasa God.

"Do you know that the Angel God attacked me, the God King, at the Divine Realm Conference today?" Shura said angrily. "If I had known earlier that there would be an unexpected turn of events in your plan and that the Angel God would have discovered it, then at least I wouldn't have been caught off guard in today's situation. Rakshasa God, you piece of trash, it's all your fault."

"Shura, I had no idea that such a thing would happen." Although Rakshasa did not attend the meeting of the gods, she could deduce the general outline of the matter from the whispers of the gods she had come into contact with.

She just never expected that the angel god, that bitch, would be so audacious as to sue the god of asura, and actually succeed.

Thinking of the Asura God's greatly diminished prestige, his fig leaf torn in a corner, the Rakshasa God secretly rejoiced, but she still pretended to say, "So what should we do next?"

The Asura God said, "Since there has been a change on the Spirit Hall side, then Rakshasa God, find me another successor to wreak havoc on the Douluo Continent, to prove the Spirit Hall's weakness to the world, and then have the Great Treasure eliminate him, thus replacing the Spirit Hall's faith."

The Rakshasa God said, "Yes."

The Asura God said earnestly, "Rakshasa, I am currently under the surveillance of the God Realm Committee and it is inconvenient for me to take action against the lower realms. I will have to entrust the Great Treasure to you. Don't worry, after the Great Treasure ascends to the God Realm, I will take you to travel the universe."

Slap them once, then draw them a big pie – this is the trick that the Asura God always uses against the Rakshasa God.

"Really, Shura giegie?" Rakshasa God feigned anticipation.

"of course."

After returning, the Asura God sat on the Asura Throne and carefully reviewed the reasons for his defeat.

The core reason is that the useless Rakshasa God was discovered by the Angel God, who then sought revenge against him through other god-kings.

But the root of all the problems lies with Tang Hao, that good-for-nothing.

His actions in helping Tang Hao have already deeply intertwined with Tang Hao, this good-for-nothing.

Looking at what Tang Hao has done, which one is respectable? In order to compete for the mating rights of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, he harmed his own brother, and later even killed his fellow disciples and elders. Even his father died under his Clear Sky Hammer.

Before this incident, Shura didn't care about it, but after it happened, Shura felt extremely aggrieved.

If Tang Hao's actions had been even slightly more acceptable, the God of Asura could at least have said that Tang Hao was his chosen successor, instead of feeling so aggrieved.

"Tang Hao." The God of Asura hated Tang Hao to death at this moment, but there was nothing he could do. He had already made his choice, and he could only grit his teeth and continue on.

He activated his divine vision to check on Tang Hao's situation, and what he saw shocked him— "Tang Hao, you piece of trash, what are you doing causing trouble again? Don't you know your own limitations?" The Asura God was furious.

The Asura God no longer allows interference in the lower realms. Fortunately, he hasn't taken back the divine power from Tang Hao yet. Taking back the divine power is a necessary process, and he can use this process to remind that good-for-nothing Tang Hao to take it easy.

Tang Hao, carrying the Clear Sky Hammer, walked cautiously through the dark corridor. Finally, he arrived at the end of the corridor, at a tightly closed door, through which light shone in from the outside.

Tang Hao stroked the door, then pushed it open, revealing a familiar environment—the council hall of the Haotian Sect.

At this moment, his heart was filled with nostalgia and doubt. He had not returned for decades, but why was he here?

He cautiously stepped inside. In front of him stood a row of people with their backs to him, each one a familiar figure to Tang Hao.

When they realized they had arrived, they all turned to look at Tang Hao. Tang Hao recognized them as a group of elders from the Haotian Sect.

Tang Qi, Tang Zhe, Tang Po, Tang Mie, Tang Ba, Tang Kai.

Tang Hao panicked. His gaze darted between them, but they stared at him expressionlessly. Tang Hao couldn't help but feel the air in the hall grow colder.

Is this...is this real?
Tang Hao, with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, walked around these people step by step with his bowed legs. He looked at the elders, and the elders' gazes followed him as he walked.

Finally, Tang Hao walked to the center of the hall. He saw two people in the council chamber. A familiar figure had his back to him, and next to him, the unharmed Tang Xiao sat there, looking at him with a mocking expression.

The man slowly turned his head, his eyes wide with rage as he stared at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Upon recognizing the person, Tang Hao was so shocked that his mouth gaped open, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand unknowingly fell to the ground.

That person was none other than Tang Chen, the former sect leader of the Haotian Sect, a level 99 Limit Douluo, invincible on land, and the Grand Elder of the Eternal God.

Tang Hao was so horrified that he knelt down on both knees. Two disciples of the Clear Sky Hammer stepped out from the two rows of people and immediately pressed down on Tang Hao's shoulders. At this moment, Tang Hao was already scared out of his wits by Tang Chen.

"Master, you're back."

"Master, aren't you in the Forbidden Land of Gods?"

Tang Chen did not answer Tang Hao. His killing intent was palpable as he walked towards Tang Hao step by step, each step bringing Tang Hao a great sense of pressure.

"Master," Tang Hao said, his heart pounding as he watched Tang Chen get closer and closer.

With a casual grab, Tang Chen held the blood-red Haotian Hammer in his hand and raised it high.

Tang Hao's gaze followed the giant hammer, and his will to survive made him repeatedly beg for mercy:

"Grandpa, please spare me, please spare me!"

Tang Chen swung the hammer down.

"Grandpa, forgive me, I didn't mean it, forgive me, it's not my fault." Tang Hao woke up from his dream with a start. He sat up and looked around.

What came into view was a ceiling covered with cobwebs and cracks. Beneath her was a bed made of straw. Her son, Tang San, had just drunk goat milk and fallen asleep. Next to the bed were several bottles of cheap ale that she had left over from yesterday.

A nightmare left Tang Hao drenched in sweat.

(End of this chapter)