Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 537 Tang San Descends to the Mortal Realm! The Final Battle! A Beam of Light Destroys the Clear Sky Hammer (Extra Chapter)
Tang Wutong arrived at the Lake of Life.

At a glance, he spotted Huo Yuhao sitting by the lake, and the white-robed youth leaning against a treetop drinking wine.

She looked away.

She dared not utter another word about Li Zhexian.

Because Huo Yuhao would really kill her for "Immortal Brother".

Tang Wutong took a deep breath and said:

"Yuhao, I'm here."

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes.

Those eyes, as deep as the night sky, made Tang Wutong dare not meet their gaze.

“I know you have a soul skill that can summon your father to the mortal realm.”

His eyes were fixed on the sky, where countless shooting stars streaked across the heavens.

"Make your father face me."

Tang Wutong's chest heaved violently a few times.

No one had ever dared to speak to her father like that before.

His hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Tang Wutong stepped forward and said:

"Yuhao, you don't need to be so hostile towards me and my father..."

Huo Yuhao didn't want to waste any more words with her.

He looked up at the clear, mirror-like sky.

The stars in the sky revolved according to his will, and as their light gathered, they formed a picture.

on the screen.

A boy from humble beginnings struggles to rise above his circumstances, believing he has encountered the love of his life, and gives his all for it, teetering on the brink of death several times.

Unexpectedly.

He was repeatedly manipulated by the other party's father, who was high above him, under the guise of testing him, and his sincerity and dignity were played with in the palm of his hand.

On the mainland.

Countless people looked up at the past reflected in the celestial mirror and felt that the young man had lived a life of excessive sorrow and indignation.

The spirit of youth is a precious and irreplaceable quality.

Such repeated teasing and grinding gradually wore down the sharpness and brilliance of the unpolished jade into cautious dust.

If you truly look down on someone, or are arrogant about your social standing and feel that no one in the world is good enough for you, you can simply refuse them outright.

They insist on putting on a "test" act to do deceitful things.

This is hardly a test.

This is clearly bullying!
Moon's eyes widened in anger, his chest heaving with rage.

He knew that Huo Yuhao had glimpsed the future.

and so.

This is something that will happen in the future without intervention.

"I only regret that I lack the strength to bully Yuhao like this, daring to call myself a god!"

Shrek Academy does indeed have a deep connection with Tang San.

But that was ten thousand years ago.

now.

Huo Yuhao treated him like a father, and he regarded Huo Yuhao as a son.

He, Mu En, was quite clear about the relative importance and closeness of relationships.

"No wonder Huo Yuhao ended up fighting Tang San!"

Poison cannot kill him; he glares coldly.

"If I were Huo Yuhao, with my current strength, I would also try to reach the heavens!"

Looking at the light and shadow, the boy was once again being bullied and trampled on by his father.

Tang Wutong's pretty face turned pale, and she quickly said:
"Yuhao, I... my father would never do that to you!"

"You...you're perfectly fine now, aren't you?"

"None of this happened!"

Huo Yuhao calmly said:

"If things had followed the predetermined path, this would have been my fate."

"Fortunately, I was favored by the immortal brother and given a second chance at life, where I lived a brand new life."

"Tang Wutong, there's no point in saying more. Let your father descend to the mortal realm."

Looking at Huo Yuhao's indifferent expression.

Tang Wutong knew.

There is no possibility of a turnaround.

"Yuhao, you've been... blinded."

Her eyes were brimming with tears, her heart filled with confusion and inexplicable anger.

“I know you are strong now, but you are no match for my father.”

“You have no idea of ​​the difference between humans and gods, especially since my father is the king of gods.”

boom!
Tang Wutong suddenly clenched her slender hand.

A massive, jet-black hammer materialized in his palm.

A heavy, mountain-like aura emanated from her, her blue hair danced wildly in the wind, and her Haotian Hammer pointed directly at Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao, if you want me to summon my father, you'll have to see your strength first."

The words still echoed in the air. Suddenly, two hazy beams of light shot out from Huo Yuhao's eyes and landed on the Haotian Hammer in Tang Wutong's hand.

Clang!
In the void.

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The Haotian Hammer shattered instantly.

Fragments of Haotian scratched Tang Wutong's delicate face, causing her to fly hundreds of meters away before crashing heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

Tang Wutong's face turned deathly pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression one of horror and disorientation.

She knew she was no match for Huo Yuhao.

But I didn't expect it.

The difference is so huge.

A single ray of light shattered her Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit.

Tang Wutong staggered to her feet, only to feel a blur before her eyes.

Huo Yuhao stood three feet in front of her, his eyes cold and looking down at her.

"Even fireflies want to rival the moon's brilliance. I don't want to repeat the story of your father descending to the mortal realm."

“Yuhao, even if you resent my father for testing you, you shouldn’t treat me like this, I…”

"Shut up."

Huo Yuhao interrupted.

“You are Tang San’s daughter. If you had ever done anything, even just once, to stop your father from doing what he was doing, I wouldn’t be so disappointed.”

"Don't say you don't know. You should know better than anyone what kind of person your father is."

"In the end, you acknowledge from the bottom of your heart the test your father put me through."

"It's just a way to highlight your noble birth, to make me understand..."

"To have won your favor is the luck that I, Huo Yuhao, have accumulated over several lifetimes."

"Your favor towards me, Tang Wutong, is a favor from your Tang family, father and daughter."

Huo Yuhao moved forward step by step.

Tang Wutong was in tears, murmuring "No, no" as she backed away step by step.

"That's all."

"There is nothing more to say between us."

Huo Yuhao extended his palm to Tang Wutong, his palm radiating a vast surge of soul power.

Tang Wutong felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and had no choice but to summon her martial spirit to resist.

The Goddess of Light Butterfly.

Nine spirit rings rose up one after another.

Huo Yuhao's lips curled up.

He threw a punch at Tang Wutong's ninth spirit ring.

Boom boom boom!

Like a thunderous roar.

This space suddenly cracked open, like a shattered mirror, with cracks spreading wildly for thousands of meters in radius.

"Ninth Soul Skill - Descent of the Sea God!"

Tang Wutong subconsciously activated her ninth soul skill.

A deep, inky black beam of light shot into the sky.

The heavens seemed to groan in despair, unable to bear the weight any longer.

Top of the beam of light.

The void cracked like pieces of glass.

From deep within the crack.

Endless golden light surged forth, instantly staining the entire night sky.

The golden light was not warm, but rather carried an aura of majesty.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gazes of billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent.

Deep within the cracked sky.

A colossal, unimaginably large golden staircase slowly emerged.

The three thousand steps, radiating endless divine light, each comparable to a mountain, descended vertically from the heavens, reaching directly in front of Tang Wutong.

Both sides of the stairs.

Surrounded by swirling nebulae and howling chains of law, the vast divine power, like a tangible tide, silenced all living beings.

The moment the celestial ladder completely solidified.

Boom!
A booming sound, like the sound of a divine drum, resounded from the top of the stairs.

The golden light shines brightest at the top of the stairs.

A figure slowly emerged.

He was clad in a divine king's battle armor woven with sea god's blue and gold patterns and Asura's blood patterns, and held a golden trident that could cleave the ocean. His indifferent gaze fell down, regarding all things in the mortal world as mere ants.

The divine sound was vast and boundless.

Its echo resounded throughout every corner of the Douluo Continent.

"Huo Yuhao, are you ready to face the wrath of the God King?"

(End of this chapter)