Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

"As for bringing disaster to the entire Douluo Continent? That's utter nonsense!"

Tang San spoke out loudly and passionately, as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.

"Why did Dad spare no effort to expend his divine power to guide the Abyss Plane closer to Douluo Star? Wasn't it all for you!"

"I will devour the Abyss and use its primal power to elevate the level of the Douluo plane, allowing this world to bear even greater power, so that you will have a broader stage in the future!"

"Isn't this a monumental achievement that will benefit future generations?!"

Everything he did, even those actions that were misunderstood and despised by the world, was ultimately motivated by the desire for Tang Wulin's future.

He envisioned a grand blueprint: a Douluo plane elevated to a higher level, a god realm even more powerful, inherited by his own son.

He was willing to bear all the infamy and sins for this goal.
This fatherly love is profound and domineering, even carrying a touch of self-indulgent tragic grandeur.

However, Tang Wulin's betrayal was undoubtedly the cruelest blow to his heart, a heart full of self-sacrifice.

"But what about you, Wu Lin!"

Tang San's voice was choked with emotion and filled with incomprehensible chill.

"You are my own flesh and blood, why do you insist on siding with outsiders to deal with your own father?"

"A few years ago, you still had my divine consciousness, Old Tang, inside you to protect you, but you agreed to let Lu Jun personally expel Dad from your body!"

His words were filled with grievance and incomprehension:
"It has always been me, your father, who has been secretly protecting you and planning your future, not that mysterious Lu Jun!"

"Everything I've done, every single one of it, is for your own good. Why... why do you prefer to believe him rather than your own father?"

"What kind of bewitching potion did Lu Jun give you that made you so unable to distinguish right from wrong, even turning your own flesh and blood against each other?"

Especially when Tang San activated his divine eyes, he clearly saw that a pure and rich power of faith was continuously rising from Tang Wulin's body.

That wasn't directed at his blood father, but rather steadfastly drifted towards Lu Junshi, who had been silently watching from the sidelines.

Tang San's facial muscles were twitching, and his heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles.

His own son doesn't trust him, but instead devotes all his trust and faith to a stranger!
This was a devastating blow to Tang San, who prided himself on his infallible strategies and valued family ties. It was even more unbearable than the blow he had just received.

However, faced with Tang San's desperate explanations and questions, Tang Wulin's face only showed increasingly cold disappointment and determination.

"It's very simple."

Tang Wulin's voice was resolute.

"Because you have never truly treated others as human beings. You only care about your own plans and ambitions, you are full of lies, and under the guise of doing what is good for me, you do only things that benefit yourself!"

He vehemently accused them, unleashing his long-suppressed resentment:

"The Tang Clan you left behind is, in my eyes, nothing more than a complete rogue organization!"

"When I was a child, while I was studying peacefully at Donghai Academy, the Tang Clan members brutally injured our dance teacher and even tried to kidnap us!"

"Later, they went even further and kidnapped my adoptive parents, threatening me with their lives and forcing me to compromise!"

"And you, you always try to hide in the shadows, subtly controlling my life, influencing my thoughts, and making me follow the path you've set. Is this what you call fatherly love? Is this what you call doing it for my own good?!"

Tang Wulin's voice was deafening. He raised the divine power Haotian Hammer high and posed a soul-searching question:
"You don't even care about your own son's feelings, or the people your son cherishes, and you wantonly hurt them. Do you even deserve to call this 'for me'?!"

Caught off guard by this barrage of accusations, Tang San's face flushed red as he tried to force an explanation: "That's because... because Dad wants to give you the best future!"

"Following them, following Lu Jun, you have absolutely no future!"

"They will only hold you back and limit your growth!"

But now—

Tang Wulin abruptly swung his arm, interrupting Tang San's words. His body erupted with a divine-king-level aura of earthy yellow, his imposing presence and voice booming like thunder.

"It's the God-King!!"

These seven short words are filled with unparalleled power and irony.

He used facts to fiercely refute Tang San's theory of "it's for your own good."

Immediately afterward, before Tang San could react, the last trace of hesitation in Tang Wulin's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a madness of sacrificing family for the greater good.

His arm muscles bulged again, and he swung the dark golden divine power Haotian Hammer, imbued with anger at all the injustices and manipulations of the past, deep gratitude to his adoptive parents, and love for the land beneath his feet, at Tang San, at his unfamiliar biological father, once again without hesitation.

"And this hammer blow—"

The hammer whistled, and space collapsed.

"This is my answer to you—"

Power erupted, divine light shone brightly.

"Father!"

"Boom——"

The brilliant energy turbulence had not yet completely subsided, and the valley was filled with the scorching embers and pungent smell of gunpowder from the collision of divine forces.

Tang San forcefully took Tang Wulin's furious hammer blow with all his might on his forehead. The dark golden hammer shadow exploded together with the Shura Blood Light protecting his body. The strand of golden-red divine blood flowing down his forehead did not make him look disheveled. Instead, it seemed to ignite some kind of ferocity that had been dormant for thousands of years.

He slowly raised his hand, wiping the warmth from his forehead with his fingertips, his gaze lowered, staring at the dazzling color at his fingertips.

Those eyes, which once held the vastness of the stars and the sea, were now replaced by pure, icy killing intent. The previous heartache and paternal love had been completely torn apart, revealing a cold, self-centered core within.

"Ah……"

A low, enigmatic laugh escaped Tang San's throat, carrying a chilling undertone that made one's teeth ache.

The Asura Demon Sword in his hand, seemingly formed from endless slaughter and sin, seemed to sense its master's emotions. The sword vibrated and hummed, and the dark red light no longer erupted but flowed out like viscous blood, wrapping around the sword. Wherever it passed, the space emitted a sizzling sound of being corroded.

"Since that's the case, then I won't hold back anymore, Wu Lin. Dad won't blame you. Once Dad corrects your distorted thinking that Lu Jun has brainwashed you, you will truly return to Dad's embrace."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot. It was not teleportation, but a sudden leap at extreme speed, leaving behind a slowly dissipating blood-red afterimage.

The Asura Demon Sword was extended forward smoothly, without any fancy moves, only the purest speed and power concentrated at the tip of the sword.

In an instant, the sword light was not a single beam, but transformed into countless layers, like a blood-red galaxy, or a death tide sweeping across the heavens and earth, carrying a chilling killing intent that could annihilate everything, and mercilessly slammed down towards the area where the seven people were located.

Before the sword even arrived, its chilling intent made everyone's skin sting, and their souls felt as if they were about to be frozen. (End of Chapter)