Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao's Dual Transmigration into the Peerless Dragon King

Tang San's words were passionate and resounding, reflecting his true belief.

If it weren't for his heroic efforts, the God Realm would have been wiped out in the temporal chaos long ago, and there would be no rebirth today.

He believed he had rendered meritorious service to the divine realm and been kind to all living beings, and that no one should scrutinize him with a questioning eye.

However, this time, before Huo Yuhao could speak, Tang Wulin could no longer hold back. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of Tang San, and looked directly at that familiar yet heart-wrenching face.

His chest heaved, his voice trembling uncontrollably, filled with long-suppressed resentment and anger: "For the safety of the God Realm? What about Douluo Continent?"

"You summoned the abyss, plotted your so-called grand plan for millennia, causing rivers of blood and countless deaths across the continent for thousands of years. How do you explain this?!"

The last sentence was almost a scream, a hysterical voice echoing in the square, mixed with undisguised anger and a deep-seated pain.

He was not only angry at Tang San's actions, but also angry that such a cold-blooded person was his own father.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's heart sank.

He thought to himself that he had just realized his plan had gone wrong, and it seemed that the problem was quite serious.

"Brother, how could you think of Father like that?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting the standoff between the two.

Immediately, two figures appeared silently in the square and stood side by side.

The woman who spoke was tall, with striking long pinkish-blue hair.

Among the gods of the new God Realm, apart from Huo Yuhao, everyone else was seeing her for the first time.

But upon hearing the word "brother," he instantly guessed her identity. Wasn't this Tang Wutong, the Dragon Butterfly Douluo from ten thousand years ago?

However, everyone's gaze only swept over her for a moment before quickly focusing on the man beside her.

The reason was simple: the person looked exactly like Huo Yuhao; their face, figure, and features were almost identical, as if they had been carved from the same mold.

However, the two had distinctly different auras. Huo Yuhao stood there, exuding an air of confidence and arrogance, as if he had everything under control.

Although this person appeared calm and composed, there was always a subtle hint of restraint and hesitation in his eyes, as if he was used to being cautious in everything he did.

Huo Yuhao's true identity is no longer a secret in the New God Realm.

Therefore, when the figure with a face exactly like Huo Yuhao appeared in the square, the gods of the New God Realm quickly confirmed the identity of the newcomer after a brief moment of surprise.

This should be Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo from ten thousand years ago, the founder of the Spirit Pagoda, and the one who truly belongs to this world.

However, his current name should be Dai Yuhao.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's expression was calm as still water, his eyes undisturbed, showing no surprise at encountering himself in this world.

Dai Yuhao frowned slightly, carefully examining the person opposite him who looked almost exactly like him. His gaze was scrutinizing and probing, as if trying to discern the differences between the two.

Tang Wulin had no time to pay attention to the subtle exchange between the two "Huo Yuhaos." He looked at his sister, Tang Wutong, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels: "Why do I think that? You should ask him what he's done!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Tang San opposite him, his tone filled with heavy anger and disappointment.

Compared to his blood relative, his father, whom he felt completely unfamiliar with, he felt much closer to the elders and companions who had accompanied him throughout his growth on the Douluo Continent.

Those people are more like his family.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze from Dai Yuhao and turned to Tang San, his tone calm yet carrying an unyielding sharpness: "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. Tang San, what do you have to say about the Abyss?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San frowned, a vague sense of unease rising within him.

In the past, Dai Yuhao would always listen to him and never question him. Now, the familiar face standing opposite him was saying such sharp words, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, he had no time to delve into these details at the moment. The situation was becoming increasingly dire, and he had to focus his attention back on his current predicament.

Seeing Huo Yuhao's calm and confident demeanor, Tang San already understood.

The contingency plans he left behind on Douluo Continent have probably already been eradicated.

He believed that Huo Yuhao must have solid evidence, and that he could not deny it outright.

However, in the blink of an eye, Tang San had already come up with a solution.

His expression darkened slightly, and he spoke calmly, "Indeed, I foresaw the coming of the abyss."

"My original plan was to let the Douluo plane devour the abyss in order to achieve plane advancement."

"In retrospect, although the final result differed somewhat from my plan, the general direction was not off."

His gaze swept across the new divine realm around him, his tone even carrying a hint of self-righteousness: "Judging from this, this place must have been created by absorbing the energy of the Abyss Plane. In the end, the energy of the Abyss was not wasted, and the ending is ultimately good."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but sneer: "This is the new God Realm that I created with my own hands. It has nothing to do with you. Don't talk as if you have made a great contribution."

He stared directly at Tang San, his voice deepening: "You stood by and watched the Abyss invade Douluo Continent. For thousands of years, countless Soul Masters have shed their last drop of blood on the battlefield. This debt... is clearly recorded on your head."

Upon hearing this, Tang San finally understood why the gods of the new God Realm were so hostile towards him.

It seems that this matter is already common knowledge, and everyone already knows the truth.

He didn't refute, but instead raised his voice, with a righteous and sharp edge: "A merciful person cannot command an army, and a righteous person cannot manage finances! To achieve great things, there must always be sacrifices."

"Now that they're enjoying the fruits of victory, they turn around and criticize me? How ridiculous!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao felt a surge of anger.

He had seen Tang San from ten thousand years ago. At that time, although Tang San was shrewd and calculating, he still had a kind and gentle exterior.

But the Tang San in front of us had completely shed his disguise, displaying an air of righteousness and a clear conscience, which only made him more repulsive.

He laughed in anger, his voice turning cold: "The sacrifices of those people could have been avoided."

"They did indeed choose to die willingly, but that 'willingness' was something you forced them to do step by step."

"Don't you feel even a shred of guilt?"

Hearing this barrage of questions, Tang San finally couldn't suppress his anger any longer, his face darkening: "You keep accusing me, do we even know each other? Do we have a grudge?"

He took a step forward, his aura suddenly surging forth, his gaze sharp as a knife, directly confronting Huo Yuhao: "You look so much like my son-in-law Dai Yuhao, who exactly are you?!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao didn't look at him. Instead, his gaze passed over Tang San and landed on Dai Yuhao, who was standing behind him with a furrowed brow. He gave a heavy, cold snort: "Dai Yuhao?"

He ignored Tang San's questioning, instead pointing at Dai Yuhao, his tone sharp and unyielding: "You've even changed your surname back? Have you forgotten the humiliation you suffered in the White Tiger Duke's mansion? Have you forgotten how your mother died? Have you forgotten that Dai Hao doesn't remember you and your mother at all?!"

A barrage of questions rained down on Dai Yuhao, making his brows furrow even more deeply.

He stared at the face opposite him, a face identical to his own, filled with rage, and wondered to himself why the other person was so angry and how they knew so much about his past.

Out of patience with the face that resembled his own, Dai Yuhao finally spoke up and explained, "Those were all misunderstandings, and they've been cleared up now."

"My father-in-law saved my mother, and now both my parents are in the realm of gods, and all is well."

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