Douluo Continent: A Distorted Time and Space, Taking Tang Wutong to Fight Tang San

Su Ling remained completely still.

He remained unfazed and continued to expose the truth.

"This great demon personally destroyed the City of Slaughter in order to achieve godhood."

"They call it purifying evil, but what's the result?"

"Countless thugs and evil spirit masters escaped and wreaked havoc on the continent, causing immense suffering and death."

His words stirred up Qian Daoliu's memories.

The City of Slaughter, a place that even the Spirit Hall found troublesome, was destroyed like this?

Qian Daoliu's heart sank.

"And this was only the beginning of his sins."

Su Ling's voice turned cold, tinged with hatred.

"The entire Spirit Hall was ultimately destroyed by him after he became a god, on trumped-up charges!"

"On the surface, he appears upright and honest, but behind the scenes, he doesn't even spare his own wife... forcing her, a soul beast, to sacrifice herself for him..."

At this point, Su Ling turned her gaze to Qian Renxue, who was standing to the side.

He suddenly took a step.

Under Qian Daoliu's sharp gaze, he took her fair hand in his.

Qian Renxue froze.

The boy's palms were icy cold, yet they carried an irresistible force.

He was very close, his handsome face almost touching.

Those deep golden eyes were filled with sorrow.

Even you, young master…

Su Ling's voice lowered, filled with pain.

"In the future, I will also be deceived emotionally by that hypocritical man and used by him."

"In the end... his divine position shattered, the Spirit Hall destroyed, and in the despair of witnessing his mother being killed by his own hands..."

These words struck Qian Renxue like a thunderclap.

My divine status has been shattered?

Will the Spirit Hall be destroyed?

Mother... Will Bibi Dong be killed by that man?

She recalled that blurry yet heartbreaking scene reflected in the long river of time.

He fell from the clouds, his wings broken, cradling a dying creature in his arms...

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

Qian Renxue's delicate body swayed slightly, her face as pale as paper.

She forgot to pull her hand away and stared blankly at Su Ling.

Her purple eyes were misty with tears, filled with panic and vulnerability.

"Grandpa..." Her voice trembled as she looked at Qian Daoliu, "What he said... just now in the long river, I think... I really saw it..."

Qian Daoliu's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He couldn't completely trust Su Ling's words, but the descriptions were too detailed.

Especially considering the fates of Xiaoxue and Bibi Dong... he couldn't help but be alarmed.

What alarmed him even more was that, with his Limit Douluo mental power, he couldn't detect the slightest sign of lying in Su Ling!

Either what he said was true, or this boy's soul cultivation has reached a state of perfection!

It has reached a point where even I can't see through it anymore.

"tell me,"

Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, "Who... exactly is that person?"

Su Ling did not answer immediately.

He twitched his fingertips slightly and gently squeezed Qian Renxue's cold palm.

His gaze carefully examined the girl's face, which was so close to his.

His warm and hospitable heart stirred slightly at that moment.

Such a pure and powerful soul of light, if it could be introduced into the banner... it would surely be an excellent material for advancement.

However, the thought vanished in an instant.

Now is not the time.

Qian Renxue's mind was further disturbed by his intimate actions and focused gaze.

She lowered her eyelids, her ears turned red, and her fingers unconsciously twirled the ends of her bright golden hair.

After Su Ling absorbed a portion of the power of destiny.

His affability has also increased considerably.

Even a proud woman like Qian Renxue couldn't resist at this moment.

"Su Ling!"

Tang Wutong couldn't stand it anymore.

A sharp, sour feeling rushed to my heart.

She strode forward, forcefully pried Su Ling's hand off Qian Renxue's, and squeezed between the two.

With puffed-out cheeks and big eyes, she stared at Su Ling.

"Just talk, why are you hitting me!" she shouted angrily, her voice tinged with jealousy.

Su Ling frowned slightly as she was interrupted.

He ignored Tang Wutong and turned his gaze back to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu had already pulled his granddaughter back behind him and was scrutinizing Su Ling.

The more he looked, the more he felt that his little cabbage shouldn't be taken by this pig!

"Because of one person." Su Ling finally stopped keeping him in suspense.

He uttered the name, his voice clear and cold:

"Sea God! Tang San."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Qian Daoliu's contracting pupils, before continuing to drop bombshells:

"You've probably heard of his father. He was none other than the former Haotian Douluo—Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao?!"

A thousand voices cried out, their hatred reignited.

The man who seriously injured his son, Qian Xunji!

Tang San, who will destroy the Spirit Hall in the future, is actually Tang Hao's son?!

This is simply a cruel mockery of fate!

"Tang San..."

Qian Renxue repeated in a low voice, her heart tightening.

She looked up at Su Ling, only to find that his gaze was still fixed on her.

His eyes were complex—there was pity, sorrow, and a hint of...dazedness?

This made her even more confused.

"He will be granted dual divine positions in the future, as both the God of the Sea and the God of Asura."

Su Ling's tone was calm, yet every word was like thunder.

"Unrivaled in strength across the continent!"

"But his actions are even more hypocritical and vicious than the most despicable evil spirit master."

"He always waved the banner of justice and peace, but in reality he was eliminating dissidents and consolidating his power."

Tang Wutong bit her lower lip hard; even though she had heard these things before, hearing them again still felt like being cut by a knife.

Qian Renxue remained silent, recalling the phantoms of her shattered divine status and her mother's tragic death in the long river of time.

"Then... will I really... end up like that in the future?" Her voice trembled.

Su Ling stared into her uncertain and vulnerable eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice deep and powerful, as if making a vow:

"No more."

He paused, his gaze intense:

"...Because I've come."

"I will protect the young master. I will never let that future repeat itself."

These few words pierced through Qian Renxue's carefully constructed defenses.

From childhood to adulthood, has anyone ever said the word "protect" to her so directly and with such certainty?

A strange warmth welled up from the bottom of her heart, making her cheeks burn, and she dared not look directly into Su Ling's eyes.

Qian Daoliu took in his granddaughter's changing expression, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

He scoffed, "Words are no proof!"

His gaze was fixed on Su Ling. "How can you prove everything you've said?"

"Just based on the black aura emanating from you, and that banner teeming with vengeful spirits?"

"Ha! Kid, I can sense that your prime was no weaker than mine! A fallen being at his peak, stay away from Xiaoxue!"

He pointed to the floating banner of ten thousand souls.

On the banner, three hideous skulls appeared and disappeared, while countless tormented souls struggled and howled.

Countless lives have been buried beneath this evil banner!

This kid is absolutely a ruthless killer!