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

Tang Wutong's cheek was pressed against the cold armor on his chest.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, bursting forth like a dam breaking.

"Why...why..."

She looked up through her tear-filled eyes at Su Ling's face, which was so close to hers, her voice broken and shattered.

"You clearly...hate me so much...hate that I'm not the complete her...why do you still..."

Su Ling lowered her head.

His expression was obscured by the metal visor, with only a pair of deep eyes coldly watching her through the gaps.

"Shut up." His voice came through the mask, still cold. "You are not her."

These words were like an icicle, instantly piercing the faint warmth that had just begun to rise in Tang Wutong's heart.

But Su Ling's next words plunged her into despair.

"But deep within your soul, fragments of her remain..."

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an almost obsessive certainty.

"If you dissect your soul and carefully peel it away... you'll eventually find the fragments... and she can come back."

Tang Wutong's pupils suddenly contracted.

The extreme fear of her soul being torn apart made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her blood almost froze.

But deeper than fear is a profound sense of desolation.

It turns out that his selfless protection was not out of any tenderness, but simply because... she was an indispensable "material" for the resurrection of Wang Qiu'er?

……

The core of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The deepest part of the Lake of Life.

The Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena's massive dragon body trembled violently once again, unable to contain itself.

The moment the Creation Dragon Slayer Armor appeared, an unprecedented surge of emotion and calling welled up from the depths of her bloodline.

When Su Ling disregarded his serious injuries to protect the girl—

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, sending waves of suffocating pain through her.

An indescribable sadness and familiarity washed over her like a tidal wave.

That boy... that human named Su Ling...

There must be some profound connection between them that transcends time and space!

"My lord!" Di Tian's anxious voice echoed from the bottom of the lake, "That's the aura of the Dragon God! There's no mistake! We can't stand idly by..."

"Shut up!" Gu Yuena forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart. "He's human! And his opponent is the God King Tang San! Intervening now would be tantamount to dragging the entire soul beast race into utter destruction!"

She couldn't gamble, nor dared she. To gamble the future of the soul beast race for a stranger whose aura was familiar yet whose origins were unknown.

But the sorrow that stemmed from her very bloodline almost overwhelmed her reason.

In the center of the battlefield, Su Ling slowly raised his head.

A cold gaze pierced through the mask and locked onto Tang San, whose expression had become even more gloomy in mid-air.

"Tang San, I've remembered this strike."

His voice came through the armor, carrying the metallic texture of friction, as cold as a judgment.

The next moment, the Creation Dragon God Armor on his body erupted with an unprecedentedly intense silver light!

The profound power of the laws of space and time seemed to transcend the constraints of this world, spreading out with a roar centered on him!

A butterfly phantom, no bigger than a palm, as white as jade and translucent, slowly flew out from between his eyebrows.

Time Butterfly!

It appears fragile, as if it might vanish at any moment.

But the moment it appeared, the entire battlefield, and even the whole world, froze completely.

The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, the swirling dust froze in mid-air, and the expressions on everyone's faces—

Tang San's fury, Huo Yuhao's horror, Ma Xiaotao's complex emotions, Tang Wutong's tear stains, Zhongli Wu's fanaticism...

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Time and spacetime stood still at this moment.

Only Su Ling was unaffected.

Tang Wutong's tears froze on her cheeks, glistening and translucent.

She looked at Su Ling.

This familiar yet unfamiliar boy.

In the realm where time stands still, he is like the sole sovereign.

Su released her arm that was protecting her and didn't look at her again.

His gaze fell directly on the figure that was also frozen in place not far away—Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao's expression froze, still showing anger and anxiety.

The Eye of Destiny on his forehead was flashing a brilliant light uncontrollably.

It stood out starkly against the absolute silence and stillness.

Su Ling stepped forward and stopped in front of Huo Yuhao.

Calmly gaze at the intensely flashing Eye of Fate.

In that light, he felt a warm, familiar power that pierced his heart.

That was the power of destiny belonging to Wang Qiu'er and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, the auspicious beast of the Emperor.

"This is Qiu'er's power."

His voice echoed in the stillness of time and space, carrying an undeniable resolve.

"I want it back."

"Su Ling! What...what are you going to do?!"

Tang Wutong felt a strong sense of foreboding as she watched this scene.

Su Ling did not answer, not even with the slightest hesitation.

He simply raised his hand, which was covered by the Dragon God Armor.

His fingertips were enveloped in the inky black power of the Myriad Souls Banner and the dazzling light of the Dragon God.

Then, with precision and ruthlessness, he pointed a finger at the Eye of Fate on Huo Yuhao's forehead, which was struggling violently!

"No...no!" Tang Wutong let out a silent scream, but could only watch helplessly.

The moment their fingertips touched, Huo Yuhao's frozen body trembled violently!

Even if time stood still, an indescribable, extreme pain would emanate from the deepest recesses of the soul—

It was still clearly conveyed through his pupils, which were dilated to their maximum size, and the blood vessels that were spreading wildly.

Su Ling's fingers seemed to have transformed into the most cruel and ruthless tool of dismemberment in the world.

More than just the Eye of Fate.

Accompanied by Huo Yuhao's silent, soul-wrenching screams—

A piece of head bone, shimmering with a seven-colored halo, was forcibly peeled off!

Immediately following was the rich and powerful golden dragon blood energy belonging to Wang Qiu'er!

Then, a phantom image of a long spear, entirely golden and with an incomparably sharp aura, appeared—the mark of the Golden Dragon Spear!

Finally, there is the most crucial one, the rose gold-colored sacrificial soul ring, which contains all of Wang Qiu'er's soul essence and memory fragments!

it's not finished yet.

Su Ling's actions were ruthless and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

The power of the Myriad Soul Banner surged forth, like a greedy glutton, frantically tearing apart everything about Huo Yuhao.

The emerald green of Hyotei, the pristine white halo of Yuki-tei, the million-year-old gold and silver patterns of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm…

Huo Yuhao's painstakingly fused spirit rings, the very foundation upon which he made his name, were mercilessly extracted and stripped away one by one!

Huo Yuhao felt his body and soul being crushed and dismantled.

The pain transcended the limits of the body, reaching the very essence of the soul, as if every cell was wailing.

He wanted to rebel, to scream, to question the heavens about their injustice.

But under the absolute laws of time, he couldn't even struggle.

They could only endure this boundless despair and pain.

His vitality rapidly waned.

Soul Saint, Soul Emperor, Soul King... until all soul power fluctuations completely disappeared.

All that remained was an empty, bloodshot, and despairing shell, frozen limply in place.

Like a doll whose life has been drained away.

He, Huo Yuhao, was completely rendered useless.