Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 398, pages 484-486: Helping Dai Laohu sterilize the offspring of Tang Shenwang and Xiao Wu. (God of Destruction: 6)

After glancing briefly at the lake, Qian Rou'er rose and flew towards the center of the lake. Although the stone pillar was tall, it wouldn't take long to fly there.

Soon, Qian Rou'er arrived in front of the building and walked in through the main gate with an air of nonchalance.

"Mom! Which way?!"

Looking at the network of roads leading in all directions, Qian Rou'er held the map and didn't forget to call out to her mother.

"..."

After a brief silence, Qian Lingyun's weary and helpless voice drifted into her eldest daughter's ears: "Go all the way to the end of this road, to that orange tree..."

"Was the key hidden in the flowerpot? So well concealed, just like Mom..."

Before Qian Rou'er could finish her compliment, Qian Lingyun added, "My mouth feels tasteless lately. The oranges on that tree are quite sweet. Bring me a few back."

"By the way, what did you just say?" Qian Lingyun asked.

"It's nothing. I was just complimenting your good looks!" Qian Rou'er said with a dark face as she walked to the orange tree and moved the entire tree away.

Squeak!

Pushing open the first door, Qian Rou'er immediately saw the deity imprisoned in the room. He was a tall, blond, middle-aged man who looked quite good, but the aura he exuded was not pleasing.

Qian Rou'er couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it just made her think of sterilizing him.

"Qian Renxue?" Dai Mubai turned around to look at the person who had come from, his brows furrowed. After a long while, he shook his head, denying his previous judgment: "No, Qian Renxue isn't as young as you!"

"She's my mother. What, are you very familiar with her?" Qian Rou'er stared intently at Dai Mubai, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Regarding who had a grudge against her family, she only knew of one person: Tang Shenwang. As for subordinates like Dai Laohu, in Qian Lingyun's words, they were "just minor characters at the level of a second-tier god. Your grandma could beat them up while dancing in the square. You should be thinking more about what to have for dinner instead of worrying about them!"

"Your mother is Qian Renxue, then who is your father?" Dai Mubai stood up and looked at Qian Rou'er, who was standing at the gate, his mind filled with thoughts.

This little girl doesn't seem difficult to deal with, but who knows if the angels and demons are crouching outside the door, waiting for him to break out and be executed on the spot.

"Do we know each other well? Who in my family is none of your business?" Qian Rou'er glared at Dai Mubai with annoyance, then pulled out the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd and walked forward with ill intent.

"Hey! What are you holding?! What are you trying to do?" Dai Mubai glared at Qian Rou'er's malicious smile and the obviously dangerous weapon, gritting his teeth as he roared.

"Little girl, I'm warning you! I'm only letting you off the hook because you're young! If you keep this up, I'll lose my temper!"

"Then send it! I'm watching!" Qian Rou'er gripped the end of the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd in her right hand, and swung the halberd in mid-air, creating a dark red crescent moon. In an instant, she destroyed the furnishings in the room.

Upon seeing Dai Mubai, Qian Rou'er lunged forward, but the War God was quick-witted and darted under the table instead…

It's clear that although Dai Mubai has lived a life of luxury in the God Realm for so many years, he still retains the ingrained traits of his past when he was chased to a small mountain village by his brother Davis and forced to live a life of idleness and debauchery.

After a frantic scramble, he actually grabbed onto the windowsill and glared angrily at Qian Rou'er.

"Little girl, let me tell you, fortunes change every thirty years, don't underestimate a poor middle-aged man! You're just showing off with what your parents gave you! Dare to put that down and fight me one-on-one!"

"It's one-on-one, and outsiders aren't allowed to interfere!"

"Hmm!? It's fine without this! I won't need it to hit you anyway." Qian Rou'er tilted her head and thought for a while before silently putting away the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd.

The halberd transformed into a dark red light and merged into the back of her hand. Qian Rou'er spread her hands and said, "Put it away! We agreed to a one-on-one duel! Don't crawl on the ground this time! Even though you're a bit of a waste, you're still a war god, you can't be too cowardly!"

"What's your name? What kind of god are you?" Dai Mubai jumped down from the windowsill, stretching his arms and legs as he tried to get information out of him.

"My name is Qian Rou'er, and I don't have a fixed divine position yet!" Qian Rou'er replied expressionlessly.

Huh? I actually managed to get some information out of them!

Seeing that Qian Rou'er had actually been tricked into revealing information by him in just a few words, Dai Mubai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To be so easily swayed by such perfunctory words, this naive and innocent girl clearly has no guile. She's just lucky to have such good parents, which allows her to flaunt such good things in public.

If he could win over this little girl, wouldn't that good thing be rightfully his, Dai Mubai's, possession?

Furthermore, this little girl looks exactly like Qian Renxue, except she's a bit thinner, otherwise... hehehe!

"Uncle, today I'm going to tell you a principle: all's fair in war!"

With a roar, Dai Mubai's hands instantly transformed into a pair of sharp tiger claws. He leaped forward in mid-air and struck Qian Rou'er's shoulders with both hands.

It's sizzling!

The sharp tiger claws grazed Qian Rou'er's shoulders, and the smooth feel of tearing the fabric delighted Dai Mubai.

If nothing unexpected happens, this move of his will be able to cripple the little girl's arms. Once he takes her down, not only will the artifact be his, but even his good brother Tang San will look at him with new respect!

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. Dai Mubai was envisioning a bright future when it felt as if a giant battering ram had hit his chest and sent him flying backward!

With a muffled thud, the solid wall thwarted Dai Mubai's desire to continue flying. His vision went black, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked up at the gate in horror.

"This is impossible! You you you you you!" Dai Mubai pointed at Qian Rou'er's empty sleeves and the pair of arms on the ground from which black smoke was billowing out of the wounds, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"What? This body is nothing but a tool I use to suppress my true strength! Since you're so eager to see my true face, then so be it!"

Qian Rou'er kicked the arm on the ground with her toe, and increasingly condensed black smoke gushed out from the wound, and within seconds it reformed into a pair of new arms.

"Is it pretty?" Qian Rou'er asked eagerly, her red eyes sparkling.

"..."

The overwhelming divine power was so powerful that Dai Mubai collapsed to the ground, speechless for a long time.

In the end, it was the little girl who stretched out her right arm and flicked out a finger gun that helped Dai Mubai recover from his astonishment.

"Ahhhhh!"

Belatedly realizing what was happening, Dai Mubai stared at the finger piercing his abdomen and let out a heart-wrenching scream. The finger gun brought not only intense pain, but also drained his divine power and life force. The pain of being drained alive was enough to drive a person mad.

"You're so noisy! As a god, shouldn't you remain calm and collected?" Qian Rou'er added another finger gun, which pierced Dai Mubai's shoulder blade and pinned him to the wall.

"Throw 'hahahahaha'!"

Another cry of pain rang out, and large beads of sweat dotted Dai Mubai's forehead.

"You're all sweaty, aren't you, Old Deng!"

Qian Rou'er added a third finger gun, stepped forward, and pressed her heel against Dai Mubai's forehead, grinding it forcefully. She said coldly:

"There's an old saying in China: 'Hehe, five-fold discount, Wei Junjie!' I want to know what grudges you and Tang San had with my mother on Douluo Continent! I hope you can cooperate well; say what you should say, and say what you shouldn't say!"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Dai Mubai took a deep breath, suppressing his physical and mental fear, and recounted everything that happened on Douluo Continent.

He shifted the blame for everything related to him onto Tang San and others, while he himself arrived in the God Realm as a pitiful person who was kidnapped by Tang San and eventually went astray.

Honestly, if Qian Rou'er hadn't known a little bit of the truth, she would have been completely fooled by Dai Mubai's nonsense.

"Oh! I see! You were forced into this, weren't you! Never mind then!" Qian Rou'er put away her finger gun and ended the friendly conversation with a meaningful smile.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! I was forced, I'm really innocent!" Dai Mubai nodded hurriedly, not daring to breathe as he watched Qian Rou'er walk out of the room.

Once Qian Rou'er's footsteps faded away, he breathed a sigh of relief, scrambled to lock the door, and lay down on the doorframe to take a deep breath.

Bang!

A gleaming halberd cleaved a large gash in the doorway, its slender blade tip just inches from Dai Mubai's shoulder.

"Ah!?" Dai Mubai exclaimed, kicking his legs to move his body from the door frame to the corner of the wall!

Bang!

Another loud crash, and the door was cleaved open with a gaping hole the size of a human face! Qian Rou'er pressed her face against the opening, cackling eerily, "Little George! (When Qian Lingyun was a child, she was telling him a bedtime story) I'm here! Open the door!"

"Don't come any closer!" Dai Mubai lay trembling in the corner, watching helplessly as the door was cleaved open piece by piece, and Qian Rou'er crawled through the door with an iron hammer in her hand!

"Nonsense! How could I not come over! You're the 'innocent and pitiful one'!" Qian Rou'er toyed with the iron hammer in her hand, then smashed it down on Dai Mubai's front. She said:

"You are innocent. It's unreasonable for me to kill you, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dai Mubai nodded frantically, like he was pounding garlic.

"But as a daughter, it's unreasonable for me to do nothing, right?" Qian Rou'er asked again.

"Yes, yes, yes, your parents must be very happy with your filial piety!" Dai Mubai flattered Qian Rou'er.

"As a child, isn't it reasonable to prevent his descendants from seeking revenge?"

Hearing this, Dai Mubai was a little puzzled, but then he thought about it and realized that this crazy woman was obviously trying to get back at Tang San! Tang San's descendant was Tang Wutong!

What does that have to do with him?

As the saying goes, "Better to die a fellow Daoist than a poor Daoist, better to die a niece than a poor one!"

Dai Mubai made a quick decision and immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Since you're so understanding, I'm relieved!"

After saying that, Qian Rou'er ignored Dai Mubai's bewildered expression, spat into her palm, and brought the hammer down, completely ending all of Dai Mubai's possibilities of having offspring!

"No!!!!!"

Even Huanhua outside the castle heard the piercing howl, but she simply shook her head and continued with her work.

After Qian Rou'er left, Dai Mubai raised his hand with a twitch, lifted his pants which were stuck to his flesh and blood, and looked down at them.

It shattered...shattered so cleanly it could be described as completely clean.

Even Tang Hao's chaotic cloak could not match the precision of this hammer blow.

Thinking of his bleak future, Dai Mubai couldn't catch his breath, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Shortly after Dai Mubai let out a scream, several uninvited guests arrived at the edge of the swamp.

Besides Tang Shenwang, there were seven other gods, each emanating an extremely powerful aura.

From afar, Huanhua could see several figures hovering in mid-air.

One of the figures emitted a blinding red light, and huge fireballs continuously blasted downwards, creating a deafening roar. The terrifying explosive force was incredibly domineering.

In the swamp forest below, a large area has been engulfed in flames, and even the swamp itself seems to have turned into a lava pool.

The one who unleashed the powerful attack just now was a middle-aged man in a magnificent fiery red robe. This deity had a head of messy red hair, but was very handsome, with fiery red eyes. His beard was thick and covered almost half of his face, giving him a rugged appearance.

Besides him, the remaining six deities also had different forms. Two of them were women, and the rest were men.

The two women wore blue and gold dresses respectively, while the other four men wore magnificent robes in yellow, cyan, black, and silver, highlighting their different identities.

The seven people invited by Tang Shenwang are the seven elemental gods of the God Realm, and also the seven righteous gods. Like the seven original sin gods, they are all first-level gods of the God Realm.

They are relatively neutral, but they are closer to the sea god because the sea god is theoretically a righteous god, and they admire his control over the divine realm over the years.

Therefore, when Tang Shenwang asked them to help rescue people, they rushed over immediately.

Among the seven elemental gods, the water god and the light god were friends of the sea god.

These two female deities hold very high positions among the seven elemental gods. The goddess of light is the wife of the god of darkness, and the goddess of water is the wife of the god of fire.

The seven elemental gods, being of one mind and disdainful of the God of Original Sin, naturally came here to find a way to break the seal after Tang Shenwang's words.

"How lively! But... everyone, please leave! We are not receiving guests here today!" Huanhua stepped onto the vine-covered steps and walked into the air. She frowned as she looked at the seven elemental gods and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

The seven elemental gods, not presumptuous at all, quickly returned the greeting, saying, "So you are the God of Emotions."

The God of Fire gazed at the faintly visible eighth halo behind the Illusion Flower, and explained his purpose with a forced smile: "God of Emotions, we mean no harm, we simply want to..."

"So you're trying to give the Sea God a chance to break the seal, huh!" Huanhua chuckled, the chill in her eyes growing stronger.

Although both are first-level gods, in terms of status and overall strength, the God of Emotions is above the God of Elements and the God of Original Sin. In addition, since Illusion Flower was born from a plant, its control over the wood element has become increasingly free in recent years, and there is a faint trend of it forming a new godhood. Furthermore, it can outpace ordinary first-level gods by several streets in terms of combat power.

"If you insist on saying it that way, it's pretty much the same. For Rong Nianbing's sake, please let us pass!"

The water god flew out from behind the fire god, looking disgruntled, intending to plead for Tang Shenwang.

"Are you all confused? My relationship with the Great God King Tang isn't as good as yours. Besides, do I need to consider other people's favors when I do things?" Huanhua beckoned to the Great God King Tang behind the Elemental Gods, and said mockingly, "You should have the right attitude when asking for help. What kind of logic is it to ask for help without stepping forward yourself?"

Tang Shenwang's face darkened, and he silently cursed Huanhua and Qianlingyun's family in his heart. But on the surface, he still solemnly stated his premonition and the so-called righteousness of peace in the divine realm.

The elemental god nodded repeatedly upon hearing these words, his expression one of utter excitement, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

Ignoring the effects of her "intelligence-reducing" aura, Huanhua snorted coldly and replied with four words: "None of my business!"

"God of Emotions! This is a matter of life and death for the divine realm! How can you be so heartless, ruthless, and unreasonable!"

Before Tang Shenwang could speak, Guangshen, who was moved to tears, spoke up. Judging from her expression, she was very contemptuous of Huanhua's indifferent attitude. If they hadn't needed his help, they might have already been pointing fingers from their moral high ground.

In response, the immoral Huanhua said the following:

"Are you all senile? You believe everything the sea god says! Let me tell you! Don't think that just because you're senior, you can tell me what to do. If I don't like what someone says, I won't give them any face!"

"you!"

"What do you mean 'you'?! I said no passage, and that's final! Fight if you want, or leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the halos behind Huanhua shone brightly, and they converged into a halo of light.

Each of these halos is a different color, and each one, when it appears, slightly affects the emotions of all the gods present.

These are the seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hatred, and disgust.

The seven rings of light represent a first-level deity. But are there really only seven rings? The moment the final ring, the black halo representing evil, lights up...

Suddenly, a halo of illusory dark green light solidified.

Eighth ring!

That's right, it's the complete eighth ring. Within the halo behind the illusionary flower, the strange sight of the eighth ring appeared.

The eight-ringed halo is something that only the Angel God and the Rakshasa God possess in the divine realm, yet at this moment, it has appeared on the God of Emotions.

Even more astonishing were the changes in Huanhua's body.

All the plants in the entire forbidden land radiated light, and the layers of leaves appeared with a dark green halo, converging towards the sky.

These dark green halos initially appeared as delicate threads, but then, imbued with the majesty of a supreme god, they coalesced into a suit of armor that completely covered the illusory flowers.

Huanhua now wielded a strangely shaped long-handled weapon.

That weapon was forged from the seven divine artifacts of Rong Nianbing and the root of the Illusion Flower.

With the divine artifact in hand, Illusion Flower's aura surged forth, its powerful energy instantly surpassing that of all the first-level deities present.

"Are you coming one by one, or all at once?" Huanhua swung her battle axe, her gloomy gaze fixed on everyone present.

Just as the elemental gods were eager to try, several colorful streaks of light rushed from the direction of the central hub of the divine realm and blocked the way between the illusionary flower and the elemental gods.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the few with numbers? If you're so capable, come and fight us! Watch me beat you to a pulp!" The arrogant god stood with his hands on his hips, looking down with an air of arrogance at the elemental gods who had always been at odds with them.

"..." The elemental gods exchanged glances, then looked at Tang Shenwang with hesitation.

In the current divine realm, there are only twenty first-level gods, and at this moment, there are as many as sixteen of them on the battlefield.

Currently, only four first-level gods are absent. These four first-level gods are: Qian Renxue, the angel god who just descended to the mortal realm to accompany the goddess of life on her research trip; Qian Lingyun, the Rakshasa god who has hidden herself away as the sixth one; and the god of destruction who is taking Xiao Wu to find a place to have her rabbit cubs.

The last one is the mysterious and unpredictable God of Time.

It can be said that the sky above this swamp has concentrated the most immense power in the entire divine realm.

"Three-pronged attack!!"

As Tang Shenwang racked his brains for a solution, a familiar, sweet cry reached his ears from afar. Everyone looked towards the sound and saw the God of Destruction leading Xiao Wu flying over.

"Destruction actually escaped! He really is a traitor!" The Goddess of Jealousy gritted her teeth and glared angrily at the God of Destruction. In her heart, she wished she could skin this traitor alive, tear him apart, eat his flesh, and sleep on his skin!

"He's escaped, but where is Rakshasa?" the God of Wrath mumbled, chewing his bubble gum and blowing a large bubble.

"Rakshasa probably locked the door and went home to be with the kids! You all know how much she dotes on her darling!" The God of Desire chuckled, thus getting Qian Lingyun out of the predicament.

Unlike the envy, jealousy, and hatred on the faces of other deities.

Huanhua's eye twitched slightly. She thought to herself, "Truly worthy of being called a rabbit! Giving birth is as easy as a normal person going to the toilet. It hasn't even been that long! They're all done..."

"Wow, wow, wow!"

As if disturbed by the raging divine power around them, the baby's cries were exceptionally loud in the silent air, while Tang San's eyes were full of surprise as he looked at Xiao Wu.

"Sangiegie, it's a son! We'll name him the same as before..." Xiaowu said happily. Having already had a daughter, she really longed for a son, and now her dream had finally come true.

Tang San nodded and said, "Yes, let's call him Tang Wulin, as we agreed before!"

Tang San placed the child in Xiao Wu's arms, gently stroking the child's head. His gaze towards the Gods of Original Sin turned considerably colder: "I've finally waited for this moment."

Xiao Wu looked at him in surprise, but Tang San nodded to her.

He slowly turned around, flicked his right hand, and a ball of red light shone.

It was a mass of blood-red liquid, appearing to be only a few drops, yet it faintly shimmered with golden light.

The golden light was soft, yet it possessed an indescribable aura.

Tang San pointed with his right hand, and the liquid immediately flew onto his forehead, imprinting itself on his brow.

The crimson hue subtly blended in, and a glimmer of gold appeared on Tang San's forehead.

At first, it was just a little bit, but soon it turned into a golden halo that slid down from above his head and landed at his feet in an instant. Tang San's body was also dyed pure gold under the effect of the golden light.

Tang San lifted his foot and walked forward step by step.

He moved slowly, but a series of crisp "crackling" sounds rang out from his body, as if something was breaking down on him.

With each step he takes, a halo rises behind his head.

Nine steps, a full nine steps, and when he arrived at the window, the nine-ringed halo had already risen.

Fragments seemed to slip off his body, falling to the ground and disappearing into wisps of smoke.

There were purple ones, gold ones, and also faint black and blood-red ones.

"Um?!"

In the central hub of the divine realm, the God of Destruction's once gentle gaze turned gloomy again, and a powerful destructive intent surged into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the bustling battlefield.

(End of this chapter)