aircannonsinc Chapter 517 The Death of Ma Hongjun; Abyss Saint: Tang 3, I still prefer your unruly demeanor from j
Chapter 517 The Death of Ma Hongjun; Abyss Saint: Tang 3, I still prefer your unruly demeanor from j
Chapter 517 The Death of Ma Hongjun; Abyss Saint King: Tang San, I still prefer your unruly demeanor from just now.
The Demon Emperor looked down at Tang Hao, who was struggling like a trapped beast in vain. He felt a strange pleasure in his heart, but his face was cold and merciless. He said, "What a touching love story! It's a pity, Tang Hao. You have no idea how shameful your good wife's moans have been these past few days. She's all talk and no action."
All I can say is that your wife is incredibly shrewd in this regard.
In Huo Yuhao's current spiritual sea, Ah Yin's status is even lower than that of a kitten.
For several days in a row, Ah Yin was being severely whipped by the Demon Emperor using various methods to torture her soul.
The Demon Emperor was so tired of hearing those pitiful cries for mercy.
Even the Demon Emperor suspected that Ah Yin's extraordinary physique might have caused the level of his benefactor's spiritual sea to rise slightly without his knowledge.
In front of her beloved husband, Ah Yin was so humiliated by the Demon Emperor's words that she blushed with shame and was filled with grief and indignation, yet she could not find a single word to refute him.
What could she do? She could only blame herself for being bewitched back then, foolishly stepping into the trap and becoming Huo Yuhao's contracted beast.
Seeing that it was almost time, the Demon Emperor stopped wasting words and his expression became even colder and more arrogant. He then grabbed Ah Yin, who was still immersed in grief.
In the astonishing light that Tang Hao and Ma Hongjun witnessed, the instant the Demon Emperor touched Ah Yin's body, two completely opposite auras of destruction and life instantly rose from their bodies.
The surrounding space-time realm, which was originally black and white and in a state of absolute silence, began to flow again at this moment, and was stained with a variety of colors.
What reappeared before their eyes was not the familiar scene outside the Ascension Pavilion, but the very beginning of their own lives.
The surrounding scenery changed constantly, like a fleeting glimpse of a flower. Every important moment in their past memories seemed to be repeated endlessly, like an unbreakable cycle, allowing them to experience it again and again as if they were there.
Good and bad, sorrow and joy, countless complex and ever-changing emotions are constantly amplified and compounded in a very short period of time.
Until he reached an unbearable mental breaking point, Ma Hongjun, who had withdrawn from his Phoenix True Form state, completely collapsed at this moment due to his already fragile mental defenses caused by his debt.
With his knees slammed to the ground, Ma Hongjun wept like a child, burying his face in his hands and screaming in anguish, "Xiangxiang, I'm so sorry! I kept saying I'd love you for life and that I'd be with you forever, but I didn't even have the courage to die for you. I'm such a coward!"
Xiangxiang, so many years have passed, are you still waiting for me down there? I'm coming to be with you, I'll never let you be alone again.
Ma Hongjun's eyes were blurred with tears, and the mournful cry of a phoenix echoed and swirled around him.
The slightly obese body was completely enveloped by the primordial phoenix flames, but this time it was not a rebirth from the ashes, but rather it gradually turned into nothingness in the flames.
"Huo Yuhao, perhaps this was just an unintentional act on your part, but it did make me realize my true feelings. Back then, I couldn't let go of everything to accompany Xiangxiang to the Yellow Springs. What's the point of living like this, barely clinging to life?"
"Over this period, for the sake of this so-called grand plan, I've committed countless evil deeds against my conscience. Now it's time to pay for this karma. This phoenix divine essence, you should help it find a suitable successor, so that its service to me won't be in vain."
As Ma Hongjun's voice gradually faded, his body was completely engulfed by flames. Only the golden-red phoenix phantom continued to wail and dance in mid-air, unwilling to dissipate for a long time.
Tang Hao, who was also immersed in despair, was stung by the sudden scorching heat, which barely helped him regain some of his senses from the illusion.
Watching helplessly as Ma Hongjun gave up resistance and committed suicide, Tang Hao felt a chill run down his spine. Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively severed all ties with the spiritual body.
In an instant, Tang Hao, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed on the top floor of the Ascension Pavilion, maintaining the operation of the great formation, was struck as if by lightning. He suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his face turned extremely pale, and his aura dropped to its lowest point.
That separated spiritual clone contained nearly 30% of his core source power.
To escape the control of that bizarre illusion, Tang Hao was forced to give up, and he felt as if his heart was bleeding.
But he also had a premonition that if he hadn't been ruthless enough to decisively sever the connection, the mental control would have spread directly over through his clone's senses.
At that time, he will probably suffer a mental breakdown like Ma Hongjun and commit suicide.
Huo Yuhao is truly terrifying. No wonder he was able to single-handedly drag the mistress, who was a god-king, into the spacetime turbulence.
Thinking of Tang San, Tang Hao disregarded his injuries and hurriedly looked up at Harosa, who was floating above the altar.
At this moment, Harosa's aura surged, and the Asura demonic runes appearing on his body became increasingly profound, faintly forming a continuous expanse.
The trend of forming a substantial Asura Demon Armor has clearly reached a critical juncture.
Seeing that his son was about to successfully possess his body, Tang Hao's originally pale face showed an unnatural, sickly flush, and his tiger eyes were filled with excited tears.
"Little Third, hurry back! Only when you regain your divine position will you have the power to kill that arrogant and ignorant wretch and save your humiliated mother."
But don't worry, for you, I will fight to the very last drop of blood, even if it costs me my last drop of blood.
However, unnoticed by Tang Hao, at the edge of the Blood River God-Slaying Array, wisps of abyssal energy were silently flowing along the array's patterns and into Harosa's body.
Earlier, within the spiritual sea of Harosa.
The originally gray and lifeless spiritual world has now been completely stained with an extremely aggressive crimson color. Everywhere you look, there is red light, and the scene of a Shura purgatory like mountains of corpses and seas of blood is clearly visible.
Holding the blood-red trident, Tang San sat upright on the throne, exuding confidence and said, "Harosa, things have come to this point. You should understand that the difference in our foundations is as insurmountable as a firefly compared to the bright moon."
"In this territory that belongs to me, you have absolutely no chance of victory. Hurry up and come out to meet your death. Surrender control of your body, and I might show mercy and give you a quick death."
The voice, filled with brutal killing intent, roared like thunder, stirring up a thousand waves of blood in this small space.
But just as the blood-red spiritual world was churning violently, a mass of gray-black energy suddenly appeared and began to condense.
Then he transformed into a tall man wearing a black trench coat with a cold and stern face.
With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Saint Abyss Splitting Halberd, which had been hidden deep within Harosa's spiritual sea, suddenly shone as if it had met its true master and instantly fell into his hand.
Upon seeing this unfamiliar man appear within Harossa's spiritual sea, and truly sensing the abyssal aura emanating from him, as well as the halberd in his hand that was clearly at the level of a super-divine artifact, Tang San abruptly rose from his throne, exclaiming in shock, "You are the Abyss Saint King? Why are you here? Are you going to help Harossa rebel against me?"
"No, no."
With a playful smile on his face, the Abyss Saint King looked at Tang San leisurely and slowly replied, "To be more specific, I not only want to take Harosa's body as a vessel for my rebirth, but also borrow your Asura Godhead to reshape my path to God King. I suppose you won't mind."
"How dare you!"
Tang San was furious. He never expected that the Abyss Saint King was just a pawn in his grand plan, and now he dared to appear in front of him, trying to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
Such an arrogant act of insubordination is truly a death sentence!
"You fool, you were only able to break through the spatial barrier of the Douluo plane and invade Douluo Star because you were tricked by the scheme I set up ten thousand years ago. And now you dare to spout nonsense in front of me."
Do you really think that, in your current state of barely clinging to life with only a wisp of your divine consciousness, you can be my opponent?
Even if the Abyss Saint King possesses a super artifact, so what? Tang San's trident is also a genuine super artifact.
Moreover, he has successfully condensed a spiritual core, and his current spiritual power is equivalent to that of the Spirit Realm.
Let alone the Abyss Saint King, even Harosa, who possesses the spiritual power of the Divine Origin Realm and has the home-field advantage, is nothing more than an ant that can be destroyed with a flick of his finger in his eyes.
Tang San's eyes shone with an all-knowing wisdom, and in his heart, he had already sentenced the Abyss Saint King to death.
Even when his own light fell on the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd in the hands of the Abyss Saint King, he already vaguely regarded it as his own possession.
After all, such treasures as super artifacts are extremely rare; there were only five in the original God Realm.
The reason why the five great god kings were able to suppress many other first-level gods was largely due to the support of their super artifacts.
The crimson trident in his hand was only able to advance to a top-tier super artifact after it was fused with part of the Asura Demon Sword and the Eight Wings of the Sea God within the spacetime turbulence.
Now, looking at the imposing Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, how could Tang San not be moved?
This is undoubtedly another divine intervention, a precious gift specially presented to him for his return.
The Abyss Saint King's thoughts were similar to Tang San's. After all, no one would complain about having an extra super artifact under their control, especially the Crimson Trident, whose attributes were so compatible with their Abyss Power.
Seeing Tang San's confident demeanor, as if victory was assured, the Abyss Saint Lord let out a cold laugh full of sarcasm.
"Ha, what's the use of words? Let's settle this with our fists. Today, it's either you or me who dies!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Abyss Saint King launched a sudden attack, transforming into a streak of black light as he charged toward Tang San, his Heavenly Saint Abyss Splitting Halberd carrying surging abyssal demonic energy as he swept out.
The dazzling blue-purple light blade instantly tore through the blood-red void, soaring through the air and slashing straight at Tang San's face.
"The power of the God-King is beyond the comprehension of a mere Lord of the Abyss like yourself."
Seeing this, Tang San neither dodged nor avoided, and thrust out his trident like lightning.
The surrounding myriad crimson rays were instantly drawn in and concentrated, finally settling at the tip of the halberd, unleashing an astonishing power.
A crisp collision echoed within the sea of consciousness, but immediately afterward, Tang San's face, which had been adorned with a confident smile, underwent a sudden and dramatic change.
Being so close to the three-foot-long halberd light unleashed by the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, he felt his very soul tremble involuntarily.
It's as if anyone struck by the halberd's edge would vanish into nothingness.
Tang San's battle-hardened intuition made him hesitate without hesitation, and he used the recoil from the collision to fly backward.
Only at the critical moment did they barely evade the subsequent pursuit of the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, which was utterly unreasonable and possessed the ability to penetrate defenses without regard to defense.
Seeing that his attack had failed, the Abyss Saint King showed a hint of regret.
It can be said that when facing enemies who are unaware of the true nature of the Heavenly Sacred Rift Halberd, this unexpected first strike can often produce surprising and miraculous effects.
Once they are on guard, the other party will obviously no longer choose a head-on confrontation.
But when he saw Tang San instantly create distance and become so wary, the Abyss Saint King couldn't help but let out a sneer.
"Tang San, Tang San, I still prefer your arrogant and unruly demeanor from before. How come you've become so timid and hesitant after just one exchange? Can you recover your composure?"
"You brat, how dare you bully me like this?"
Tang San let out a loud shout.
Seemingly blinded by anger at the words of the Abyss Saint, in reality, the moment he swung the crimson trident again, the violent surge of the sea of blood triggered a resonance between the Asura Godhead suspended above the sea of consciousness.
Although he has not yet completely taken over Harosa's body, he was once the master of the Asura Godhead and was very familiar with the authority contained within the Godhead. Naturally, he could use the trident to forcibly borrow the power of the Asura Godhead.
An endless aura of slaughter surged instantly within the sea of consciousness.
As the crimson light flashed, rings of solidified blood-red halos materialized and descended from the sky with immense spatial confinement power, heading straight for the Abyss Saint King.
Faced with the unpredictable storm, the Abyss Saint King neither dodged nor avoided it. He simply held the Heavenly Saint Abyss Splitting Halberd upright in front of him with a hint of contempt and mockery on his face.
"Tang San, if you truly still possess a trace of the God King's power, then I'm afraid I'll have to flee like a stray dog."
"What a pity, you're nothing more than a child wielding a longsword, only there to scare people; you can't unleash its true power. Besides, do you think I'm completely unprepared?"
Under Tang San's astonished gaze, several strands of abyssal energy from the outside instantly merged into the Abyssal Saint King's body.
With the infusion of abyssal energy, the abyssal saint's previously somewhat unstable aura surged instantly, tearing the uncertain storm apart.