bdsm-fiction Chapter 113 The deadline has arrived.
Chapter 113 The deadline has arrived.
Chapter 113 The deadline has arrived.
"If you've all lowered your prices, then I'll lower mine too."
Niu Gao of the Yu clan helplessly shrugged. He had come to a conclusion: rather than die in vain, it was better to surrender, since the Yu clan hadn't suffered any losses anyway.
"Surrender, all of you surrender, you're all spineless."
Yang Wudi's face was cold. Everyone had agreed not to subdue the demon god, but these three had pulled this stunt.
"What, old goat, do you still want to fight against the demon god?"
"Fight my ass! You've all surrendered. What use are my few men?"
Yang Wudi cursed with a dark face, "These bastards, not one of them is reliable."
"Where's your blacksmiths' association? I never understood why a bunch of blacksmiths were running off like this!"
"After the war, construction is needed everywhere. You guys are all in high demand, so there's no reason for you to run away."
"Of course I have one! That demon god's subordinates want me to build houses for them. How can I stand for that?"
"Blacksmith, what's the difference what you're forging? What's wrong with building a house?"
"What do you know, you lousy gun-wielder? They want to build a crystal palace using the most beautiful crystals. Do you know how big that house is? Just one of its bed legs would be as big as a mountain! If they build it on that scale, I'd be worked to death!"
Lou Gao said angrily, "There should be a limit to how much you can order people around. That kind of huge project would take a hundred or two hundred years to finish!"
"Huh? Are gods this extravagant?"
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock. If a single bed leg was as big as a mountain, how big would the Crystal Palace be after it was built?
"Hmph, now you know, right? I'm a blacksmith, not an animal!"
Lou Gao was furious; this was simply treating the blacksmith like he was not human.
"Is there a difference between a blacksmith and livestock?"
"What did you say?!"
Lou Gao heard Yang Wudi muttering something, and his eyebrows shot up. He swung a hammer at Yang Wudi.
"Hey! Don't be impulsive! That old goat never has a kind mouth, don't bother arguing with him."
"Hmph! Listen to what he's saying! It's infuriating!"
"This guy has pretty good hearing."
Yang Wudi glanced sideways at Lou Gao, thinking that the iron-fighting ears were still quite good.
"Oh no, they're here!"
Tang Xiao looked at the chaotic crowd, shook his head slightly, and then looked seriously into the distance. As demonic light surged, countless soul masters appeared in front of the Haotian Sect's mountain gate.
"The ten-day deadline has arrived. Haotian Sect, I await your reply."
Xiao Lin led his men to the Haotian Sect in person. This was the penultimate stop in pacifying the Douluo Continent, while the final stop was the far north, which was considered a forbidden zone!
"The Haotian Sect is willing to surrender, but there is one condition before that."
Tang Xiao led the group out, and he looked at Xiao Lin with a determined look in his eyes.
"You have no right to make demands."
Xiao Lin remained indifferent as his divine sense swept across the entire Haotian Sect, finally settling on a desolate area.
"But for the Demon God, this is just a small matter. This shouldn't be considered a condition from the Haotian Sect, but rather my personal request, how about that?"
Tang Xiao's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying that he would kill Tang San no matter what.
"Private request? That's an interesting way to put it. Tell me more."
Xiao Lin looked at Tang Xiao again, curious about what the sect leader of Haotian Sect really wanted.
My request is very simple...
"He wants you dead!"
A loud shout rang out in a wasteland of the Haotian Sect, and a fierce flame spread out, engulfing a giant black hammer.
"Tang San!!!"
Tang Xiao suddenly turned his head, his face contorted with rage as he stared at the firelight, his eyes filled with the rage of someone who had killed his wife and children.
clang--
Before the massive Haotian Hammer could even touch Xiao Lin's clothes, it was blasted away by a gust of air around him.
"What?!"
Tang San was shocked. In the past ten days, he had added two more ten-thousand-year soul rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, but now he couldn't even repel the opponent.
"That's strange, you actually became a Title Douluo?"
Xiao Lin looked at Tang San, who exuded an evil aura, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This guy looks even weirder than him.
"Hahahaha... Demon God, tremble!"
Tang San grinned maliciously and flew directly towards Xiao Lin.
"Fifth Soul Skill - Blue Silver Overlord Spear!"
"this one?"
Xiao Lin remained motionless, watching Tang San, his face flushed, thrusting the Blue Silver Overlord Spear into the air currents in front of him.
"How is this possible!"
Tang San refused to believe it and immediately unleashed all his soul skills, but none of them could penetrate Xiao Lin's outermost layer of protection.
"Impossible! Impossible! It can't be broken, why can't it be broken!"
He angrily pounded on the protective layer, a hint of ferocity gradually appearing in his eyes.
boom--
Xiao Lin's eyes were calm. He flicked out a faint light, and Tang San was severely injured, falling off the cliff.
"Demon! My request is to tear him to pieces!"
Seeing Tang San's seemingly futile attempt to break through a rock, Tang Xiao finally spoke.
"Tang Xiao! You bastard! You've been targeting me from the very beginning, you don't deserve to be my uncle!"
Tang San was furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood and then looked up at Tang Xiao angrily.
"You heartless beast! You cruelly murdered your own mother just to break through the barrier! You don't deserve to be human!!!"
With red eyes, Tang Xiao raised the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it at Tang San.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San seemed to suddenly remember something, but he refused to admit it and met the Clear Sky Hammer with his Blue Silver Overlord Spear.
"You scoundrel, you still won't admit it even now!"
Tang Xiao's hammer blows grew stronger with each strike, and his eyes became incredibly terrifying.
"Admit your ass! You old bastard, you'd better die!"
Tang San was nearly driven mad. For some reason, unfamiliar images kept flashing through his mind. These images were the scenes when he broke through to the Title Douluo level, but they were not presented from his perspective.
"Hmm...that familiar scent, that's...could it be...?"
A faint light swirled around them, and the blurry scene became clear, revealing Tang San sitting cross-legged on the ground, absorbing three spirit rings.
"The other woman, my child, it's him, it must be him! How much time has passed, thirty years? Or forty years?"
……
"He's about to break through, but why do I feel uneasy? His aura frightens me; this aura shouldn't be on my son..."
……
"Oh no! Danger!"
The scene shifted, and the surrounding air was filled with violent energy. At this moment, the disciples guarding the herb garden launched an attack on Tang San.
"It's too late. Fortunately, the spiritual energy in this herb garden is abundant, so I can still use a sliver of my power..."
"ah!!!"
The surrounding light intensified, and within the rich blue light, a faint golden glimmer emanated.
The intense light flashed for a moment, and the three disciples' movements slowed down considerably. Tang San also broke through his bottleneck and officially entered the Title Douluo realm.
As the perspective shifts, in that corner, a blue silver grass with golden luster emanating from its veins rapidly withers, gradually fading away amidst the chaotic atmosphere.
"This is...this...no, it's not!"
Tang San's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. He knew that the gentle, maternal voice was one he had never heard before.
What is his mother doing here!
"It's fake! It must all be fake!"
(End of this chapter)