Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods

The icicle pressed against Tang Wutong’s throat.

Feeling the chilling cold, a small trace of blood appeared on her pale neck.

But her heart felt even colder. She looked stubbornly and sorrowfully at Huo Yuhao.

"Then go ahead and strike!"

"Fine."

Huo Yuhao nodded and thrust forward without hesitation.

At the very last moment—

the Sea God Trident in Tang Wutong’s hand suddenly shattered, turning into a mass of blue-gold divine power that wrapped around her and made her disappear instantly.

Boom!

The icicle struck the spot where Tang Wutong had been standing. Sea God Lake shook violently, sending water a thousand meters into the air.

Huo Yuhao looked around but could not detect where Tang Wutong had gone.

Only a god could evade his spiritual detection.

"Did Tang San finally lose patience and intervene?"

"Hmph. Brother Zhexian is still here—let’s see if you dare show yourself!"

The wind carried his voice throughout Shrek Academy.

Yet no one responded.

Huo Yuhao dispersed his Spirit Power. His vast spiritual power spread outward, smoothing away all the traces left behind by the battle.

After that, he calmly resumed practicing his punches, continuing to adapt to his strength.

What had just happened did not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

...

Outside Shrek City, deep within a mountain. Tang Wutong sat on the ground in a daze, murmuring to herself.

"Huo Yuhao really wanted to kill me..."

A mass of blue-gold divine power floated before her.

The divine power slowly dispersed,

forming the outline of a man.

"Wutong."

A dignified voice called gently.

Tang Wutong did not react, still murmuring blankly.

"Huo Yuhao really wanted to kill me..."

"Wutong!"

This time the voice carried more force, stirring the fallen leaves all around.

Tang Wutong trembled slightly.

Then she slowly raised her face, tears streaming as she looked at her father—Tang San.

"Father... Huo Yuhao really wanted to kill me..."

Tang San slowly clenched his fist. His Sea God robe rippled like waves, and a flash of killing intent crossed his handsome face.

"This Huo Yuhao is arrogant and unruly. He even dared insult me. He is not a suitable partner."

"You are my daughter, Tang San’s daughter. Among the sons of the gods in the Divine Realm, you may choose whoever you wish..."

Tang Wutong interrupted him, her beautiful eyes filled with unwillingness and pain.

"I only want Huo Yuhao!"

"Zhang Lexuan and Ma Xiaotao are merely mortal women. And Wang Dong was nothing more than a fragment of soul separated from my divine soul!"

"In terms of talent, they are far inferior to me!"

"In terms of beauty, I am no worse than them!"

"So why should I lose to them?!"

Since childhood she had been cherished and spoiled. Even in the Divine Realm she had always been the center of attention.

When had she ever tasted the feeling of not getting what she wanted?

Anything she desired had always been within reach.

She still remembered—

once, the daughter of a first-level god had obtained a pearl that could reflect the galaxy itself. At a banquet of the gods, she displayed it proudly, dazzling everyone.

And later?

That pearl ultimately ended up in Tang Wutong’s hands.

Just like that pearl...

Huo Yuhao should be the same.

Tang San remained silent for a while. Unable to bear scolding his daughter, he slowly said:

"Huo Yuhao was originally a destined star born for this continent. But because of that inexplicable white-robed youth, he has gone down the wrong path."

"As long as that white-robed youth is killed, Huo Yuhao may still have hope of returning to the right path."

Tang Wutong, still crying, said:

"Then hurry and descend to the mortal world, Father!"

"Huo Yuhao reveres that white-robed youth so much..."

"Once you defeat him, Huo Yuhao will realize how short-sighted he has been!"

Tang San turned his back. His hand quietly pressed against his chest, and the corner of his eye twitched sharply several times.

"The laws of the mortal world suppress the power of gods. If I want to unleash my full strength—or even bring the gods down with me—I must have a medium."

Tang Wutong asked blankly:

"What is it?"

"Wutong, I have already transmitted into your sea of consciousness all the places on the continent where spiritual herbs grow."

Tang San said calmly:

"You must raise your cultivation to Titled Douluo as quickly as possible. When the time comes, use your ninth Spirit Ability to summon me. That way we can deceive the suppression of the mortal world."

"As quickly as possible..."

Tang Wutong asked, "If I consume too many spiritual herbs, will it damage my foundation...?"

After all, she wasn’t satisfied with merely becoming a Titled Douluo—she wanted to become a god.

"It won’t matter."

Tang San replied:

"You are my daughter. I am the God King of the Divine Realm—do you think I cannot grant you a god position?"

Tang Wutong relaxed and nodded lightly.

Then she glanced in the direction of Shrek Academy, slowly clenching her slender hand.

"When I reach level 90, I will naturally return."

"By then, after Father defeats that white-robed youth, I will make Huo Yuhao apologize to me."

Tang San nodded, a trace of coldness appearing in his eyes.

"And Shrek needs to be reminded of its place as well."

"For ten thousand years, they have long forgotten who it was that spread the name of Shrek across the continent."

"Huo Yuhao insulted me so openly, yet Shrek remained silent. That disappoints me."

Tang Wutong then set out on her journey to increase her Spirit Power.

...

Meanwhile—

in the Divine Realm.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes and slumped against his throne, letting out a long breath.

Blood flowed from the corner of his eye, making him look somewhat terrifying.

That day,

when he tried to spy on the white-robed youth, merely meeting the youth’s gaze had ruined his Purple Demon Eye, which had reached the supreme realm.

"If I alone am not your match, then what if I descend with the gods?"

"And that Huo Yuhao..."

"When I personally descend to the mortal world, I hope you’ll still be so arrogant."

Tang San crushed the armrest of his throne into pieces.

Suddenly,

as if sensing something, he looked toward the starry sky outside the Divine Realm.

In the void of space floated numerous divine palaces.

He roughly counted them.

There were 1,020 in total.

Tang San looked confused.

Why did he feel that the number of gods in the Divine Realm was decreasing?

"Why do I remember the Divine Realm once claiming to have three thousand deities? Could my memory be wrong...?"

..

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days,

many powerful figures and factions across the continent rushed toward the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire.

One was the greatest genius across past, present, and future.

The other was the Darkness Holy Dragon who dominated the continent.

A battle between these two was destined to attract the attention of the entire world.

Yunji Mountain Pass. The place where the two had agreed to fight.

Among the endless mountain ranges, waves of powerful Spirit Power descended one after another as experts arrived.

Those who knew each other nodded in greeting, gathering in small groups to talk.

"Today is really lively. Dawn has only just broken, and there are already so many people!"

"A battle between Limit Douluo—how long has it been since the continent last saw one? Of course everyone wants to watch!"

"That is... the Sect Master of the Body Sect, Du Busi! I didn’t expect even he would come!"

"And there’s Xuan Zi from Shrek, along with many other experts, plus Jing Hongchen, the Hall Master of Hall of Illustrious Virtue. Probably over ninety percent of the continent’s top experts have arrived!"

"Hmph. Huo Yuhao is too young and arrogant. Against Long Xiaoyao, he’s more likely to lose than win. Not to mention the Holy Spirit Cult lurking in the shadows—unless he truly has a powerful master behind him..."

"Watch your words!"

As the sun climbed higher into the sky, and the appointed time of the duel drew closer, more and more experts gathered.

From above, every mountain peak was occupied by a different faction.

Until suddenly—

the previously noisy discussions fell completely silent.

One after another, all eyes suddenly turned toward the north.

"He’s here!"