Chapter 378: Surging Fury

Tsk!

Feeling irritated, Tang Wulin clicked his tongue in his mind and forced himself to hold back the urge to sigh.

He had tried many times just now, yet could not break through the opponent's spiritual awareness defense.

Now he was certain that the Qian Kun Wenqing Valley never intended him to pass the third trial; the other side maliciously wanted him to die here.

He didn't know how Huo Yutong was doing; her answer in the first round shouldn't have angered the opponent, right? Tang Wulin couldn't help worrying about his lover.

For some reason, since just now, he and Huo Yutong could not communicate; although the channel remained, no sound could reach the other's mind.

Mechanically pulling the Golden Dragon Spear from an inner‑court teacher's body, Tang Wulin felt his fury rise like a swelling tide.

Within this illusion, his strength made a qualitative leap; anyone before him was merely a comparable foe.

If he had possessed such strength before, he would surely be delighted, but in this illusion he only wants to find someone to kill him quickly.

At some point the flames had surrounded him; the fire attack he unleashed when killing a student had completely ignited the entire Shilake Academy, and the terrifying blaze seemed to be growing ever more intense.

His body already stained with the blood of countless people, Tang Wulin still didn't stop, charging toward Haishen Dao.

When he set foot on Haishen Dao and saw the first enemy before him, his heart throbed uncontrollably, and his entire Sea of Spirit began to surge violently.

Blocking his path was an old man seated in a wheelchair.

A platinum‑colored robe, a stooped frame, an aged yet familiar face—this was his deceased teacher Mu En.

Although he knew this wasn't the living Mu En, the thought of what he was about to do made Tang Wulin feel a violent nausea that drove him nearly mad.

Mu En's once‑kind face was now cold; he stared at him, raised his hand, and a golden beam surged toward him.

The energy within the beam was intense, yet Tang Wulin ignored Mu En's attack, flapped the dragon wings on his back, launched like an arrow, thrust the Golden Dragon Spear forward, instantly piercing Mu En's chest.

"No—!"

Tang Wulin felt his inner self roar, yet he still could not regain control of his body.

At that moment, a woman's voice rang in his mind.

"You actually killed your teacher; what a grave sin. With you like this, do you even have the face to live in this world?"

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth in his heart and replied:

"Stop spouting nonsense; this is an illusion, and it's your hand that controls my movements!"

"The words are correct," the woman chuckled. "But who told you that you couldn't break free of my control? If you can't even escape my control, doesn't that show your respect for your teacher is just that little? Since that's the case, you obviously must bear the responsibility, right?"

Having said that, she sighed.

"Alas, it seems you still don't understand your situation. Fine, let you kill a few more of those close to you, and perhaps you'll finally see your own heart."

The voice faded, and Tang Wulin felt his body move uncontrollably once again.

He sped toward the center of Haishen Dao, charging into the Sea God Pavilion.

Along the way, he encountered acquaintances he knew.

Bei Bei, Xu San Shi, He Caitou, Jiang Nannan…

Xuanzi, Song Lao, Lin Lao, Zhuang Lao…

Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, Qian Duoduo, Cai Meier…

The people blocking him were slain one by one—pierced by his long spear, burned by flames, shattered by dragon claws, or obliterated by a massive torrent of blood and qi, leaving no remains. Whether an illusion or not, Tang Wulin felt his hands gradually tremble, and his vision grew increasingly dim.

Each familiar he killed cast a hateful gaze at him in their final moments, as if accusing him, questioning why he did this.

He knew these were merely phantoms and shouldn't weigh on his heart, yet he couldn't help feeling disgusted, his loathing for the one behind Qian Kun Wenqing Valley deepening.

He rarely despised anyone so much; this was his first time witnessing such a vile pleasure of treating others' most treasured things as toys.

At that moment, he was stunned, and even the raging anger surging within him ceased to grow.

In the center of the Sea God Pavilion, he suddenly saw someone he had never seen before.

She was a frail woman, as if a gust could topple her, yet her brows held an indescribable strength.

For some reason, Tang Wulin felt she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

Before he could recall where, he briskly lunged forward and thrust his Golden Dragon Spear.

The woman was clearly ordinary; faced with his high‑speed assault, she couldn't even muster a basic reaction before being pierced by the spear.

Gushing blood spewed from her mouth, splashing onto Tang Wulin and making his own scent of blood even stronger.

Tang Wulin couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow.

Now only he and the woman remained in this illusion, and she was clearly out of breath, unable to live much longer.

According to the rules, once this woman dies while he hasn't broken free of control, he fails the trial and must die here.

But now he couldn't find any way to escape control, only watching in despair as the woman's breath grew weaker.

"I'm sorry, Yutong, it seems I can no longer continue walking with you."

After silently apologizing to his lover in his heart, Tang Wulin gave up the struggle.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded; Tang Wulin turned and saw someone burst into the Sea God Pavilion.

The person was incredibly familiar—Huo Yutong, whom he had just been missing.

What? Could he also intend to kill her? Tang Wulin first felt a surge of anger, but the next moment he sensed something was off.

The first oddity was Huo Yutong's condition.

She gasped heavily, looking extremely weak, her body splattered with blood, eyes weary, and she clutched a blood‑red dagger.

More strangely, he could feel the unique bond between them emanating from Huo Yutong.

Although the voice still couldn't reach her mind, it was clear this was the real Huo Yutong.

She stared blankly at him, murmuring his name in disbelief.

"Wu... Lin...?"

Tang Wulin suddenly realized how unsightly he now looked, like a murderer.

He instinctively tried to explain, but Huo Yutong's next words left him utterly stunned.

"Mom... Mom...?"

(End of chapter)