Chapter 382: The Man Who Was Just One Step Away from Becoming a God

The bloody light on the crimson dagger flared again, this time even enveloping Huo Yutong's entire body.

In an instant, Huo Yutong seemed to see a sea of corpses and blood before her eyes, a fierce killing intent that felt like it wanted to tear her Sea of Spirit apart, ravaging her soul and causing her to add force to the hand gripping the dagger again.

A gentle voice softly said:

"Kill him."

Those words were like a switch; Huo Yutong's eyes turned blood-red, and she fiercely swung down the small hand gripping the dagger.

Tang Wulin's heart almost stopped.

Then, the bloody light flashed, but he felt no pain.

Instead, Huo Yutong slowly collapsed before him.

At the moment just before she would have stabbed him, she changed the direction of her hand and stabbed herself instead.

"No——!"

The shrill voice made Tang Wulin barely realize it was his own; the raging fury finally transformed into a deep-seated hatred, etched deeply into his heart.

His whole body burst with intense light; red, blue, gold, yellow, and cyan poured into his Sea of Spirit, helping him break through that splendid divine consciousness seal.

He hurriedly embraced Huo Yutong's fallen body; a green-gold soul ring rose beside him, and endless life force began to flow into her, hoping to heal her wounds.

However, it was useless; as the bloody light flashed on the dagger plunged into her chest, all that life force was sucked away by it.

Huo Yutong's eyes were tightly shut, her face full of pain, her lovely pretty face growing ever paler.

"!"

Tang Wulin anxiously placed his hand on the dagger; instantly, endless killing intent surged through the dagger into his mind, nearly causing him to lose control.

His whole person instantly fell into anxiety.

No one knew whether pulling the dagger out of Huo Yutong would cause trouble, but if not pulled, it would keep absorbing her life force.

What should he do now? Just then, a familiar voice sounded in his heart, saying a few words.

Upon hearing the other's words, Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, and he fiercely hugged Huo Yutong's delicate frame.

On the other side, Tang San's voice once again echoed in Huo Yutong's mind.

"Is it worth it for you to do this?"

"What's worth it?"

"Of course it's resisting me." Tang San paused, then said lightly: "If I hadn't helped you block it, your heart would already have been pierced; you wouldn't even last a second, let alone be able to talk to me like this."

As he said, just now the dagger, when it was about to touch Huo Yutong's heart, was blocked by a supple force, preventing it from truly harming a vital spot.

Huo Yutong weakly laughed:

"At that time I didn't even think about whether it was worth it; I only knew that if I did what you said, I would surely regret it for the rest of my life."

But now, seeing that Tang Wulin could remain unharmed, she felt everything was worth it.

Hearing her say that, Tang San seemed to have seen something dazzling, and fell into silence.

Huo Yutong painfully gasped twice, then asked in her mind: "Who are you? You're not the God of Love, are you? I don't believe the God of Love would possess such a bloody power."

Whether it was the earlier blue-gold figure or the current blood soul dagger, neither resembled the legendary God of Love's ability. Perhaps thinking she wouldn't live long, Tang San fell silent for a moment, then replied:

"I am Tang San, Hai Shen Tang San."

"——"

Huo Yutong instantly widened her eyes in astonishment.

This answer truly exceeded her expectations.

She really hadn't imagined that the one behind this series of mischievous deeds would be the founder of the Tang Sect, the Hai Shen Tang San who once thwarted the Martial Soul Empire.

According to historical records, he should have been a remarkably upright person, yet I never expected him to do such a disgusting thing.

She had originally thought she would hear the name of some evil god.

Tang San said helplessly: "Ah, what a pity; originally, if you had just done as I said, I could have made you my successor, giving you a bright future, not only granting you power beyond your imagination, but also the authority of one person over ten thousand; now all that is gone, aren't you regretful?"

"No regret."

"Really?"

Tang San pursued relentlessly: "You surely don't think your sacrifice means anything? Let me be frank: even if you now choose to die for him, it's utterly meaningless, because he hasn't passed the third trial; even if you save him now, he'll die immediately for failing the trial, so your effort accomplishes nothing, just wasted labor."

"All this nagging..." Huo Yutong hehe chuckled twice, "You just want me to admit I lost, right? How come, the plan's direction exceeded your expectations, so you became embarrassed and angry, wanting to regain some leeway from me? You just don't like things beyond your control? Your desire for control is too strong, Ancestor Tang San."

"!"

Tang San was instantly left speechless.

As Huo Yutong said, he had always been in a lofty position controlling others, and unconsciously he had developed the habit of keeping everything under his grasp.

Huo Yutong's rebellion this time ruined his plan, so he wanted her to verbally admit she regretted it, thereby proving his plan's correctness.

At this moment his inner thoughts were laid bare by Huo Yutong's words, and he instantly spoke with some embarrassment and anger:

"So what? At least what I just said is fact; you're beyond even a god's saving!"

However, just then, an aged voice suddenly sounded.

"Is that so? I don't think so; at least in the eyes of this old fellow who never truly became a god in life, healing her little wound is no problem at all."

Upon hearing his voice, Huo Yutong finally truly relaxed.

"Old I, you've finally come."

"Hmm, sorry, breaking through his seal took a bit of time."

Ilex said confidently: "But from now on, I will absolutely not let him continue to hurt you and Wulin."

"........ Ignorant." Tang San said coldly: "I don't know how you broke my divine consciousness seal, but in life you were at most a divine official's strength, and now you only retain a wisp of divine consciousness; what qualifies you to contend with me, a god king?"

Ilex did not directly answer his question, but instead asked:

"Where did your weapons and techniques come from? Most likely they were inherited from the previous god, not developed by yourself, right?"

Tang San frowned.

"So what? That doesn't answer the question."

Ilex smiled: "No, it's nothing. I just feel your abilities under your control aren't flexible enough—indeed they're quite rigid, clearly not integrated—so I asked casually. But since your strongest power is inherited from others, that makes it easy. In that case, even someone like me, who has only ever touched a corner of the divine realm, can still oppose you."

(End of chapter)