Chapter 419: Regret? Then fall into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and regret it every day

Tang An sat up and looked at Wang Maolin in the hall, her eyes full of the mockery of using power to oppress others.

"Speak, who do you want to invite? I'll invite them, and you can report."

Wang Maolin now knew that it was impossible for him to succeed in reporting her for patricide.

He immediately wanted to crawl to Tang An. "Daughter."

"Daughter, I am your father."

But before he could crawl over, he was poked by Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear, which sent him reeling back.

After Wang Maolin got up in a sorry state, he continued to crawl toward Tang An.

However, this time, under Nezha's murderous gaze, he didn't dare to get too close, only daring to stop at the closest possible distance.

"Father knows he was wrong, Father knows he treated you poorly in the past. Father will change in the future; you can tell Father how you want me to change, how I can atone for my sins."

"Can you forgive Father once? Just once, and it will be the last time, okay?"

The word "Father" spoken from his mouth made Tang An's expression move slightly.

If he had said these words when she was three years old, how good that would have been.

If he had said these words when she was ten years old, she would have chosen to forgive him.

If he had said these words when she was eighteen, she wouldn't have been left helpless, begging people everywhere to borrow money to treat her grandmother.

Now he finally said it, but it was after he had died, after he had no way to report her, and out of a fear of death that he finally said these words.

Late, too late...

Tang An stood up and walked toward him, using her pressure to pin him to the ground so he couldn't crawl up.

She looked down at her biological father, with whom she had severed ties, her eyes filled with hatred, yet also brimming with tears.

"Wang Maolin, you and I should have been the closest kin in the world. Yet because I was a girl, you abandoned me the moment I was born."

"We are father and daughter; they say a daughter is a father's little padded jacket, the closest to the father. But I tried to get close to you many times, begging for a tiny bit of fatherly love, yet you cursed me with such ugly words."

"You just felt that I was a girl and couldn't carry on the family line for your Wang family. You looked down on women from the bottom of your heart, thinking I would have no ability in the future and couldn't bring you the glory and pride that a son could."

"But do you know? I disappeared for a period of time and went to a place full of gods and demons."

"I arrived there all alone, adapted to the environment, experienced life and death, and was calculated and used by various forces. Yet I grew rapidly and reached a peak that ordinary people could hardly reach."

"I, Tang An, killed the Buddha and challenged the Heavenly Dao. I am a disciple of one of the Three Pure Ones, and the disciples behind me are the best of the Three Realms."

"I am ranked among the immortals and have become the Princess Chang'an of the Three Realms. Wherever I am in the Three Realms, they must treat me with courtesy."

Tang An spoke of these glories, but in her heart, there was an inseparable bitterness.

"If you hadn't abandoned me, whether in the past, present, or future, you could have enjoyed my merit as Tang An's father and received the respect and preferential treatment of the beings of the Three Realms."

"The glory I could bring you is the supreme glory of the Three Realms!"

"But you, Wang Maolin, you just had to play a good hand of cards into a complete mess."

Tang An shed a tear, and her gaze changed from bitterness to ruthlessness.

"From today on, you will fall into the Eighteen Levels of Hell for all eternity, never to be reincarnated."

Hearing Tang An's words, even if Yama didn't understand the ins and outs, he knew what decision to make.

After all, Tang An's style of doing things was known to the Three Realms. She seemed unreliable, but she was the most sentimental.

To be able to hate her own biological father to this extent, one could see how excessive he must have been in his life.

"Men."

"No, no." Wang Maolin crawled up, grabbing the hem of Tang An's skirt.

"Daughter, I am Father, I am Father."

"Have you forgotten? I... I used to..." He wanted to talk about how good he had been to Tang An in the past to make her heart soften. But he couldn't name a single thing.

"Child, Father knows he was wrong, Father really regrets it. Give me another chance, Father swears, Father will definitely make it up to you."

"If I don't keep my word, you can send me to hell, I will have no complaints, child."

His tone was so sincere, and the regret in his eyes was so real.

Tang An looked down at him and kicked him away again.

"You are not only regretting, you are also afraid. You are afraid of death, and even more afraid of endless torture."

"And your regret is that you should have enjoyed endless wealth and glory, yet ended up in such a miserable state."

"You want to be good to me, not because you want to be good to me from the bottom of your heart. It's because you want to use my obsession with fatherly love to suppress me and absorb all the value from me."

"And then, you would kick me away without hesitation, just like before."

"No, I won't, I swear, I swear I absolutely won't!" Wang Maolin eagerly wanted to prove himself.

Tang An sneered at him. "Wang Maolin, I crave family affection, but I am not a fool."

"Or rather, I should thank you. Without your heartlessness, how could I have suffered so much hardship and forged such a resilient mind?"

"And my thank-you gift is to send you to the gates of hell, letting you enjoy torture a hundred times more painful than mine for all eternity."

After saying this, Tang An vanished from before him. When she appeared again, it was on the Judge's skull throne.

Yama nodded at Tang An, understanding her meaning and guaranteeing that he could do it. Moreover, he would give Wang Maolin special "preferential treatment" and would never let her down.

Seeing that Tang An was not soft-hearted at all and did not intend to let him go, Wang Maolin became anxious.

He tore off his disguise and cursed Tang An.

"You really are a money-losing good with a mother but no upbringing!"

"You are so ruthless to your own father, you deserve to be lonely and helpless for the rest of your life!"

"Even if I die, I will..."

The things he cursed, he dared to curse, but Yama didn't dare to listen.

Yama was afraid that Tang An would take her anger out on the Underworld in a fit of rage. So before Wang Maolin could finish speaking, Yama directly sent him down.

Nezha looked at Tang An. "Why didn't you let me do it? Such a person shouldn't be alive, not even his soul should be left!"

Tang An looked into the distance and said slowly, "But letting his soul scatter is really too easy for him."

"I just want to see him go into the oil pan, I just want to see him struggling in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, forever shrouded and devoured by despair."

Tang An threw a magic tool to Yama. "This mirror can transmit all his situations in the Underworld in real-time."

"Yama shouldn't let me down, right?"

Yama nodded and bowed in agreement, raising both hands to receive the magic tool, afraid that if he didn't serve this ancestor well, it would implicate the Underworld.

"Don't worry, I, Tang An, still have plenty of good times to enjoy, and I won't take my anger out on others just because of such a piece of trash."

"Of course, this is on the premise that you don't do anything behind my back and deliberately go against me."

Yama was so scared he broke into a sweat and quickly bowed. "This humble one wouldn't dare."

"Since that's the case, I won't bother you anymore. Yama, we'll meet again next time." After saying this, Tang An and the three of them vanished from the Underworld.

"Next time? Let's hope there isn't a next time." Yama wiped his sweat; every time she came, she made him terrified.

"Hmm?"

Yama immediately changed his words. "This humble one means, I always welcome the Princess to visit the Underworld."

"Hmm." Only then was Tang An satisfied and withdrew her divine sense.

Inside a certain funeral home.

The freezer containing Wang Maolin's corpse was opened, and a hand like a withered tree branch took a drop of blood from between his eyebrows, then vanished from the spot.

At the same time, in the Divine Mansion.

Tang An opened her eyes, a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. ===== CHAPTER 420 =====