Chapter 359: The Finale (End)

Chapter 359: The Finale (End)

It's here! It's here!

The Sea God has arrived with his dear mother's... err, no, he's brought his Blue Silver Entanglement!

Du Qianjue´s expression instantly changed into that of an old man with a phone on the subway, with a look of indescribable dread in his eyes.

Tang San is still chasing me, dammit!

Du Qianjue had worried before: if Tang San used his mother's binding technique on him, what could he do? But then he thought, "Come on, he's a God King now, he wouldn't use such a disgusting move." Yet, it seems there's no avoiding it!

Pushed to his limit, Tang San actually resorted to his trump card!

As he crazily unleashed the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San laughed maniacally, "Virtue? Morality? All just fancy words!"

"I only believe in the rule of the victor, in the truth that history is written by the winners! Your laughable ideals are as useless to me as rat droppings in a toilet, so in the end, I will be the one to win!"

"Die!!!"

As he frantically summoned the Blue Silver Emperor to entangle Du Qianjue, Tang San hurled the Sea God Trident he had held back the entire time, aiming straight for Du Qianjue's heart.

Du Qianjue smiled faintly and vanished instantly.

At the same moment, a voice echoed in Tang San's ear: "I think you're right, history is written by the victors. The ten thousand years of lies on Douluo Continent, weren't they written by you, the victor?"

"Except this time, it's my turn!"

Tang San was startled, urgently looking behind him. There he saw Du Qianjue calmly fiddling with his fingers.

"When did he…?"

Looking back to where he had been, there was no sign of Du Qianjue. Only the Blue Silver Emperor vines were wrapped around empty air, and the Sea God Trident had pierced through them, leaving a trail of golden light as it flew off somewhere.

Du Qianjue's expression suddenly turned disdainful: "Come on, you're a God King now. Who still plays your one-move-at-a-time battle games? Do you really think spatial shifting is difficult for me?"

"Can't you grow up? Have you been playing childish games with the God of Destruction for so long that you've forgotten what a real fight is like?"

"Idiot!"

Before Tang San could react, Du Qianjue vanished again, and in the next instant, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed directly into Tang San's face.

What followed was a brutal beating.

Yes, a beating.

Thanks to his unrivaled spatial abilities in the divine realm, Du Qianjue moved through space as freely as a fish in water.

He could appear anywhere with a single thought. Unless someone had a deeper understanding of space than him, they wouldn't even notice the spatial ripples he created, making him flicker around like a ghost.

In just three seconds, Tang San was hit by over a hundred punches from Du Qianjue, the explosive sounds echoing like firecrackers during New Year's.

Du Qianjue was right—Tang San had never encountered a fighting style like this.

All of Tang San's battles relied on brute strength, even when facing opponents like the God of Destruction. His fights always felt like turn-based games, one move at a time, whether on Douluo Continent or in the divine realm. So this series of moves from Du Qianjue left him completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, Tang San felt like he was reliving Ma Hongjun's self-detonation. His entire body was wracked with pain as Du Qianjue kicked him around like a ball in the air.

But this was just the beginning…

After landing three hundred punches on Tang San, Du Qianjue couldn't help but rub his fist.

"Damn, this guy's skin is too thick, my fist's gone numb."

"These wings of yours are really in the way, let's get rid of them." Du Qianjue flashed again, instantly appearing behind Tang San. Grabbing Tang San's Sea God Wings, he planted his feet on Tang San's back and tore them off, flesh and all.

Rip!

Blood sprayed across the sky!

"Whoa, the quality is surprisingly good! Alright, I'll keep them for later use." Du Qianjue, somewhat impressed, decided to hang onto the Sea God Wings.

Otherwise, he had planned to smash those "chicken wings" to pieces.

In fact, Tang San had treasured the Sea God Wings, which had helped him grow stronger by absorbing energy. He had fed them all sorts of treasures after ascending to the divine realm.

After all, they had been with him since his days as a Soul Master, aiding him in countless battles.

Now, Du Qianjue had just ripped them off like nothing!

The excruciating pain nearly caused Tang San to bite through his teeth. Blood poured from his back as he let out a piercing scream.

Those wings were connected to his body, and though they had been altered from an external spirit bone into divine armor, they were still deeply linked to him.

Having them violently ripped away was no different from having his spine torn out!

"My... Sea God Wings..." Tang San, barely staying in the air, saw Du Qianjue holding his shrunken Sea God Wings, examining them with interest.

Hearing Tang San's words, Du Qianjue casually tossed the wings into his necro-plane, then crossed his arms in annoyance. "Your Sea God Wings? These are my Sea God Wings! They don't have your name on them, so whoever has them, owns them."

"Thief!" Tang San coughed up blood in rage.

"Give me back my Sea God Wings! Return them now!"

"You really don't get it, do you? You're about to die, and you're still worried about those chicken wings?" Du Qianjue rolled his eyes, then appeared behind Tang San again, grabbing his head and slamming him into the ground.

And the spot where he landed…

It was right in the center of Du Qianjue's army.

"Come on, everyone! If you've got a grudge, take your turn. No need to rush, everyone gets a shot!" Du Qianjue tossed the half-dead Tang San aside, then clapped his hands and called out to the people around him.

Hearing Du Qianjue's words, everyone's eyes lit up.

Finally, it was their turn! (Joy)

"I'll go first! I want to be the first!" Tang Ya jumped out, her eyes full of malice as she looked at Tang San.

"Alright, you go first!" Du Qianjue waved his hand grandly.

Dressed in a blue-green gown, Tang Ya stepped forward gracefully, raising her right hand slightly. A Blue Silver Emperor plant began to grow in her palm, filled with the vitality of life, radiating the energy of plants.

Sensing the aura she exuded, even the plants around her began to sway slightly, sending out faint spiritual waves of closeness and joy.

Du Qianjue laughed, "Tang San, it looks like the Tang Sect disciple you disdain is more worthy of the Blue Silver Emperor than you, the so-called 'founder of the Tang Sect'!"

Then Du Qianjue muttered quietly, "A traitor who stole inner sect techniques can become the founder of the Tang Sect? The world really has gone mad."

Pfft!

Already gravely wounded, Tang San spat blood again, his face filled with hatred and madness.

Although Du Qianjue had muttered, everyone present was a god! His "quiet mumble" was as loud as shouting through a megaphone to them.

"You can't die yet! If you die, there will be no one to bear the full brunt of my anger…" Tang Ya smiled sweetly, though the murderous intent in her words was impossible to hide.

"Whip him, beat him to death with your Blue Silver Emperor!" Du Qianjue shouted, egging her on.

Tang Ya smiled slightly, and the Blue Silver Emperor in her hand grew into a vine more than a meter long. Under her control, it wove itself into the shape of a whip.

Tang Ya's Blue Silver Emperor was different from Tang San's. Hers had no thorns, and both the vines and the leaves were adorned with blue-golden patterns, exuding a rich life force.

When Tang San looked at his own Blue Silver Emperor, it seemed like a strange imitation.

"You useless fool, do you see this? This is the real Blue Silver Emperor!" Tang Ya, intoxicated, lifted her long whip, inhaling the life force it emitted, her face flushed with an unhealthy redness.

Then...

Tang Ya, wearing blue high heels, stepped directly on Tang San's face. Raising the whip in her hand, she crazily lashed his body.

The powerful whip brought pain to Tang San, but at the same time, the life energy within it healed him, causing a numb and itchy sensation to spread through his body.

The stark contrast between pain and itchiness left Tang San in a state between life and death.

But the worst part for Tang San was the humiliation.

A woman with a mere Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, someone who was nothing more than a tool in his original plan, had dared to step on his face and attack him with her lowly Blue Silver Grass?

But he had already been crippled by Du Qianjue, and with her high heel on his face, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, only able to twitch uselessly.

Were it not for the last shred of dignity holding him together, Tang San would have been rolling on the ground in agony!

"Oh hohoho, hahahaha…" Tang Ya let out a villainous laugh, her whip striking with even more force.

"Sister Lexuan, come join me!" Tang Ya giggled, waving to Zhang Lexuan.

Zhang Lexuan silently nodded, summoning countless moon blades. Each pair of blades formed a semi-circular arc, embedding themselves into Tang San's limbs and neck, pinning him to the ground.

She knew her strength wasn't enough to pierce Tang San with the moon blades, but...

Who said that severe injuries were the most painful?

Sometimes, wounds that aren't fatal feel like dull blades slowly slicing through flesh, leaving one in excruciating agony!

And just like that, under Tang Ya's whip, every time Tang San twitched, the moon blades cut into his skin. The blades weren't sharp enough to sever his body, but they did tear through his skin.

It was like sandpaper grinding his flesh!

Within moments, Tang San's hands, feet, and neck were oozing with fine beads of blood.

The more he struggled, the deeper the cuts from the moon blades became!

And Zhang Lexuan's next move made all the male gods present instinctively clench their legs, their faces filled with terror.

Zhang Lexuan actually reshaped the moon blades into a small ball covered in countless barbs!

"I hope you like this gift, Tang San, from me, Lexuan, on behalf of the Ten Thousand Year Shrek," Zhang Lexuan said softly, lowering her gaze before casually tossing the barbed ball.

The ball spun rapidly in the air before landing between Tang San's legs. His clothes around that area instantly tore apart, and the barbs began intimately connecting with Tang San's most sensitive part.

"...!!!" Tang San's eyes nearly popped out of his head, veins bulging in his whites, his face twisted in a grotesque expression that revealed his torment.

"Steel wire... no, the Happy Ball?" Du Qianjue widened his eyes, staring at Zhang Lexuan in disbelief.

"Senior Sister, how did you come up with such a 'wonderful' form of punishment?"

Zhang Lexuan blushed deeply and quickly turned away, her usual cold demeanor vanishing.

Du Qianjue was speechless, but Zhang Lexuan said nothing, so no one knew how she came up with such an outrageous method.

Seeing her cold, fairy-like beauty, many single male gods had initially admired Zhang Lexuan, but after witnessing this, they all gave up any romantic thoughts in unison.

Not worth the risk, definitely not!

"Can it be my turn now?" a raspy voice suddenly rang out, and the crowd parted, revealing the tall, slender, and deadly figure of the Demon Queen, now transformed into a wailing banshee.

Her current form was the very definition of cold, elegant, and terrifying.

"Of course, Senior Sister and Little Ya, you can step back now. Leave the rest to the Demon Queen," Du Qianjue said with a smile, "Just remember to leave him alive, don't let him die!"

"Bi Ji, watch him. If Tang San's about to die, heal him. Keep him hanging on!"

Bi Ji nodded, following the Demon Queen towards Tang San.

Tang Ya and Zhang Lexuan retracted their whip and moon blades, as for the Happy Ball...

It had already served its purpose. Tang San would never feel joy again. His mangled lower body no longer had a "Little Tang San."

Du Qianjue thought that if Xiao Wu were resurrected, she wouldn't be calling Tang San "Third Brother" anymore, but "Third Sister."

"Tang San...!" the Demon Queen's eyes burned with hatred, her teeth sharpening into fangs.

She wasn't joking. She had come to the Divine Realm to eat Tang San's flesh and drink his blood!

Just as the Demon Queen was about to strike, Huo Dongxue stepped forward, her cold gaze fixed on Tang San: "Where is my mother? Where have you hidden her soul?"

Barely conscious, Tang San struggled to turn his head. When he saw Huo Dongxue's face, his pupils quaked.

"Bi... Bi Dong?" Tang San was filled with disbelief, but he quickly shook his head, "No, no, you're not her, you're..."

"Huo Yuhao?"

"It's impressive that you still remember me. But I'm no longer Huo Yuhao, I'm Huo Dongxue," she said coldly.

"Huo Dongxue... Bi Dong, Qian Renxue..." Tang San's eyes flashed with coldness. He hadn't forgotten his old enemies.

To be honest, when he first saw Huo Dongxue, he was a little scared. After all, she bore a striking resemblance to Bi Dong, and the aura of the Rakshasa God surrounding her made Tang San mistake her for Bi Dong at first.

Why was he scared?

Because he had once been killed by Bi Dong!

That memory of death still haunted Tang San, and he couldn't help but feel a shadow of fear towards Bi Dong.

As for the name Huo Dongxue, Tang San immediately associated it with Bi Dong and Qian Renxue.

This made his hostility toward Huo Dongxue even stronger, but...

Maybe he could use her for something?

Tang San grinned, thinking he could manipulate Huo Dongxue for his own plans.

"I know your mother? That lowly servant? Of course, her soul was shattered when I had no more use for you!"

"Originally, if you had still been the Child of Fate, I might have revived her. But now that you've been replaced and serve no more purpose, why would I bother?"

"As for her, a mere ant, I crushed her with ease."

Tang San's face was full of mockery and contempt, gesturing towards Du Qianjue: "See that? He's the real Child of Fate, and you're just a pitiful puppet, discarded after being replaced!"

Tang San's words were laced with venom, and Huo Dongxue's face turned bright red with fury.

Du QianJue watched with interest, curious to see how this would play out. Would Huo Dongxue be swayed by Tang San's words to join forces against him?

If she turned on him, he didn't mind.

Such was the confidence that came with strength. Even if Huo Dongxue rebelled, many present could subdue her with a single hand.

But Huo Dongxue didn't disappoint him. Clenching her fist, a massive Rakshasa scythe appeared in her hand, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she prepared to behead Tang San.

"What are you doing?" the Demon Queen asked, frowning as she blocked Huo Dongxue.

"I'm going to kill him!" Huo Dongxue seethed with rage.

"Many have a grudge against him. If you want revenge, you'll have to get in line!" the Demon Queen sneered, her sharp teeth glinting with malice.

"I told you, I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood! Until I've given him enough torment, you can't kill him!" The Demon Queen inhaled deeply, suppressing her urge to kill.

"Ha, Tang San, do you really think such a low-level tactic will work? Whether or not I'm this so-called 'chosen one of destiny,' or whether or not I've been replaced, is irrelevant," Huo Dongxue said, lifting Tang San with her scythe and suspending him in midair.

"What I do know is that it's you, this filthy rat, who has been controlling my life. It's you, this scum, who killed my mother!"

Then, in her cold voice, she said, "Suffer endlessly—Rakshasa Curse!"

A terrifying female figure with a twisted face appeared behind Huo Dongxue and screeched as she dove into Tang San's body.

"This is my power as the Rakshasa God. It amplifies his pain and fear a thousandfold. I'll leave him to you now. Don't disappoint me," Huo Dongxue remarked, retrieving her scythe as she turned to face the Demon Queen.

The Demon Queen paused for a moment, before a wicked smile appeared on her face. "Don't worry, I won't let him die that easily!"

For the first time, fear appeared on Tang San's face.

This fear only made the Demon Queen more excited. Her body trembled with ecstasy, as if she were experiencing some twisted pleasure.

"Yes, this is the face I wanted to see!" The Demon Queen traced Tang San's face with her sharp nails, laughing madly. "Tang San, Sea God! For thousands of years, I've dreamed of seeing you like this!"

"Do you remember, a thousand years ago, how you ruthlessly killed my husband and absorbed his spirit ring and bones? Now, after all these years, I'm here to exact revenge! I'll devour you, bit by bit, and let you feel the same agony you caused him!"

"No... I am the Sea God! You filthy sea creatures... how dare you desecrate a god?!" Tang San shouted desperately.

To this, the Demon Queen replied simply, "Sorry, I don't believe in gods!"

With that, the Demon Queen, who had transformed into a monstrous wailing banshee, opened her hands, revealing mouths full of sharp teeth.

Combined with her already horrifying large jaws…

Tang San: …

"No..."

"Stay away!"

"Don't come any closer!!!!"

But his struggles were in vain. The crazed Demon Queen was beyond reason. She pounced on Tang San, gripping his legs tightly, as the mouths in her hands began tearing at the flesh on his legs.

And as for her, she viciously bit into his abdomen.

The sound of tearing flesh and spraying blood echoed through the air, accompanied by Tang San's desperate screams.

The scene was unbearable—made worse by the Rakshasa Curse, which amplified Tang San's pain and fear exponentially. At this point, he was convulsing in agony, sobbing uncontrollably.

Except for the still-feeding Demon Queen, everyone else turned away.

It wasn't that they felt pity for Tang San—he deserved far worse. They turned away because the sight was simply too grotesque to bear.

Anyone watching would feel sick to their stomach.

Except for one person.

Tang Wutong.

She didn't turn away. Instead, she stood coldly, staring at Tang San. A silver-purple glow flickered on her right hand as her killing intent gradually intensified.

Tang San saw Tang Wutong's unusual behavior, and in his desperate eyes, a glimmer of hope appeared.

"Wu... Tong…"

"Save... Daddy..."

"I know I was wrong before... Help me out, and I'll be a good father from now on!"

Tang San's words made things worse. The more he spoke, the less Tang Wutong could contain her fury. The light in her hand suddenly intensified, forming a massive silver axe.

"[Signal Axe!]"

Du Qianjue's playful, slightly robotic voice interrupted the scene, and the onlookers turned their puzzled eyes toward him.

'What's he up to now?' Their eyes seemed to ask.

"Just watch!" Du Qianjue chuckled mischievously.

Upon seeing the axe, Tang San suddenly felt a surge of fear. It was a sense of doom—a feeling that something was inherently wrong, especially because the person wielding the axe was his daughter!

"No, I can't die! I am the Sea God! I'm the leader of the Tang Sect!" In a desperate frenzy, Tang San managed to punch the Demon Queen off him and tried to flee.

Tang Wutong lifted the axe, her body glowing with ten spirit rings. The ninth ring lit up as an immense amount of energy gathered in her hand, forming a small, specialized device.

Without hesitation, she attached it to the axe, and at the same time, a red light lit up on the axe's blade.

"[Finishing move ready!]"

"[Hold on a second!]"

With Du Qianjue's humorous robotic voice, Tang Wutong slammed the axe into the ground, causing chains to erupt and bind Tang San, holding him in place.

"No, no! Wutong, I'm your father! You can't kill me!" Tang San shouted hoarsely, terror in his voice.

Ding—

"[It's ready now!]"

Tang Wutong pulled the axe from the ground, her icy expression softening into a chilling smile.

"It says, it's ready!" she whispered.

"?"

"Stop! Stop! I'm the great Sea God, how can I die like this?!"

As Tang San desperately tried to plead for his life, Tang Wutong remained emotionless. She lifted the axe high above her head and then swung it down with immense force, a brilliant purple light tracing its path as it cleaved through the air and struck Tang San's neck.

"[Final strike of filial piety!]"

Crack!

Tang San's head was severed cleanly, his eyes wide open in perpetual fear.

"A final strike of filial piety? That's what you came up with?" the God of Destruction stared at Du Qianjue, his face showing disbelief.

Even the Goddess of Life couldn't help but laugh at the irony.

"A final strike of filial piety... That's quite something!"

"Hehe, having Tang Wutong personally put an end to Tang San's evil and tormented life—isn't that the ultimate act of filial piety?" Du Qianjue grinned, reaching out to grab a ghostly figure from Tang San's corpse.

Tang San's spirit!

"Teacher, he's yours now. Make sure he enjoys his stay in the Eternal Tower!" Du Qianjue laughed as he tossed the spirit to Electrolux.

Electrolux raised an eyebrow, skillfully catching the spirit and locking it away in the Eternal Tower.

"Don't worry, I'm a pro at this," Electrolux smirked.

Tang Wutong silently gazed at her father's lifeless face, a bitter smile creeping onto her lips.

"Goodbye... father."

"And goodbye to..."

"My weakness."