Soul Land 2: Body Sect

Chapter 319: Tang Hao Dies

This familiar sensation was once felt by Du Qianjue on Ye Guyi. It was an aura filled with sanctity and light. On this sphere of light, Du Qianjue sensed strong divine fluctuations, a highly condensed state of divine power that seemed to be drawing him to merge it into his body. "The shattered divine seat of Qian Renxue…" Du Qianjue murmured softly.

Gradually, the chaotic divine power in his hands converged and merged into the orb of light, which slowly transformed and eventually took the shape of a small angel wearing a golden dress, with six wings spread behind, long hair reaching her waist, a perfect face, and hands joined in prayer in front of her chest.

The divine seat was already present, and Du Qianjue's chaotic divine power was just right to rebind the shattered divine seat. Although golden cracks densely covered the divine seat, it was at least preliminarily repaired.

Looking at the tiny angel in his hands, Du Qianjue fell silent for a long time before placing it inside the chaos eye on his forehead.

The arrangement of the divine seat still needed careful planning. The shattered divine seat, even though preliminarily rejoined by Du Qianjue, no longer held the level of a first-tier god. After all, it had been severely damaged, continuously corrupted by time over thousands of years, and lacked the replenishment of believers' faith.

Now, the angel's divine seat was at best that of a third-tier god. Restoring the angel's divine seat to its former glory wouldn't be easy.

At this moment, a small light orb actively flew to Du Qianjue, fluttering joyously up and down. "Plane consciousness? We meet again!" Du Qianjue grinned and lightly touched it with his finger.

[Are… you here… to help… me?] The plane consciousness conveyed its thoughts intermittently. It wasn't struggling with communication due to suppression; rather, it was tightly suppressing Tang Hao, which made speaking somewhat difficult.

However, Du Qianjue could still feel the strong hope in its thoughts. Any being that develops consciousness has an instinct to survive. The plane consciousness didn't want to be replaced either.

"Of course, I've come to fulfill my promise!" Du Qianjue nodded with a smile, "But I can only help you deal with Tang Hao first. Tang San will need some more time before he has enough strength to handle him."

"But don't worry, he won't be jumping around for much longer!"

The plane consciousness was excited; it could feel the immense power lurking within Du Qianjue, a power far beyond what it or Tang Hao could contend with. With Du Qianjue's help, Tang Hao was doomed!

[Thank you…!] Gratitude filled the thoughts of the plane consciousness. Not just gratitude towards Du Qianjue, but also towards the Earth's consciousness. Indeed, its fellow beings from other worlds weren't wrong—if it wanted to survive, the only way was to ask an Earthly powerhouse for a traveler, one chosen as a child of destiny, not relying on luck!

[The gravitational waves that can traverse multiple universes are really useful, hehehe…]

(Distant Earth: Ah~ I received the faith of my little brother, spot on. Let's randomly select another big innocent—ah, I mean, send another lucky one to traverse!)

(Someone buying a lottery ticket: ?)

Du Qianjue didn't know that in the blink of an eye, another fellow villager had embarked on a journey to another world. At this moment, he had already located Tang Hao's presence with the plane consciousness.

But Tang Hao's current state… was somewhat difficult to describe.

"Eh, you don't have any special fetishes, do you?" Du Qianjue looked at the man in front of him, bound tightly with various rules and turtle shell bondage, and suddenly felt blinded.

This method of binding, if used on a woman with a curvy figure and stunning features, would naturally be pleasing to the eye. But applied to Tang Hao, who was nearly two meters tall, heavily muscled, with dark, rough skin, and wearing hairy trousers—it seemed quite the sight.

Du Qianjue felt he needed to wash his eyes.

It was hard to imagine whether Tang Hao was conscious when he was bound by the plane consciousness, and even harder to imagine his reaction upon waking up.

In any case, if the roles were reversed, and Du Qianjue were bound in such a manner... He'd probably die right there.

As they returned to Tang Hao's vicinity, the interaction between the plane consciousness and Du Qianjue became much smoother.

[Um, but don't all you humans bind your enemies like this? In my memory, many human women bound in this way could only let men do as they please, being beaten up and crying out without any chance to struggle.]

[Even Tang Hao once willingly let his wife bind him this way, which is really odd.]

[I think this method of binding is quite good, so I used it on Tang Hao!]

The thoughts of the plane consciousness carried a clear and foolish confusion.

Was that being beaten? Was that crying out? Were they unable to struggle?!

Du Qianjue's mouth twitched fiercely, his handsome face visibly turning green.

And moreover...

Tang Hao was really into this kind of play?!

Du Qianjue's gaze suddenly became strange; he hadn't expected Tang Hao, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, to keep up with the trends so well!

"Alright, let him go. I'll take care of the rest!" Du Qianjue chuckled.

Don't think Tang Hao and the plane consciousness were on the same level, merely because the plane consciousness had no offensive capabilities and couldn't deal with Tang Hao's soul.

He had Tang San's divine consciousness on him, and through Tang Hao's ethereal soul, Du Qianjue had already seen the conspicuous trident mark on Tang Hao's forehead, clearly Tang San's handiwork.

Tang Hao's soul strength was barely at the level of divine consciousness, capable of exerting power only up to the level of a divine officer. He had also successfully usurped the plane consciousness and became the master of the plane, enabling him to display the strength of a second-tier god.

Now, in front of Du Qianjue, Tang Hao was as weak and helpless as a soul master without a soul ring facing a Limit Douluo.

Unless a system or some other exceptional entity helped Tang Hao, his death was certain today, and not even Tang San could change that, according to Du Qianjue!

The plane consciousness also trusted Du Qianjue implicitly and promptly removed the turtle shell bondage from Tang Hao, who immediately opened his eyes.

He hadn't forgotten what he was doing; even while his consciousness was suppressed, he could still feel what was happening to his body, though he couldn't move or speak at all.

Thinking about how he had been bound in such a shameful manner by the plane consciousness for several years, Tang Hao's already dark face turned several shades darker.

Tang Hao glared furiously at the plane consciousness, the towering rage and anger making the plane consciousness shudder and quickly hide behind Du Qianjue.

[Why is he so angry? It should be me who's angry; after all, he was trying to usurp me!]

The plane consciousness muttered quietly.

Du Qianjue's mouth twitched again; any normal man, upon learning how he had been bound, would probably die of shame.

And considering Tang Hao's reaction, it was entirely normal, wasn't it?

Tang Hao also followed the plane consciousness's movements and saw Du Qianjue standing in front of it, his expression becoming solemn as he felt the abyssal and terrifying aura emanating from him.

This aura...

He had seen it on only three people before.

Tang San, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong.

This meant that Du Qianjue was at least a first-tier god.

And Du Qianjue's actions clearly aligned with the plane consciousness, not as someone sent by Tang San to help him usurp the plane consciousness.

In a flash of thought, Tang Hao became desperate.

A first-tier god...

Himself, without a divine seat or even a body, barely a soul with divine officer-level strength, what could he do?

Tang Hao was no longer the Tang Hao of old; after following Tang San to the Divine Realm once, he had a rough understanding of the layout and the strength of the many deities there, with the god-king level Tang San being his greatest pride.

The more he knew, the smaller his courage.

Tang Hao no longer possessed the bravery to wield the Haotian Hammer against Qian Renxue or Bibi Dong standing in front of him.

The timidity and cowardice of the Haotian Sect were once again demonstrated.

"Who are you?" Tang Hao's voice was filled with wariness, staring intently at Du Qianjue, "You must also be from the Douluo Continent, right? Perhaps you don't know me, but you must have heard my name!"

"I am Tang Hao, the father of the Sea God Tang San. I ask you to give me and my son Tang San some face and not interfere in this matter!"

By the end, Tang Hao's tone even carried a hint of threat: "Don't think that having the strength of a first-tier god makes you invincible. There are many stronger than you, my son Tang San is the true God-King!"

Tang Hao's words had a clear implication.

For the sake of plane consciousness, offending his son, the Sea God Tang San, wasn't worth it.

Back off!

Du Qianjue was shocked, his expression turning into a cold smile.

"What do you mean? Are you not afraid of my son Tang San? He is the Sea God and the Asura God from ten thousand years ago!" Tang Hao frowned, his tone very displeased.

Of course, Du Qianjue's words also made him realize the danger.

No matter how powerful Tang San was, he couldn't come down from the Divine Realm, while Du Qianjue was right in front of him, able to kill him as easily as flicking a finger.

It wouldn't be much harder than squashing a bug.

"I've already been able to enter the plane space; you don't really think I don't know who you are, do you? Don't know who your son is?" Du Qianjue's face showed undisguised mockery, and a vast and terrifying divine consciousness burst forth, firmly imprisoning Tang Hao in place.

Du Qianjue admired the shock and despair on Tang Hao's face, smiling as he approached him step by step.

The moment he revealed his killing intent, Tang Hao had planned to run away, and while attempting to flee, he also tried to activate the trident at his brow to contact Tang San's divine consciousness.

Just like a true Haotian Sect member, the first thing he thought of in a crisis was to run away, even though thousands of years had passed without any progress.

And it was all in vain.

Tang San himself might indeed be a match for the current Du Qianjue, but just a strand of Tang San's divine consciousness, Du Qianjue could turn it blind.

Even if Tang Hao died, the blind Tang San might not even be able to feel it.

Tang Hao finally panicked.

"Heh, Tang Hao, Tang San, that hypocrite has deceived and manipulated the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years. You know very well what good deeds you've done." Du Qianjue looked coldly at Tang Hao, "Your useless Blue Silver Grass wife is already waiting for you in hell, rest assured, you won't be lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs."

Tang Hao's eyes widened, his veins bulging.

"You... what did you do to A-Yin!"

Under the suppression of Du Qianjue's divine consciousness, Tang Hao was still able to speak, which Du Qianjue hadn't expected.

"Don't blame me for this; your wife wasn't killed by me, I don't have the leisure to deal with her." Du Qianjue curled his lip, "Shrek has already been destroyed, and the Golden Tree also perished in Shrek's destruction."

"You're trying to usurp the plane's master, and A-Yin is trying to usurp the source of life; you two are really doing well, truly rebellious and heretical."

"You two have chosen the path to death!"

A-Yin not dying by Du Qianjue's hand was indeed a bit regrettable, so he didn't mind letting Tang Hao die knowing the truth, as everything had already been said, and it was time for Tang Hao to be on his way.

But killing him just like that would be too wasteful; after all, he was a soul that had evolved a divine consciousness, and Tang Hao could still be useful.

Ding——

Profound darkness instantly enveloped Tang Hao, and as a mere soul, he felt real pain originating from his soul.

Du Qianjue had plenty of means to deal with souls.

Not only was he the inheritor of Electrolux's necromancy, but he also possessed nearly all attributes, casually condensing a divine hand as large as grasping a small kun, and grabbed Tang Hao up.

The divine hand contained destructive and dark divine power, both of which were among the top in terms of damage to souls.

An obscure and profound incantation began in Du Qianjue's mouth, and endless chains of plane rules spontaneously converged in his hands, forming an imposing staff.

As the incantation gradually intensified, Tang Hao's expression became increasingly ferocious, and the divine hand continued to crush his soul.

The chanting of the incantation suddenly stopped.

Tang Hao let out his final scream, his life essence disappearing instantly, leaving only a gray-white soul orb floating in front of Du Qianjue.

Tang Hao, dead!

(End of chapter)

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