Chapter 228 Trying to Run Away? Tang Chen: Please, senior, spare me! I still need to find Xixi!
The icy, bone-chilling seawater, carrying endless darkness, slowly swallowed Tang Chen's battered divine body.
Severe pain.
The pain was excruciating, tearing at the heart and penetrating to the bone.
From every inch of shattered flesh, even from the depths of that cracked, dimly lit divine core.
It relentlessly assaulted Tang Chen's nearly collapsed consciousness.
"Ugh..."
Tang Chen let out a silent wail in his heart, his consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind.
He felt his life force rapidly slipping away.
The Asura God's position, which had just been formed and represented supreme divine power, was now like a deflated balloon, with its divine power leaking out uncontrollably.
It dyed the surrounding seawater red.
coma?
No!
You absolutely must not faint!
Tang Chen bit his tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to force himself to regain some clarity.
He knew very well that once he fell into a coma, true death awaited him, his soul would be scattered, and he would never be reincarnated!
"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled at all!!!"
Tang Chen roared madly in his heart, his once majestic blood-red eyes now filled with resentment and unwillingness.
He's Tang Chen!
He was a legendary figure who led the Haotian Sect from a second-rate sect to become the number one sect in the world!
He is an unparalleled powerhouse who, through his own talent and perseverance, overcame the Nine Trials of Asura and inherited the position of Asura God, one of the five supreme gods of the God Realm!
He should have wielded the supreme artifact, the Asura Demon Sword, reigned supreme over the world, dominated the contemporary era, and made the entire Douluo Continent tremble at his feet!
He should have led his great-grandson Tang San to restore the glory of the Haotian Sect, even destroying the Wei and Qian families, ascending to the God Realm, and creating an immortal legend!
But now...
All these beautiful dreams shattered like bubbles in the hands of that man named Wei Yuan!
Just one strike!
They didn't even glance at him!
Wei Yuan, as if swatting a fly, effortlessly turned this newly promoted God King into a dead dog!
This enormous disparity, this utter humiliation of being completely crushed, was even more unbearable for Tang Chen than the physical pain.
"Why...why did this happen?!"
Tang Chen was filled with resentment and confusion.
But soon, as his consciousness gradually faded, an instinct called "self-comfort" began to grow wildly in his mind.
"Yes...that's right..."
"That Wei Yuan... he's not even human!"
"He is a monster that existed 20,000 years ago! He is an ancient relic that can rival Poseidon, the god of the sea, and even makes Poseidon wary of him!"
Tang Chen felt like he had grasped at the last straw, desperately trying to find excuses for himself:
"He has been planning this for 20,000 years!"
"A foundation built up over 20,000 years!"
"And what about me?"
I've only been a god for less than half a day!
He hasn't even warmed his divine throne, and he hasn't fully mastered his divine skills yet!
"This is not a fair fight at all!"
"Losing to an old monster who has lived for 20,000 years... is not shameful! Not shameful at all!"
"Even if Poseidon were to be resurrected from back then, he probably wouldn't stand a chance against Wei Yuan now!"
Thinking this way, Tang Chen's sense of humiliation miraculously dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of relief.
"That's right, it wasn't a fault of war, it wasn't a fault of war at all!"
"As long as I can survive... as long as I have time to solidify my divine position and fully master the power of the Asura God..."
"By then, it will be too early to tell who will emerge victorious!"
A strong will to survive erupted at that moment.
Tang Chen used his last bit of strength to activate the broken divine core.
It released a faint yet resilient crimson divine power, enveloping its battered body.
He no longer tried to resist, nor did he try to break free of the sea.
Instead, it followed the ocean current, concealed its aura, and, like a real corpse, dived deeper into the ocean.
"Wei Yuan...you just wait!"
"The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"
"As long as I, Tang Chen, have a breath left, I will settle this score with you sooner or later!"
Like a stray dog, Tang Chen held back his last breath and desperately dived into the dark, icy seawater.
However, just when Tang Chen thought he was about to escape and could find a dark corner to eke out a living,
A terrifying aura that made his soul tremble exploded in front of him without warning!
The originally dark seawater was instantly illuminated by a dazzling purple-gold light.
The light did not come from the sun, but from a man.
Wei Yuan.
He floated quietly in the deep sea, without any fluctuation of soul power around him.
Even the seawater did not recede, as if he himself was the master of this ocean, the only truth in this world.
Wei Yuan was toying with the Shura Sword in his hand.
He looked at the disheveled Tang Chen with indifferent eyes, as if he were watching an ant trying to slip through his fingers.
"run?"
Wei Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated the seawater and reached Tang Chen's ears clearly, carrying a hint of mockery:
"Where do you think you can run to in front of me?"
Tang Chen's body suddenly froze.
Despair overwhelmed him completely, like a tidal wave.
He looked at the man in front of him who had knocked him off his pedestal with a single blow.
The newly established psychological defense of "not being guilty of war" collapsed instantly.
"Wei…Wei Yuan…"
Tang Chen's voice trembled, a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
He didn't want to die!
He finally became a god after a lot of hardship!
It wasn't easy to finally stand at the top of the world!
"No...don't kill me!"
At this moment, Tang Chen had lost all semblance of the majesty of the Asura God. He even wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, if he could kneel in the deep sea.
Tang Chen's eyes darted around frantically, desperately searching for a reason that could move the other person:
"Senior Wei Yuan!"
You are a wise and accomplished person from 20,000 years ago, why bother arguing with a junior like me?
"I... the reason I risked my life to become a god was not to dominate the continent, nor was it to oppose you!"
Tang Chen, as if grasping at the last straw, cried out with tears streaming down his face:
"I did it for 'XiXi'!"
It's for Poseidon!
"Back then, I was pursuing her with that old guy Qian Daoliu. She said that she would marry whoever could become a god!"
"For decades, I have suffered endless torment in the Killing City, becoming neither human nor ghost, all for this one promise!"
"I haven't seen her yet, and I haven't told her I did it..."
If I die now, all my efforts in this life, all my love for her, will have been for nothing!
Please!
Please spare my life, for the sake of my deep affection!
I promise I'll avoid you from now on, and I'll never dare to show you the slightest disrespect again!
Despite Tang Chen's tearful and heartfelt confession, Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged.
Even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he wanted to laugh!
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