Chapter 303 Live Broadcast of the Heavenly Trial? Those Who Were Hurt by Tang San!
"No--!!
Let me go!
Tang San struggled desperately, but the blood-red chains tightened more and more.
It was deeply embedded in his body, sealing off every inch of his meridians.
The power of the sea god surged wildly within his body, yet he remained motionless, like a caged beast.
However, just as Wei Tianchen was pulling on the chains, preparing to drag Tang San away from the battlefield...
Tang San froze abruptly.
He raised his head and stared intently at the empty space above him.
There, where the sky once hung, is now empty.
"Wait...wait..."
Tang San's voice suddenly changed, no longer filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Instead, it carried a strange, almost absurd... bewilderment.
"Why?"
Tang San muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it were being forced out from deep in his throat.
"I've already lost... My divine artifact... is gone..."
"Why...why hasn't the heavens descended to deliver their judgment?!"
Wei Tianchen paused.
He turned around, looked at Tang San's distorted and confused face, and frowned slightly.
Tang San, however, seemed to have grasped at some lifeline, and his voice suddenly rose:
"rule!
The rules of the sky!
"In every battle of the gods, the victor is rewarded and the loser is punished!"
Strip him of his divine status, strip him of his martial spirit, strip him of everything!
"But what about me now?!"
He frantically yanked at the chains binding him, which tightened even further, and golden divine blood seeped from the wounds, but he was completely unaware.
"The divine position still exists!"
The divine power remains!
I'm alive!!"
"This is not fair!"
This is against the rules!
Tang San's voice was almost manic, echoing across the empty battlefield of the gods.
A twisted, almost morbid expectation flashed in his eyes.
"Judgment!"
It's time for judgment!
"Take away my divine status!"
Deprive me of my divine power!
Turn me into a cripple!
"Just like Ning Rongrong, just like Dai Mubai, just like Xiao Wu!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the expression on his face was completely distorted.
It wasn't fear, it wasn't anger, but a kind of... longing.
They longed to be judged.
A desire to be deprived.
It longs to be destroyed.
Because only in that way could he prove it.
The heavens are impartial, rules exist, and order is eternal.
As long as the rules remain, he still has a chance to turn things around.
As long as order is maintained, he can rebuild everything from the ruins.
But...
Nothing happened.
The void remained silent.
The sky curtain did not appear.
The verdict was not delivered.
No punishment came.
Only Wei Tianchen stood in front of him, looking at him with an extremely complicated expression.
There was disdain and mockery in his eyes, but more than anything, there was a chilling...pity.
"Tang San, oh Tang San..."
Wei Tianchen spoke slowly, his voice soft, yet it struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?"
He released his grip on the chains, letting Tang San collapse limply in the ruins.
Then, he crouched down and looked at the once arrogant god-king at eye level.
"The reason the heavens do not deliver their judgment is not because they have forgotten."
"But because—"
Wei Tianchen extended a finger and gently touched Tang San's brow.
There, the mark that once bore the trident of Poseidon is now so dim that it is almost invisible.
"You don't deserve to be judged at all."
Tang San's pupils contracted violently.
"Trial is a punishment for the strong."
Wei Tianchen's voice was as cold as iron, each word like a chilling wind blowing from the deepest hell.
"Ning Rongrong lost, so she was stripped of her divine position; that was a judgment."
"Dai Mubai lost, so his cultivation was abolished; that was a judgment."
"Xiao Wu lost, so she was stripped of her Asura Godhood. That was also a judgment."
"Because they once possessed it, losing it is what makes it a punishment."
Wei Tianchen stood up, looking down at Tang San with a cruel smile on his lips.
"But what about you?"
"Your Asura Godhood was stolen."
"Your position as the god of the sea was obtained through deception."
"Your super artifact was stolen."
"Your friends were obtained through scheming."
"Your lover was someone you used."
"Your child is a tool."
"Your parents are the fuel."
With each word Wei Tianchen spoke, Tang San's face grew paler. In the end, his face was ashen white, devoid of any color.
"You've never truly owned anything."
"so--"
Wei Tianchen reached out, grabbed the chain, pulled Tang San up from the ground, and brought him in front of him.
"The heavens will not refrain from judging you."
"But you, Tang San, have never been worthy of being judged from beginning to end."
These words were like the last straw, completely breaking down Tang San's last defenses.
"No...no...that's not how it is..."
Tang San shook his head desperately, trying to refute, but found that he couldn't even utter a single word of defense.
Because what Wei Tianchen said was true.
Everything revealed by the sky screen is true.
He truly never owned anything.
"You...you all..."
Tang San's voice suddenly became extremely weak, as if it were the last breath squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
"What...what do you want to do with me...?"
Wei Tianchen looked at him and remained silent for a moment.
Then, he raised his head and looked ahead.
I don't know when.
Suddenly, a grand hall appeared.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and others who had been hurt by Tang San were all teleported here.
Inside the door, Xiao Wu's figure was fading away, while Dai Mubai and the others looked at her with unfamiliarity and disgust.
Further away, Huo Yuhao, filled with boundless rage, soared into the sky from the lower realm.
"I have said that your judgment does not belong to me."
Wei Tianchen withdrew his gaze, looked at Tang San, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
Let's go.
He pulled on the chains, dragging Tang San along, step by step, towards the direction of the Peerless God Realm.
"Let those you have truly hurt decide your fate."
"Let Huo Yuhao judge you."
"Let Xiao Wu pronounce your judgment."
"Let all living beings in the Douluo Starfield witness your end."
"This is what you, Tang San, truly deserve—"
"The final judgment."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Tianchen yanked the chain.
Tang San's body was uncontrollably dragged forward.
"Bang--!!!"
With a dull thud, Tang San crashed heavily onto the cold ground.
The crimson chains rattled and clattered, embedding themselves deeply into every joint of his divine body, pinning him firmly to the center of the hall.
Countless eyes were watching him from all around.
Those eyes held anger, grief, disappointment, and contempt.
Every gaze was like a poisoned blade, viciously stabbing into his body.
Xiao Wu stood at the very front.
Her figure was almost transparent, as if she might disappear into the wind at any moment.
That once lively and pretty face is now nothing but a deathly pale white.
She looked at Tang San, her lips moving slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
(End of chapter)