Chapter 198 Black Tang San: White Tang San is indeed worse than a beast!
The golden light inside the Sea God Temple swayed constantly under the pressure of the God of Destruction and Xiao Wu.
Tang San's heartfelt "heartache" did not ease the atmosphere in the hall; instead, it was like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating even more violent ripples.
Upon hearing Tang San's words, the God of Destruction let out a cold laugh filled with sarcasm.
He stepped forward, the purple lightning around him almost touching Tang San's divine throne, and asked in a chilling tone, "So, Tang San, are you finally going to admit that you were the one who created that divine thought?"
However, Tang San did not show any panic when faced with the imminent pressure of the God of Destruction.
He slowly raised his head, and the desolation in his eyes instantly transformed into an extremely calm rationality.
He looked at the God of Destruction, then at Xiao Wu, whose expression was complex, and asked in an extremely calm tone:
"What does this have to do with me?"
Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.
Not only the God of Destruction, but even Xiao Wu, who had been keeping a close eye on Tang San, was somewhat confused by Tang San's sudden question.
Looking at everyone's reactions, Tang San let out a long sigh, his voice filled with a sense of helplessness at being misunderstood.
He stood up and paced slowly before the throne, his tone becoming extremely serious and logical.
"The reason I said I felt heartbroken is because, as a god, I felt genuine sorrow when I saw that being named 'Tang San' in the White World was so beastly and did something that was completely contrary to the moral standards of gods."
Tang San looked directly into the eyes of the God of Destruction and said, word by word.
"But, Destruction, aren't you mistaken about something? What does what Tang San does in the White World have to do with Tang San in my Black World?"
Before the God of Destruction could refute him, Tang San continued to explain on his own. His speech was slow, but it carried an undeniable sense of certainty.
"The sky screen is already displayed very clearly."
"Although these two planes are similar, they are essentially two completely parallel entities."
"Look at Xuanzi of the White World. With the blessing of the White Order, he has already reached the level of a true God-King and is able to capture divine thoughts across planes."
"And what about Xuanzi of our underworld? He's just a level 98 Super Douluo who's guarding Shrek Academy and even struggling to break through his limits."
"From my perspective, Genji from the underworld is just an ordinary person. That's the difference."
Tang San spread his hands, his expression becoming increasingly frank: "Since the two Xuanzi are completely different, why should we assume that the two Tang San must be the same?"
"Tang San from the White World may be psychologically twisted and despicable, but the evil deeds he committed cannot be attributed to me."
"I am a law enforcer in the underworld, I am Xiaowu's third brother. You can't convict me based on a scene from another dimension that I didn't do."
Xiao Wu was stunned.
Looking at her husband, who was speaking eloquently and whose logic was impeccable, the resolute sense of questioning she had initially felt began to waver slightly due to this "planetary segmentation theory."
The God of Destruction was so angry at Tang San's shameless sophistry that he laughed.
He pointed to the black world image flashing back in the sky and questioned in an extremely harsh tone:
"Okay, so the planes are different, right? When the sky was showing Huo Yuhao's future in the dark world, he failed to pick a flower at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, and he jumped into the lava to harm himself without any hesitation. What do you say about that? Was that also a coincidence? Was there no divine intervention at that time?"
Tang San remained unmoved despite facing this critical question.
He even gave a slightly sympathetic smile and shook his head.
"Destruction, you still don't understand human nature, or rather, you don't understand the essential difference between these two Huo Yuhaos."
Tang San's voice became earnest and serious, as if he were conducting an academic discussion.
"Huo Yuhao from the White World is a disciple of Bai Xuanzi. He has an extremely stable personality and a very calm style of doing things. If it weren't for external interference, he would never have made such an extreme choice to harm himself."
"But Huo Yuhao from the underworld is completely different." Tang San changed the subject, his tone carrying a sense of summarizing an "established fact."
"Huo Yuhao from the underworld is essentially a hopelessly infatuated person."
"He had a difficult childhood and was extremely emotionally deprived, so when he met Wang Dong'er, that love became his only support."
"For Hei Yuhao, who was in an extreme emotional state, jumping into lava for his lover was an inherent part of his personality; he was capable of doing such a thing."
"This is simply a matter of personality; what does it have to do with my divine will?"
The God of Destruction was now completely enraged.
The dark purple light around him surged wildly, and the cloak behind him fluttered even without wind.
He believed that Tang San was talking nonsense, using an extremely despicable word game to cover up the sinful truth.
"Tang San, stop trying to confuse the issue!" the God of Destruction roared.
"It's just my personality? What a wonderful excuse! Do you really think I can't see through your underhanded tricks?"
But Tang San did not back down. Instead, he stepped forward, stared into the eyes of the God of Destruction, and asked in a cold and forceful tone:
"Destruction, you keep saying I did it, then tell me, where's the evidence?"
"Did you find the same divine sense that Bai Shijie had, capable of penetrating dimensions, on me? Did you catch me in the act in Hei Huo Yuhao's sea of consciousness?"
The divine power that the God of Destruction had been gathering momentarily froze.
He's completely finished.
He had to admit that Tang San's actions were indeed shockingly clean.
Although the scene about the dark world was eerie, there was no irrefutable evidence that a god-king level expert like Bai Xuanzi could capture a divine thought on the spot.
At this moment, the Goddess of Life came over and grabbed the arm of the God of Destruction, constantly speaking up for Tang San: "Xiao Zi, you see, what Tang San said makes sense."
"Different planes, different personalities, we really can't blame the Third Brother here just because of the evil deeds of the White World."
"Accusations without evidence will only disrupt the peace of the divine realm."
The God of Destruction, seeing the Goddess of Life completely deceived by Tang San, gritted his teeth in anger, his knuckles cracking.
He stared at Tang San's still calm and even somewhat aggrieved "victim" face, and felt waves of nausea.
"Fine, Tang San, you pass this time." The God of Destruction gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, enunciating each word clearly.
"You better pray you really didn't do these things."
"I also hope you won't end up like Tang San from the White World, giving me any clues to cover your tracks."
Having said that, the God of Destruction suddenly waved his cloak and turned to leave with the Goddess of Life, who still looked puzzled.
However, the moment the God of Destruction stepped out of the temple gates, he had already made up his mind to die.
He absolutely refused to believe that there would be any fundamental difference between Tang San in these two dimensions.
He was waiting. He refused to believe that when the sky continued to play the dark world scenes and delve deeper into those shadowy details, this so-called "perfect god-king" wouldn't slip up.
When the truth comes out, he will make sure that Tang San is completely disgraced in front of the entire God Realm and the entire Douluo Continent.
(End of chapter)