Chapter 111 Navilette, the Trial of Tang Hao!
"Tang Hao."
"You have trespassed into my Tianshui City with the intent to commit violence and injury; this is your first crime."
"You have slandered me and spoken disrespectfully; these are two offenses."
"You are a powerful human being, yet you lack the virtues of a powerful being; this is your third sin."
With each word Navelette spoke, his aura grew heavier.
The water element, which had been calm, began to cheer and leap around him.
The sky had darkened without anyone noticing.
Dark clouds rolled in.
Fine rain began to fall.
But this rain isn't cold.
The light fell on the faces of the residents of Tianshui City, even carrying a hint of warmth.
But it fell on Tang Hao.
Each drop of rain is as heavy as a thousand pounds.
That was the rain of judgment.
"Now."
Navelette slowly raised her right hand.
A ball of deep blue light was gathering in his palm.
There were no dazzling special effects.
Only the purest laws of the water element are in motion.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Navelette asked.
This is my last chance to speak.
It is also the final procedure before the trial.
Tang Hao felt threatened by death.
That was real death.
It wasn't the humiliating attack that Xue Di and Fu Ning Na had just used.
Navilette really wanted to kill him.
The terrifying sense of oppression caused the divine power within his body to cease flowing.
Even a god-like body that has reached level 100 and become a god is trembling at this moment.
"I..."
Tang Hao tried to stand up.
But his legs felt like they were rooted to the ground in the mud.
He wanted to swing the Haotian Hammer.
But the divine weapon that had accompanied him throughout his life of battles was now so heavy that he couldn't lift his wrist.
say what?
Beg for mercy?
No.
He is Haotian Douluo, he is Tang Hao!
How could he beg for mercy from some unknown pretty boy?
But what else can you say if you don't beg for mercy?
Do you want to refute it?
With the facts laid bare, what can he possibly refute?
Tang Hao's face turned a deep purplish-red.
Frustrated.
An unprecedented sense of frustration.
Since there's nothing more to say.
Navelette's voice suddenly turned cold.
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"Then, let's pay the price for it."
The blue orb in his hand shone brightly.
"Gu Long's power surges like a tide."
Navelette read it softly.
...
Inside Tianshui City.
The second floor of an inconspicuous residential house.
The window was ajar.
A pair of eyes peered through the crack, intently watching everything happening outside the city.
That's Tang San.
At this moment, Tang San's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
His hands gripped the window frame tightly, his fingernails digging deep into the wood, one even breaking off and bleeding, but he was completely unaware.
"idiot!"
Tang San cursed inwardly.
The person being insulted was none other than his father, Tang Hao.
"You've already become a god, why are you still acting so impulsively?"
"I told him long ago that Tianshui City has a profound foundation, and that Vilette is unfathomable and cannot be defeated by force."
Why won't you listen?
"Why did you have to come out and try to be a hero at this time?"
Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment.
According to his original plan.
They should keep a low profile and secretly accumulate strength.
Using Tang Hao's power after becoming a god, they will gradually erode the Spirit Hall before dealing with Tianshui City.
But Tang Hao refused.
Upon hearing news of Ah Yin, he completely lost his mind.
He charged straight at us like a brute.
And what was the result?
Being made a fool of like a monkey.
His hypocritical mask was exposed in public.
Now they've been driven to the brink of despair.
"They're more trouble than they're worth!"
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart.
Although he longed to leave and ignore his foolish father.
But he couldn't.
Tang Hao was, after all, a god-level expert.
It was his greatest asset in his revenge plan.
If Tang Hao dies here today, how will Tang San ever be able to stand on this continent again?
How can we take revenge on the Spirit Hall?
How to rebuild the Tang Clan?
"We must save him."
A resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
Even if this father is incredibly stupid, he's still a trump card.
and.
Tang San looked at the blue figure on the city wall.
Navigette.
This man's strength exceeded his expectations.
"He can even erase a heavenly tribulation that has lasted for seven hundred thousand years with a flick of his wrist..."
"This level of power probably surpasses that of ordinary deities."
Tang San was filled with apprehension.
He had to find a way to rescue Tang Hao without getting himself involved.
His hand slowly reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.
That was his last trump card.
Several iron balls, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, appeared in his palm.
That was the pinnacle of Tang Clan's mechanical hidden weapons.
It was even a version he improved using knowledge from the divine realm.
"Although I can't kill you."
"But creating a little chaos to slow you down for a moment should be enough."
Tang San narrowed his eyes, and his Purple Demon Eye quietly activated.
He was calculating.
Calculate the wind speed, calculate the distance, and calculate the trajectory of Navelette's attack.
And, calculate the optimal escape route.
"Old man, I'm going to empty my pockets to save you this time."
Tang San snorted coldly in his heart.
He did not take direct action.
He is waiting.
The moment Villette made her move.
That was a time when the old forces had been exhausted and the new forces had not yet arisen.
This is also the moment when the defense is most lax.
Outside the city.
The blue light in Navelette's hand had reached its peak.
The surrounding space began to distort.
Countless water elements transformed into tangible chains, locking Tang Hao from all directions.
That's the constraint of the rules.
Tang Hao felt as if his breathing was about to stop.
The shadow of death completely enveloped him.
"Go to hell."
Navelette flipped her palm over.
At this critical moment.
Tang San made his move.
Those several iron balls, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, carried Tang San's last hope.
That was his masterpiece, combining knowledge of the divine realm with the mechanisms of the Tang Sect.
It could even be said that this is a weapon capable of threatening the gods.
However.
These iron balls have just been released from my hands.
It had just flown into the vast curtain of rain.
Then it stopped.
There was no loud crashing sound.
There was no explosion with sparks flying.
They remained suspended silently in mid-air.
The rain enveloped them.
Those mechanisms that were originally spinning at high speed and containing terrifying kinetic energy now resembled insects sealed in amber.
Unable to move.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.
He desperately activated his Xuan Tian Gong, trying to detonate the hidden weapons.
But.
It was cut off.
The connection between him and those hidden weapons was completely severed by the seemingly gentle rain.
Navelette didn't even turn around.
He merely glanced sideways.
Tang San's terrified face was reflected in those vertical pupils.
"hidden weapon?"
Navelette said softly.
There was no sarcasm in his tone, only a calm statement of facts.
"Such tricks are meaningless in the face of absolute authority."
Snap.
As Navelette finished speaking.
Those iron balls, powerful enough to kill a Title Douluo, fell straight into the mud like scrap metal.
A few dirty water droplets splashed up.
Tang San's whole body stiffened.
His trump card, which he was so proud of, couldn't even cause a ripple in front of this man.
(End of chapter)