"It's you!"
Tang Hao's hoarse roar tore through the air—filled with venom, madness, and desperate self-deception.
"You must have used some filthy mind-controlling sorcery!"
"You made Ah Yin forget me! You made her hate me! You—"
He shook violently, bloodshot eyes wide, clinging to the only explanation his collapsing mind could accept.
Yes.
Yes, that must be it.
Otherwise…
How could Ah Yin—who once loved him wholeheartedly—
now dislike him to this extent?
She must be bewitched. Controlled. Manipulated.
That had to be the truth.
At another table, Chrysanthemum Douluo paused midway through loosening soil for his enlightenment tea seedling. His lips curled with open mockery.
Did this man truly have no self-awareness?
After the way he treated the Blue Silver Emperor—
Did he really expect her to obediently return?
So she could be sacrificed again?
So she could be stuffed back into that damp, pitch-black mountain cave to slowly wither and die?
Was he insane?
Hu Liena leaned toward Bibi Dong and whispered in disbelief:
"Does… does he have a problem in his head? He treated her like garbage. Isn't it normal she hates him? Why does it have to be the senior's doing?"
Bibi Dong's eyes were cold.
She silently agreed—this man had a screw loose.
But what she cared about more was…
Why was that freshly re-humanized plant still clinging onto Senior
and refusing to come down?!
Absolutely outrageous.
Meanwhile, Ah Yin, nestled in Lin Feng's arms, heard Tang Hao's accusation.
Her delicate eyebrows lifted sharply.
"You're not allowed—"
She was about to lash out—
—but a warm palm gently landed atop her head.
Soft strokes.
Slow. Comforting.
"Good girl.
Don't get angry at trash."
"Mmm…"
Ah Yin instantly melted.
Her bristling hostility vanished.
She narrowed her eyes like a pampered kitten and snuggled deeper into Lin Feng's embrace—
completely ignoring Tang Hao's existence.
This scene—
This blatant, intimate scene—
Made Tang Hao's jealousy erupt like wildfire!
His lungs nearly burst from rage.
After soothing his clingy pendant, Lin Feng finally lifted his eyelids and looked at Tang Hao properly.
He didn't say a word.
He just raised a hand…
Spread his fingers…
And slowly regarded his own slender, fair, flawlessly clean hand—
before shifting his gaze to the blood-covered, foul-smelling, half-crippled man standing before him.
The contrast alone was an insult.
A cold, effortless humiliation.
Lin Feng's lips curved.
Then he calmly spoke:
"Do you truly think…"
"…I would need such inferior methods?"
PFFT—!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Devil Bear Douluo exploded first, slamming the table so hard the plates bounced.
The laughter spread instantly—
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Saint Dragon Douluo…
Even Ning Fengzhi awkwardly turned his head away, shoulders trembling.
Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't even bother to hide his disdain:
"Tang Hao, oh Tang Hao… go take a piss and look at your miserable reflection. Do you seriously think the senior needs to trick her? Are you worthy?"
Tuoba Xi joined in:
"One is a divine dragon soaring in the heavens—
the other is rotten mud on the ground.
Do you think you can be compared?"
The collective mockery hit Tang Hao like a barrage of arrows.
His face turned purple, then red, then a sickly green.
Humiliation scorched him alive.
"Ah Yin!!"
Driven mad by shame, Tang Hao suddenly lunged—
stretching out his one remaining left hand, trying to snatch Ah Yin from Lin Feng's arms.
"Come with me!"
But—
"Slap—!"
A crisp, sharp sound.
It wasn't a slap to the face.
It was the sound of Lin Feng's palm striking the back of Tang Hao's hand.
Crack.
Bones snapped.
Lin Feng hadn't even used real force.
Just a casual flick of his wrist.
"Urgh—!"
Tang Hao staggered back, cold sweat soaking his forehead.
He clutched his breaking hand, teeth chattering from pain.
Yet he still roared:
"I'm taking my wife away—why did you stop me?!"
Lin Feng finally let out a soft snort.
"Your wife?"
"Of course!" Tang Hao screamed hoarsely.
"I paid the price of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring! I fell from the Titled Douluo realm! I sacrificed everything to bring her back!"
"She's mine!"
His voice cracked from righteous indignation.
But Lin Feng only raised a finger and lightly waggled it in front of him.
"No, no. It seems you've forgotten something."
His tone was calm—but his words stabbed deeper than any blade.
"You said you were willing to give everything to revive her."
"Does 'everything' exclude the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring that originally belonged to her?"
"Does 'everything' exclude your realm?"
Tang Hao's face drained of all color.
Lin Feng didn't stop.
"And besides…"
"You misunderstand."
"You said you would give everything."
"And I did fulfill your wish."
Lin Feng glanced at Ah Yin, the corner of his lips curling.
"So as the price for resurrecting her—"
"Why can't she herself be the payment?"
"Now… she's mine."
Boom.
His mind went blank.
Everything inside Tang Hao shattered.
Ah Yin… as the price… for Ah Yin's resurrection?
What kind of twisted logic was that?!
"And lastly—"
Lin Feng's voice turned icy.
"Your wife died long ago."
"Whether she died in that absurd sacrifice twelve years ago… or in that damp mountain cave you buried her in…"
He pointed lazily toward Chrysanthemum Douluo's group.
"This Blue Silver Emperor was found and nurtured by them."
"From beginning to end—
she is property of my Feng Ran Pavilion."
Lin Feng shrugged.
"So tell me—"
"Why would you take my belongings?"
SWISH—!
Gold Crocodile Douluo surged to his feet.
Ghost Douluo.
Devil Bear Douluo.
Saint Dragon Douluo.
Snake Lance.
Porcupinefish.
Sword Douluo.
More than a dozen Titled Douluo rose in perfect unison—
Their terrifying auras exploding outward like a tidal wave!
All of it—
All of that crushing, suffocating power—
locked directly onto Tang Hao.
Thud—!
Tang Hao collapsed instantly.
His knees hit the floor with a dull, bone-jarring crack.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, orchid fingers raised, voice dripping with icy murder.
"Tang Hao—"
"You want to take away the senior's potted plant?"
"Ask us first."
The killing intent was suffocating.
Tang Hao looked up—
Seeing those familiar yet terrifying faces.
Feeling the crushing weight of their combined auras—
He felt his heart sink deeper than the abyss.
He once lost to them as a peak Titled Douluo.
Now?
With his cultivation below rank 90…
With a broken arm…
With a crippled leg…
How could he possibly survive?