Chapter 283 What a tragic couple! Oscar Zhu Zhuqing: I beg the Goddess of Life to save my lover!
"Third Brother..."
A tear slid down Xiaowu's cheek, her voice filled with weariness and confusion:
"How could...it have turned out like this..."
Just then, a cold, mocking laugh came from behind.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching story of a pair of star-crossed lovers."
The God of Destruction slowly strolled over, looking down at the two people huddled on the ground, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery:
"One became useless, and the other became useless of useless."
"Tang San, haven't you always considered yourself the chosen one of destiny?"
"Didn't you always think that this divine realm should be your Tang family's backyard?"
"And now?"
He crouched down, extended his long, slender fingers, lifted Tang San's chin, and forced him to look at him:
"Where is your Asura Godhood?"
Where is your pride?
Where does your confidence come from?
Tang San gritted his teeth, the resentment in his eyes almost solidifying, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Because he knew that saying anything at this moment would be useless.
In the face of absolute power, words are utterly inadequate.
The god of evil also strolled over slowly, looking at the barely alive Xiao Wu on the ground, and clicked his tongue in amazement:
"Tsk tsk, the Asura God King being beaten to this state is truly unprecedented."
"That makes sense. It's something that rises to power based on men. What skills could it possibly have on the battlefield?"
"Look at Qian Lin from the Silent God Realm, with two God King positions and two super artifacts. That's strength earned through real battles."
"Look at you all again..."
He shook his head, his tone full of contempt:
"One relies on connections, the other on living off a woman; they're a match made in heaven."
"you--!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and the Trident of the Sea God trembled violently in his hand, as if it would burst out at any moment.
However, before he could make a move, the God of Destruction casually waved his hand.
boom!
A bolt of purple lightning struck Tang San, sending him flying again and crashing heavily into a pillar in the main hall.
"What? You want to make a move?"
The God of Destruction sneered:
"Tang San, I advise you to face reality."
"Right now, you're just a mere first-level god, not even worthy of carrying our shoes."
"I spared your life so you could be cannon fodder to wear down Qian Lin's strength, not so you could put on your ridiculous god-king act here!"
Xiao Wu lay on the ground, watching Tang San being knocked away again and again, coughing up blood each time, her eyes filled with heartache and despair.
She wanted to get up, to stand in front of him, to use her own body to take the blows for him.
But she couldn't move.
Her divine body was on the verge of collapse, and she couldn't even move a finger.
She could only watch helplessly.
Seeing the man who was once a pillar of strength in her heart now being humiliated like a dead dog, she was deeply saddened.
She looked down at the god-kings who had once treated her with utmost respect and addressed her as "Lady of the Sea God," their eyes filled with mockery and contempt.
"Third Brother..."
Tears streamed down Xiao Wu's face, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible:
"Why...why did we become like this..."
Tang San lay on the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Hearing Xiao Wu's weak voice, his heart ached.
He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.
Look at Qianlin, who is currently receiving the worship of all the gods in the Silent God Realm, radiating brilliance.
Look at Wei Yuan, who sits on the Throne of Annihilation, overlooking all the heavens.
The resentment and bitterness in his eyes burned as if they were real.
Qianlin...
Wei Yuan...
The Realm of Annihilation...
The pain you have inflicted on me, Tang San, today...
In the future...
I will repay you a hundredfold in the future!
However, all that answered him was the dazzling light in the sky and the cold sneer of the God of Destruction.
"The future?"
The God of Destruction's lips curled into a mocking smile:
"Tang San, do you think... you still have a future?"
The peerless divine realm, the main hall of the Divine Realm Committee.
The God of Destruction's mockery still echoed in the hall. Tang San lay on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth, yet he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Xiao Wu lay in his arms, her breath growing weaker and weaker. Her once bright eyes were now half-closed, as if they might close forever at any moment.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the deathly silence.
"Goddess of Life!"
Oscar staggered over, holding the unconscious Ning Rongrong tightly in his arms.
His eyes were red and swollen, and his face was still wet with tears. He looked utterly disheveled.
The once dashing and debonair God of Cookery now resembles a beggar with nowhere to turn.
He rushed to the goddess of life and knelt down with a thud.
"Please...please save Rongrong!"
Oscar's voice was hoarse and almost torn as he trembled as he lifted Ning Rongrong's broken body before the goddess of life:
"Her divine core is shattered... her martial spirit is gone... I know... I know none of this can be brought back..."
"Please...please save her life!"
"As long as she can live, even if... even if she's just an ordinary person, even if she can no longer be a god, I'm willing!"
"I can give her my divine position!"
I can give her all my divine power!
I beg you... I beg you to have mercy!
Oscar knelt on the ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold jade floor, again and again, and blood quickly stained the area.
"Thump...thump...thump..."
Each sound seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.
Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing also carried the unconscious Dai Mubai and staggered over.
Her usually icy face was now streaked with tears.
She knelt beside Oscar, raised her head, and her usually cold eyes were now filled with pleading and hope:
"Goddess of Life, please take a look at Mu Bai as well..."
"Although he has lost his divine position and his martial spirit, he still has a breath left... Please... Please save him!"
"As long as he can live, I'd do anything... I'd do anything!"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled, and tears fell drop by drop onto Dai Mubai's pale face.
Ma Hongjun stood not far away, watching this scene, his expression extremely complicated.
He wanted to go up and say something, but he didn't know what to say.
After all, if he hadn't pressed that red button, Dai Mubai wouldn't have been chosen to die.
But what could he do?
Are we going to let him go and die?
He could only stand there, helplessly watching, his obese body trembling slightly.
Tang San, seeing Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing kneeling and begging, had a complex look in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at Xiao Wu, who was barely breathing, in his arms.
Blood was still seeping from the hole between Xiao Wu's eyebrows; her breathing was becoming weaker and weaker, and her body was getting colder and colder.
(End of chapter)