Chapter 110 Tang Hao's Jealousy
The sky cleared up.
Sunlight fell on the snow, illuminating the Snow Emperor's blank face.
In the picture.
Navelette withdrew her fingers and straightened her cuffs.
He turned and left.
From beginning to end, he only said one sentence and made one gesture.
The brilliance of the sky gradually faded.
The wind stopped.
The snow has stopped.
Only the oppressive feeling brought by the world-destroying lightning tribulation in the scene and the shock of the final finger repelling the lightning remained in the air.
Tang Hao knelt in the mud.
He looked up, staring blankly at the sky, which had returned to calm.
Muddy water dripped down his messy beard, but he was completely unaware.
Just a moment ago.
He also vehemently accused Navigette of being a hypocrite.
He roared that Vilette saved Snow Empress to keep her in captivity, for the sake of her spirit ring, and for that disgusting greed.
He brought Navelela to the same moral level as him.
Even lower.
He thought that this would cover up his embarrassment and make his failure seem less shameful.
But now.
The sky was like an invisible giant hand, slapping him hard across the face.
That slap was too loud and too crisp.
He was beaten until he was dizzy and his ears were ringing.
When Navelette saved Snow Empress, she didn't ask for anything in return.
He didn't even glance at it.
That indifference wasn't due to arrogance, but because in his eyes, saving a life didn't need a reason.
No return is required.
That was a pure, instinctive kindness.
It could even be described as a condescending pity.
Tang Hao's hands were trembling.
He tried to grip the Haotian Hammer tightly, but found his palms were covered in slippery cold sweat, making it impossible to exert any strength.
"No..."
Tang Hao's lips trembled, and he managed to squeeze out a hoarse sound from his throat.
"This is impossible..."
"How can there be such a person in this world..."
"That's a ferocious beast that's seven hundred thousand years old! That's a walking spirit ring and spirit bone!"
How could he not be tempted?
"It's fake...it must be fake..."
Tang Hao refused to believe it.
If Navisette is noble, then what is he?
Was he the coward who watched his wife sacrifice herself for a 100,000-year soul ring?
Is he still that failed father who, in his pursuit of revenge, didn't hesitate to burden his son with hatred from a young age?
This stark contrast was even sharper than Xue Di's sword strike just now, piercing through the last veil of shame in his heart.
On the city wall.
Navisette remained standing quietly.
Her long blue hair swayed gently in the breeze.
His expression remained unchanged; he showed neither smugness at being on the list nor a hint of pride at the admiration of the crowd.
He just stared at Tang Hao like that.
It was eerily calm.
That gaze was like that of someone looking at a criminal who had already been sentenced to death.
"Tang Hao."
Navelette spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.
"You just asked me if I, like you, had designs on Xue Di."
Navelette lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the figure in the mud.
"Now, the sky has answered for me."
Tang Hao suddenly raised his head.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Vilette.
He was unwilling to accept it.
How could he accept this?
"That's in the past!"
Tang Hao roared, like a wounded wild beast.
"Who knows what you're thinking right now?"
"You're raising her in the city, isn't that for the future?"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe there are cats in this world that don't eat fish!"
Navelette gently shook her head.
The movement was slow, with an elegant rhythm.
You're wrong.
"The reason you think this way is because you only care about your own interests."
"In your world, soul beasts are resources, sources of power, and tools that can be sacrificed at will."
Navelette took a step forward.
Blue ripples spread through the air beneath his feet, supporting his body.
He did not release any martial spirit.
No spirit rings were displayed.
But at that moment.
A powerful pressure originating from the depths of one's bloodline quietly spread out.
That wasn't the soul power pressure of a soul master.
Rather, it is a crushing of a more ancient and noble level of life.
The Snow Emperor sensed it.
The anger in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deep awe.
She knelt down and bowed her proud head toward Navelette.
It wasn't just her.
In the forest outside the city, there were the powerful soul beasts that Gu Yuena had brought.
Di Tian, Xiong Jun, and Wan Yao Wang.
At this moment, everyone's expression changed drastically.
They felt a chill run down their spines.
That was the aura of someone in a superior position.
It is the gaze of a monarch.
Di Tian's golden eyes were filled with shock, and he even wanted to prostrate himself in worship.
"This aura..."
A storm raged in Di Tian's heart.
But he dared not utter a sound.
Navelette looked at Tang Hao, her tone still calm, yet every word was profound.
"I am different from you."
"I don't need to hunt soul beasts to gain power."
"Because power itself flows in my blood."
"As for the so-called soul rings and soul bones."
A faint hint of disdain flashed in Villette's eyes.
"To me, they are nothing but useless ornaments."
These words.
If someone else had said this, Tang Hao would have laughed three times and scolded them for being ignorant and arrogant.
But it came from Navelette's mouth.
This was in conjunction with the scene of a finger repelling lightning that had just appeared on the sky.
But it makes people feel that it is only natural.
yes.
Would someone who can easily erase the power of heaven and earth care about a few bones?
Tang Hao opened his mouth.
It felt like there was a piece of burning charcoal stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound.
All his accusations, all his slander.
All of this pales in comparison to Villette's absolute strength and character.
It's like a filthy beggar pointing at a well-dressed nobleman and mocking him for the dust on his clothes.
It's utterly ridiculous.
Fu Ningna lay on the crenellations of the city wall, looking down at the speechless Tang Hao, and couldn't help but shake her head.
"How pitiful."
She said it in a very smug tone.
"I thought Haotian Douluo had some profound talk to give."
"So you're just judging others by your own petty standards."
"Oh dear, this is terrible, we've lost all face."
Fu Ningna turned to look at Shui Bing'er beside her and blinked.
"Bing'er, what's the point of living for someone like that?"
Shui Bing'er pursed her lips and remained silent.
But her eyes were also filled with disgust when she looked at Tang Hao.
once.
Haotian Douluo is an idol in the entire Soul Master world.
He is the youngest Title Douluo and a hero who dares to challenge the Spirit Hall.
But today.
That towering image completely crumbled in everyone's minds.
The rest.
There's only one sore loser who spews nonsense.
Navelette ignored Funina's teasing.
His gaze remained fixed on Tang Hao.
(End of chapter)