Gentle energy supported Xue Beng, and Tang San smiled: "Your Majesty doesn't need to be like this, how could I accept such courtesy?"
Xue Beng stubbornly said: "Teacher, if you can't accept it, then no one can. Xue Beng's bow isn't just for myself, but also for our million troops and the millions of common people of the Tendou Empire. "His words were sincere, and Tang San could hear that Xue Beng was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
Xue Beng stood, looking at Tang San with a gentle face and no more energy fluctuations, tears of emotion forming a layer of water in front of his eyes, "Teacher, do you know? Just yesterday, I still held the thought of fighting to the death. Now I can finally say it. When we learned that a god appeared on the Spirit Empire's side, I was already prepared to die. I prayed in my heart, praying that you could come back in time, but the battle was today, and I knew how extravagant my prayers were. But, you really came back, you who became the Seagod, appeared in front of all the soldiers of the Tendou Empire when they needed it the most, using your unequalled divine power to lead the Tendou Empire to victory, breaking Jialing Pass. I once looked forward to this scene, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, so directly. Teacher, I really don't know how to thank you. If you are willing, I'm even willing to let you be the Emperor. "
"Your Majesty, you can't." Tang San held out his hands to stop Xue Beng from bowing again, a warm smile on his face. He could have used his own energy to stop Xue Beng from bowing, but he still held out his hands, showing his respect to Xue Beng.
Tang San smiled: "Obtaining a complete victory in today's battle wasn't my contribution alone. Everyone present played a crucial role. Especially the old freak, his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor poison even scared me. "
Dugu Bo snapped: "Little freak, don't think you can make fun of this old man just because you've become a god, I'll still beat you."
Tang San laughed out loud: "Old freak, so what if I don't have a trace of strength now? My father, uncle, and teacher are all here. Even if you want to beat me up, it won't be your turn! "
As he spoke, Tang San let go of the hand supporting the avalanche, turned around, and knelt before Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Maestro. No matter how powerful he was, whether he was a human or a god, some things would never change. His most respected teacher, his dearest father, would forever be his elder.
Seeing Tang San kneel down, Xue Beng followed suit. This time, Tang San didn't stop him. When Xue Beng knelt down, the other generals naturally couldn't stand still. They all knelt down.
Right now Tang Hao only had Tang San in his eyes. Looking at that long haired, jade-like son, the expression in his eyes was somewhat foolish. This Spirit Master world's most famous iron man, at this moment unexpectedly also had hot tears in his eyes. Not so long ago, he still wanted his son to be an ordinary person. He still deeply remembered the appearance of Tang San cooking porridge for him every day. At that time, there was only a little rice in the house. Tang San would cook porridge every day, and he would drink the water on the top, leaving the rice for himself. At that time, he wasn't even six years old!
Now, his son had already grown up, and he was so outstanding. The pupil had already surpassed the master, far surpassing him. At this moment, what Tang Hao felt in his heart wasn't joy, but rather a debt. A debt to his son for these decades. Everything his son could achieve today was all due to his own hard work. What others saw was his current god level strength. But, how many people saw what Tang San had paid for these twenty years behind this god level? Tang Hao could totally imagine how many times Tang San had narrowly escaped death, and how many times he had walked on the edge of death.
Abruptly standing up, Tang Hao took a step forward, fiercely pulling Tang San up from the ground, then forcefully pulling him into a steel-like embrace.
With Tang Hao's character, he would never say those sentimental words of apology. However, his embrace and the tears that flowed out of his eyes had already told Tang San many things.
Tang San also hugged his father's strong body. He didn't cry, but his lips were tightly pressed together. The emotion in his eyes wasn't any less than Tang Hao's.
Even though he had lived two lives, but in his heart, Tang Hao was the only father he had. In his son's heart, a father was always the highest. When a child was young, his father was the first hero in his heart. Tang San was no exception. Even when Tang Hao was still a drunkard, Tang San had never looked down on this father.
A father's approval was always what a son wanted the most.
"Dad, it was you and mom who gave me life. This is a kindness that I can't repay even if I use my whole life. My life belongs to you, and everything that I have obtained belongs to you as well. "
Tang San understood what Tang Hao was thinking, and he used the most direct way to comfort his father.
Tang Hao raised his head, his hands firmly grasping Tang San's shoulders, looking at his son's handsome face, and nodding hard. "You are dad's pride."
Even though Tang San had been trying hard to control his emotions, when he heard Tang Hao say these words, he couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and they flowed out.
"Little San, you are also teacher's pride, the pride of my life." Maestro walked to Tang Hao's side. Looking at Tang San, the emotion in his eyes was no less than Tang Hao's. He had taught a god!
Tang Hao released his hands, and took a step back, giving Tang San to Maestro. Tang San once again knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of Maestro. When Maestro wanted to help him up, he was grabbed by Tang Hao, "Maestro, this is what you deserve. You have done far more for little San than I have. As a father, I'm not qualified, but as a teacher, you are the most outstanding. Without you, there wouldn't be today's little San. "
Maestro was grabbed by Tang Hao, how could he struggle free? He could only look on helplessly as Tang San respectfully bowed three times and kowtowed nine times in front of him.
Tang San didn't stand up, raising his head to look at Maestro with tears in his eyes: "Teacher, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time. But, I've always felt I wasn't qualified. Because I still haven't reached the peak of Soul Master. I've always been waiting for this opportunity today. Now, I've finally broken through rank one hundred, and inherited the Seagod's divinity. It's time. "
Maestro stared blankly, he clearly didn't understand what Tang San wanted to say to him.
The rims of Tang San's eyes were already red, "Teacher, you've been lonely all your life, and you don't have any children. You've spent all your heart and soul on me. Even though you're not my biological father, in my heart, you've long since stood on the same level as him. Father, please accept Tang San's kowtow. "
While speaking, Tang San kowtowed once again, heavily knocking his head on the ground three times. Previously he had kowtowed to his teacher, now he kowtowed to his father. Just as Tang Hao said, Maestro had given much more to Tang San than he had. Tang San had also finally spoken the words he'd always hidden in his heart at his most glorious moment.
Xiao Wu had silently arrived behind Tang San the first time he had knelt down, and kowtowed together with him.
Maestro blankly looked at Tang San, his body swaying. If not for Tang Hao supporting him from behind, perhaps he would have already fallen. His lips trembled, humming as he looked at Tang San, unexpectedly unable to say a single word. He slowly raised his hands in agitation, pressing them on Tang San's broad shoulders, already choking with sobs.
His life's past flashed through Maestro's mind like a picture. When he was young, because of the mutation of his Martial Soul, he suffered discrimination from his peers in the family, so much so that he never raised his head.
He developed a silent personality. When he saw his peers grow up step by step, possessing the unique Martial Souls of the Tyrannosaurus Family, he didn't know how envious he was in his heart. At that time, he was even somewhat autistic. It was also precisely because of this that he quietly left the family. When he left, he still hadn't reached adulthood.
Afterwards, he met the woman he loved the most in his life. That girl came from the Martial Soul Palace, but when she came into his life, he didn't know her identity. Although Maestro's Martial Soul had mutated, he possessed wisdom that ordinary people didn't have, and even had an incomparably deep understanding of Martial Souls. Gradually, they fell in love. First love was always the most beautiful, and also something that could never be forgotten. In Maestro's heart, that stunningly beautiful woman was the goddess in his heart. Even when they were already together, he still didn't dare be intimate with her, for fear of the slightest blasphemy.
That woman wasn't Liu Erlong, but rather the current Empress of the Spirit Empire, Bibi Dong.
They had been together for a full two years. Those two years could be said to be the happiest years of Maestro's life. He told Bibi Dong all his wonderful ideas about Martial Souls. Every day together with her was so carefree, so happy. At that time he had always believed that Bibi Dong was an angel bestowed by heaven to make up for the flaws in his Martial Soul. An angel that belonged only to him. It was also because of Bibi Dong that he had walked out of the shadow in his heart, determined his future path of development, and devoted himself to the profound study of Martial Souls.
However, good times didn't last long, and the tragedy still continued. One day, that goddess in his heart suddenly appeared in front of him, coldly telling him that being together with him was only to extract all kinds of knowledge about Martial Souls from him. Everything between them was over. Just one simple sentence, but it broke Maestro's heart. That deep wound still hadn't healed.
Even though Maestro could find many flaws in Bibi Dong's words, she really left him. He also finally knew her identity. Martial Soul Palace's Holy Maiden, the next Pope's successor. He had no choice but to believe everything Bibi Dong said. That night, Maestro got drunk for the first time. He was so drunk that he lost consciousness, and didn't even want to wake up.
Later, he met Erlong and Flanders, and it was still a tragedy. The second woman he liked was unexpectedly his own cousin. When he left Liu Erlong, all he could think of was death. Yes, only death. When he wanted to end his life, it was another belief that kept him going. Before he died, he wanted to prove to the Tyrannosaurus Clan that he wasn't a waste.
From then on, Maestro put all his heart and soul into the study of Martial Souls, neglecting sleep and food. Only when he was researching could he not recall the pain of the past. Until the day he met Tang San. Maestro still clearly remembered, when he saw Tang San's innate full spirit power, and judged he had twin Martial Souls, the excitement in his heart. He knew his chance had come. Through this child, he could very possibly prove himself to the clan. Therefore, Tang San became his disciple.
If said, at the beginning, Maestro's main thought was still to prove himself to the clan. Then, as time passed, Tang San's position in his heart had already become more and more important. Even Maestro himself didn't know whether he had always regarded this child as his own disciple, or whether it was a deeper relationship.
As time passed and circumstances changed, the Tyrannosaurus Clan already didn't exist. As State Preceptor of the Tendou Empire, he also didn't need to prove anything to anyone. But, his heart was still empty. Even though he was together with Liu Erlong every day, that shadow always existed in his heart. Until this moment, when Tang San thought of the moment he called him father, the last line of defense in Maestro's heart finally shattered. He finally found the meaning of his life after thirty years. For his son, for his own son. Even if he had to pay with his life, he wouldn't hesitate.
"Good child, good child …" Maestro's voice trembled as he caressed Tang San's head. Big drops of tears rolled down from his eyes, and his stiff facial muscles were even slightly twitching at this moment.
Frankly speaking, Tang Hao, who was standing behind him, was even a little envious, but he wasn't jealous. If Tang San was said to be the grace of him giving birth to him, then Maestro could be said to be the grace of raising and teaching Tang San. A teacher for a day, a father for life. Tang San calling him father couldn't be more correct.
Maestro's emotions couldn't be controlled for a long time. It was Liu Erlong who came forward and helped him pull Tang San up. Liu Erlong helped Maestro wipe the tears on his face. She also cried. After so many years, who understood Maestro's pain better than her?
Flanders said in a low voice: "Xiao Gang, this is a joyous occasion, you should be happy!"
Maestro nodded his head vigorously. Looking at the much taller Tang San who was already pulled up by Liu Erlong, he used that special voice and trembled: "Xiao San, can you call me again?"
"Dad — —" Tang San suddenly came forward, tightly hugging Maestro, this time calling him that made Maestro's heart tremble.
"Good, good, good, even if I die in the next moment, I, Yu Xiao Gang, haven't lived in vain. Son, I have a son, haha, hahahaha … "
Amidst the laughter, Maestro's face suddenly turned pale. His laughter also came to an abrupt stop, slowly collapsing in Tang San's heart.
Tang San turned pale with fright, hurriedly hugging Maestro, one hand pressing on Maestro's chest.
With a sorrowful cry, the feeling of finally achieving enlightenment made Grandmaster go from great sorrow to great joy. His mood fluctuated violently. The depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years completely erupted at this moment. His frail heart meridians were also finally broken at this moment. His life force rapidly flowed away like a river bursting through a dam.
"Dad — —" Tang San cried out in alarm.
Maestro leaned against his chest, his breath was already as thin as a gossamer, "Xiao … San …, thank … thank … you. Although … my … life … has … come … to … an … end … but … I … really … didn't … expect … to … die … like this …. Help … me … kill … Bibi Dong …. This … is … my … last … wish … "
"No, teacher, you won't die. You won't die." In this crisis, he even changed back to the familiar way of addressing. Tang San's eyes changed. At this moment, his eyes had completely turned sapphire blue. Maestro's accumulated depression suddenly burst out along with the rupture of his heart's meridians. This was definitely a death situation. But, don't forget that the one who had just recognized him as his father, kneeling in front of him, was a God.
The enormous Sea God's divine power rushed out like a tide, covering Maestro's entire body in a blink. Moreover, his divine power froze all of Maestro's bodily functions in this second, no longer changing, and also forcibly hanging on to Maestro's last breath.
"I won't let anything take away your life." Tang San used an incomparably firm voice, speaking word by word.
The Sea God's divine power began to enter Maestro's body. Under Tang San's control, every bit of divine power became as gentle as possible. When this divine power had completely fused with Maestro's body, Tang San's face also became serious. The heart's meridians were undoubtedly one of a person's weakest parts. If he wanted to take back Maestro's life, he had to help Maestro's heart's meridians reconnect. Maestro's heart's meridians had become extremely fragile under the influence of the depression in his heart. Even though the depression had already dissipated, the damage to Maestro's heart's meridians was extremely serious.
With a clang, the Sea God Raiment reappeared on Tang San's body. In order to take back Maestro's life, Tang San had already used all of his strength. He couldn't take any risks. He had to use the safest method to help Maestro reconnect his heart's meridians.
The Sea God's divine power slowly retracted. Tang San's purest life force was slowly transferred to Maestro's body. At the same time, he lifted his right leg and took off the Sea God Raiment. When his finger made a cut, a stream of golden blue blood flowed out. Tang San didn't waste a single drop of the blood. Then, he slowly poured it into Maestro's mouth. Tang San's Sea God's divine power guided it to his heart's meridians.
Tang San's right leg used to have the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone. Even though it had become a part of the Angelic Raiment, Tang San's right leg's blood still contained the power of the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone. Wildfire can't be extinguished, spring wind can bring it back. After the soul bone had evolved, Tang San's ability didn't weaken. Instead, it became stronger as his body became a God. Therefore, the blood drawn from his right leg was undoubtedly the most precious healing treasure. It was the God's blood.
The effect of the God's blood was extremely strong. Under normal circumstances, Maestro's body wouldn't be able to bear the enormous energy of the God's blood. He would explode and die. But now, he didn't need to worry about that. Tang San urged his Sea God's divine power to melt every drop of energy in Maestro's blood. Everything was under Tang San's control.
Tang San's method was simple and effective. To prevent Maestro's blood from being broken for too long, he first used his God's power to simulate his heart's meridians. He connected Maestro's blood with his God's power. Under his purposeful urging, he reactivated Maestro's life force.
And after the God's power was connected, Maestro's heart's meridians grew little by little under Tang San's close supervision.
In order to prevent the same situation from happening again, Tang San spared no effort to help Maestro stabilize all the meridians in his body. He slowly dispersed the energy contained in his blood, and under the gentle control of the Sea God's divine power, it completely fused into Maestro's meridians.
This was definitely a meticulous and difficult process. Even Tang San, the Sea God, had to be very careful.
For a whole hour, the meeting hall was absolutely silent. Everyone was nervously paying attention.
Finally, when the blue light in Tang San's hand slowly disappeared, Maestro let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. His complexion had already recovered its rosy color.
An indescribable feeling of comfort spread to every corner of his body. Maestro clearly felt that his meridians were many times more flexible than before, and even his soul power had increased by at least five ranks.
Tang San helped Maestro stand up, and stopped him from saying anything. "Dad, don't say anything now. Don't be too emotional. Rest well for a day, and your body will completely recover tomorrow. At that time, we father and son will have a good chat. "
Seeing Tang San's eyes brimming with concern, Maestro smiled and nodded. Liu Erlong and Xiao Wu hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Tang San accompanied Maestro all the way to the entrance of the hall, and then turned back. There was no problem with Maestro's body, and he even left a trace of his divine sense on Maestro's body. If anything happened, he could rush to Maestro's side immediately. He couldn't leave this place yet. Even though Jialing Pass had been broken, there were still many unfinished matters, especially that escaped Qian Renxue. She was like a thorn in Tang San's heart.
Tang Hao patted his son's shoulder, "It's good that you're fine. Don't worry too much. "
Tang San nodded silently. Xue Beng stepped forward, leading Tang San to the main seat. Tang San didn't stand on ceremony, directly sitting down. After becoming god, his status was completely different. He absolutely had a transcendent position in the Tendou Empire, and further adding that after the war, his position in the hearts of the entire Tendou Empire army was supreme. Xue Beng's actions weren't inappropriate, and being too modest right now wasn't good.
Xue Beng didn't even sit down, only standing next to Tang San. Even so, he still had a proud expression. Right now in his heart, becoming Tang San's disciple was already the best thing he had ever done in his life.
Tang San said: "Just now when I went to chase Qian Renxue, I was a step too late. I couldn't find any traces of her. It's very strange, she and those Title Douluo seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Even my divine sense couldn't find them. However, no matter what, as long as I keep watch here, she won't be able to raise any waves. Your Majesty, what do you plan to do next? "
Xue Beng said: "Teacher, now that we've broken through Jialing Pass, it can be said that we've already opened the Spirit Empire's gates. Even more importantly, we practically wiped out the Spirit Empire's Soul Master's main force. It'll be very difficult for them to organize an effective resistance again. However, Martial Soul Palace's resources are after all deep, I don't think we can be too hasty. The army has been on the campaign for so many days, and they've always been sleeping in tents. I'm going to let the army first rest in Jialing Pass for a few days. Then directly contact the Seonra Empire and dispatch an elite force to help them pincer the Spirit Empire defending the pass from the rear. Once the Seonra Empire's army has also successfully broken through, our two empires will agree on a relatively central location. After forming the allied army, we'll destroy the Spirit Empire as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, leaving no loose ends. "
Hearing Xue Beng's words, everyone present couldn't help nodding. This was undoubtedly the safest method, not giving the Spirit Empire any chances. The Seonra Empire might not have a power like Tang San, but in terms of military strength, they were still above the Tendou Empire. With their cooperation, the Spirit Empire really wouldn't have a chance if the two allied armies launched simultaneously. At the same time, they could also use this opportunity to wipe out the Spirit Empire defending army blocking the Seonra Empire, thereby further weakening the Spirit Empire's overall strength. There would be no suspense in the following war.
Tang San nodded, saying: "Then let's do as Your Majesty says. On the Seonra Empire's side, let our Soul Master Legion and the Tang Army go, as well as a few other powers. Too many people would be bad. "
Xue Beng's gaze turned to the powers in the hall, "I wonder which senior is willing to go?"
Everyone said practically simultaneously: "As Your Majesty commands."
Tang San smiled: "Actually, as I see it, it's enough for the old freak to go alone. As long as he can quietly sneak into the other side's garrison camp and launch another poison attack, the enemy will collapse on their own."
Dugu Bo snapped: "Little San, are you deliberately making fun of me? I won't do such a thing again. Don't tell me you still want to go with me and clean up my mess? "
Xue Beng said: "How about this, school master Tang Xiao, you lead a hundred disciples of the Haotian Sect as well as the Soul Master Legion and the Tang Army?"
Tang Xiao nodded, saying: "As you bid."
Tang San said: "Brother Dai, Zhuqing and Fatso should also go. This way we have a bit more assurance. Your Majesty, you might not know, but my big brother Dai Mubai is a prince of the Seonra Empire. "
Xue Beng was suddenly startled. Looking at Dai Mubai, then looking at the deep meaning in Tang San's eyes, his heart tightened slightly, already understanding something.
Dai Mubai looked somewhat doubtfully at Tang San, saying: "Then fine, we'll go with senior Tang Xiao."
Tang Xiao said: "There's no time to lose, our army didn't suffer any losses today. We'll leave early tomorrow morning, the sooner we settle it, the better to completely exterminate the Spirit Empire. "
Early the next morning, with Tang Xiao at the head, he led Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun and other powers, as well as all the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School besides school master Ning Fengzhi and the two Title Douluo, ten thousand Tang Army disciples. Even though they numbered less than twenty thousand. This army could be said to be the most elite of the million strong armies of the Tendou Empire. Under the leadership of the four Title Douluo, these twenty thousand were enough to face the Spirit Empire's Soul Master Legion head on. With this force joining the Seonra Empire, the situation on the battlefield was naturally very easy to resolve.
And over at Jialing Pass, Xue Beng gave the order to rest and reward the three armies. The time to rest was set at ten days. According to Xue Beng's plan, after ten days, the Tendou Empire army would begin to move, purge the Spirit Empire remnants in the surrounding Spirit Empire cities, preparing for the two empires to join forces.
However, in less than three days, there was a sudden change.
"Report — —"
In the conference hall, Xue Beng, Tang San, marshal Ge Long and Maestro were looking at a sand table, formulating a plan to split the troops. The messenger suddenly rushed in and knelt on the ground.
Xue Beng frowned, "What's the panic?"
The messenger first glanced at Tang San. To any soldier of the Tendou Empire, being able to see this lord Seagod up close was an enormous honor.
"Your Majesty, a group of Spirit Empire troops are heading for Jialing Pass."
"What?" Xue Beng said in astonishment: "Are they coming to die? How many are there? How long until we reach the pass? "
"Your Majesty, the other side has less than a hundred thousand troops. It looks like it's the Spirit Emperor troops we defeated that day. Their advance isn't fast, and they're still a hundred li from Jialing Pass. Their target is coming towards us. "
Tang San stood, frowning: "Qian Renxue?" Besides Qian Renxue, he couldn't think of any reason for these Spirit Empire troops to return to Jialing Pass.
Marshal Ge Long smiled slightly: "Her Majesty the Seagod, perhaps they've come to surrender."
Tang San said: "No matter what, let's go take a look at the walls. If it's a small force, there's a very high chance of surrender. But this time there's almost a hundred thousand people, this is practically the total number of Spirit Emperor troops that escaped. "
The group quickly reached the walls of Jialing Pass. Jialing Pass was mainly used to defend the Tendou Empire side, and the walls closer to the Spirit Empire side weren't so thick and sturdy, but they still had at least main city level defensive power. When the Tendou Empire's powers reached the walls, they could just see the Spirit Empire army slowly approaching.
Through visual inspection, they could see that this Spirit Emperor troop's formation was scattered, a motley crew no matter how they looked at it, and even more lacking in imposing manner. Let alone the Tendou Empire's great army guarding Jialing Pass, even if there were only twenty or thirty thousand people, this army might not be able to break through.
Marshal Ge Long laughed out loud: "It seems my judgement was correct, they should have come to surrender."
"Aren't you afraid the wind will cut your tongue?" Just as marshal Ge Long's voice fell, an ice cold voice suddenly echoed from the walls of Jialing Pass. Hearing this voice, the others only felt astonished, but Tang San's expression suddenly changed. Two rays of golden blue light suddenly shot out of his eyes.
Two figures shot out from the Spirit Empire's disorderly army. They didn't come for Jialing Pass, but rather flew straight into the sky. The color of the sky changed as they flew higher. Half of it was golden red, and the other half was dark purple. It made the Jialing Pass look very strange.
That ice cold voice echoed again, "Tang San, come out to die."
Others might not be able to see clearly, but Tang San clearly saw who those two were. Floating in the air, releasing golden red light that illuminated the sky, was without a doubt the God of Angels Qian Renxue. Right now, her Angelic Raiment was completely restored, and she expressionlessly looked in his direction.
Next to Qian Renxue was a malevolent-looking woman completely shrouded in armor glittering with dark purple light, her complexion purple. From her silhouette and aura, Tang San barely recognized her identity. It was the Spirit Empire's Empress, Bibi Dong. To be more precise, it should be: Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong.
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