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Chapter 280 Bibi Dong VS Xue Di (Refresh later)

After making sure that the method was correct, Qian Daoliu asked Tang Chen and Poseidon to remove the internal imprint of the divine power. Qian Daoliu began to transform the angelic divine power. There were too many monsters, so he did not dare to be careless.

At the Haotian Sect's headquarters, Tang San and Tang Hao had worried looks on their faces. When Qian Daoliu used his divine power just now, it was so powerful that it seemed as if a god had descended to the earth, making the soul masters present feel fear from the bottom of their hearts and realize their own insignificance.

Tang San urged his father with his eyes, and Tang Hao had no choice but to ask the mysterious Tang Chen: "Grandfather, was the Spirit Hall's chief priest using the power of angels just now?"

Tang Chen is currently honing his realm, and ultimately has not passed the divine test to slowly gain compatibility. He needs to gradually align himself with the laws represented by the God of Slaughter in order to unleash the true power of the godhood.

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang Chen opened his eyes and secretly had a headache, but this matter must be understood, otherwise it would be detrimental to the subsequent alliance of the three forces.

"Hao'er, Xiao San."

Tang Chen sent a message to Tang Hao and his son, "I have reached an alliance with the chief priest of the Spirit Hall and the chief priest of the Sea God Island. We will exchange our points for the position of God and become the God of Slaughter."

"I feel that when I consolidate my position as a god, I can revive mortals. When I revive your wife, the hatred between you and Spirit Hall will be mostly resolved. As for the hatred of the dead disciples, the death of Qian Daoliu's son is enough to pay it back."

Upon hearing that Tang Chen had become a god, Tang San's eyes fixed, and then he discovered that the blood-red sword that his great-grandfather had always carried with him was gone. He was moved, could it be that weapon?
He did not have much resentment towards the Spirit Hall. Due to his lack of experience, he did not have any real feeling towards the Spirit Hall. Instead, he hated Lin Bai more for cursing and suppressing him. Lin Bai was the person he wanted to kill the most.

"If he can revive my mother, then he does not have any grudge against the Spirit Hall, but will my father agree?"

Tang San thought in his heart and looked at Tang Hao whose expression changed.

Tang Hao was conflicted. He didn't know what to do if he was suddenly asked to let go of the hatred he had been holding for nearly a decade. If everything was over, then why had he been decadent for six years and lived in seclusion despite his hidden injuries?
"Grandfather, I can't swallow the anger in my heart."

To be honest, Tang Hao has never been a generous person. He can even be said to be very stingy. Over the years, he has slaughtered at least eighty branches of the Spirit Hall, but the more he kills, the deeper the hatred in his heart.

Tang Chen sighed, shook his head and said, "Chi'er, if that's the case, I can only tell you the truth. The six-winged angel martial spirit inherited by the Qian family originated from the Angel God. Qian Daoliu's granddaughter inherited the throne and will soon become a first-level god. Pope Bibi Dong also has the Rakshasa God inheritance."

"If the continent hadn't changed in recent years, you would have ended up dead if you took Xiao San to seek revenge on the Spirit Hall."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Hao and Tang San's faces changed drastically. They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Tang San was particularly frightened. If it weren't for Lin Bai, he would probably have had a bad ending as well.

None of the three knew that Tang San was favored by the gods, so it was not wrong to think so.

Tang Hao laughed at himself, with a bitter taste that was hard to dissolve: "So... my decadence in the past few years has saved my life. With the inheritance of two gods, it's no wonder that the Spirit Hall has always been so domineering and has the ambition to unify the continent."

If he became a god, he would definitely be more domineering and dictatorial than the Spirit Hall.

“No wonder great-grandfather wanted to form an alliance with the Spirit Hall. Now the entire continent is suppressed by the blue stone tablet and we can’t fight. We can only watch two gods being born in the Spirit Hall… In this case, I am naturally willing to consider the overall situation and ask grandfather to resurrect Ah Yin in the future.” Facing the gods, the proud Haotian twins had to bow their heads. In front of the gods, a Titled Douluo is no stronger than an ant.

Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that his father would disregard the consequences for his mother. However, the mother he had never met felt guilty and ashamed of her own thoughts. How could he think like that?

You are unworthy of being a son!

Oh right… Tang San remembered something, his eyes lit up: “Great-grandfather, you are already a god, so doesn’t that mean you have already reserved the championship position! By then, my Haotian Sect will also be a sect with two gods, so we don’t have to be afraid of the Spirit Hall. With Aunt Poseidon here, even if Qian Daoliu becomes a third-level god, we will still have the upper hand in the alliance!”

Tang Chen smiled and pointed at Tang San: "You, your brain works much faster than your father's. He is just a blockhead."

“Yes, after becoming a god, I realized that gods are different from mortals. For example, those disciples who died can be resurrected slowly after a few years. By then, our Haotian Sect will not suffer any losses. But in the God Realm, with three more god allies, we can gain a foothold faster. Even if we can’t adapt, we have a way out.”

Tang Chen did not say that he had offended a God King, so he should bear all the responsibilities.

Then Tang Chen looked at Tang Hao with a look of anger on his face, "Hao'er, you were the most talented disciple of the Haotian Sect in the past hundred years, except for Xiao San. But maybe I was too pampering to you, and your mind was too immature. A little blow can make you unable to recover. I am really disappointed."

As he spoke, he shook his head: "Before, I wanted to pass on the godhood to you, but now it seems that you still need experience. Xiao San has a second martial soul that can quickly cultivate to the ninety-ninth level. When he obtains the godhood, I will hand it over to him to become a god. As for you, you can slowly cultivate first when you reach the God Realm. The three of us will definitely plan a godhood for you. Are you convinced?"

Tang Hao opened his mouth, but no words came out.

After two seconds of silence, he shook his head and said, "It's all up to Grandfather. I'm useless. I will cheer myself up and not let Grandfather down again."

"Well. It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been stolen. I hope you remember what I said today."

Tang Chen taught Tang Hao a lesson in front of Tang San without giving him any face, which showed that he was very disappointed in him.

Tang San was ecstatic in his heart, but he controlled his expression very well, and soon calmed down, saying: "Great-grandfather, why don't you let father inherit the throne? I'm not in a hurry."

"No need to refuse. I have made up my mind. Tang Hao needs experience. He is not as mature as a child. I have not disciplined him enough in order to become a god. Fortunately, gods are immortal. Becoming a god is just the starting point of the cultivation path. There is still a long time to make up for it."

Tang Chen was very satisfied with Tang San's humility. This was the family atmosphere he wanted to see. Unfortunately, most of the disciples only cared about themselves and were completely unable to care for the disciples.

Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent.

After one conversation, the ten-year-long hatred between Spirit Hall and Haotian Sect was completely eliminated. I am afraid that no soul master could have imagined such a magical scene.

The competition continued, and the two people drawn this time were the Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong, and the Lord of the Far North, Snow Emperor.

(End of this chapter)