Douluo Continent: Blue Silver Becomes a God, Everlasting Forever!

Chapter 57 Lan Yuan: Ah Yin is the traitor! Tang Hao kneels and kowtows: All the mistakes are mine!

After saying that, Tang Hao kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the hard wooden floor with a dull thud.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Tang Hao remained in the position of kowtowing, his heart pounding, awaiting the pronouncement of that supreme being.

However, the expected anger or pity did not materialize.

On the throne, Lan Yu still leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

After listening to Tang Hao's tearful accusations and pleas, Lan Yu's lips merely curled up slightly, forming a smile that was neither a smile nor a smirk.

There was no sympathy, no anger in that smile, only a mocking and indifferent look, as if watching a clown.

Lan Yu didn't speak, and didn't even move a finger.

He just watched Tang Hao kneeling on the ground quietly, as if he were watching a ridiculous farce.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment.

Tang Hao waited in vain for a response, and a sense of panic rose in his heart.

Tang Hao slowly raised his head, meeting Lan Yu's extremely indifferent eyes.

That indifferent look sent a chill down Tang Hao's spine.

"Emperor... Emperor?"

Tang Hao's voice trembled slightly, "You..."

Tang Hao was about to say something more, trying to recount Ah Yin's tragic experience once again.

Just then, the blue-haired boy who had been standing below the throne, a boy Tang Hao found incredibly familiar, suddenly took a step forward.

"enough."

The boy's voice was clear and cold, yet it carried an undeniable authority despite its youthful appearance, instantly interrupting Tang Hao's words.

Tang Hao was stunned and subconsciously looked at Lan Yuan.

Lan Yuan's deep blue eyes were now flashing with undisguised coldness and disdain.

Lan Yuan looked down at Tang Hao, extending a finger and coldly pointing at the flowerpot in Tang Hao's arms.

"You keep saying that there are traitors in the Blue Silver Clan, and you even want the Emperor to stand up for her?"

Lan Yuan sneered, his tone as sharp as an ice blade:
"Tang Hao, don't you really understand?"
"The so-called traitor of the Blue Silver Clan, isn't it just this Blue Silver Grass you're holding in your arms?"

"what?!"

Tang Hao was struck dumb, frozen in place, staring at Lan Yuan in disbelief.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about?!"

First of all, Ah Yin is the Blue Silver Emperor!

Secondly, how could she possibly be a traitor?!

"Blue Silver Emperor?"

The mockery in Lan Yuan's eyes intensified.

"She doesn't even deserve to be called empress?"

Lan Yuan descended the steps one by one, staring intently at Tang Hao, each word sharp and piercing:

"As the emperor of a clan, enjoying the blessings of the entire clan, he should shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the clan and leading it to prosperity."

But what did she do?

"For a human man, she abandoned her people and gave up her responsibilities!"

For the sake of her so-called 'love,' she disregarded the plight of millions of Blue Silver Grassland citizens.

Lan Yuan's voice echoed in the hall, making Tang Hao's eardrums buzz.

"In the world of soul beasts, the betrayal of the emperor is the greatest sin!"

She chose you, and ignoring the Emperor's advice is a betrayal of her race!

Her tragic end, sacrificing herself and losing all her cultivation, was merely the cycle of fate, a consequence of her own actions!

"How dare you hold this traitor in your arms and beg the current emperor to revive her?" Lan Yuan stopped three steps away from Tang Hao, staring coldly at the flowerpot as if looking at a sinner.

"Tang Hao, you are simply... utterly ridiculous!"

"Nonsense! Ah Yin is kind and innocent, and has never done anything immoral or immoral. How could she be a traitor?!"

Tang Hao's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, and he almost roared as he refuted Lan Yuan's words.

He could not accept that his beloved wife, the woman who would sacrifice her life for love, was given such a stigma.

However, before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

The figure that had been lazily leaning on the throne finally moved.

Lan Yu slowly stood up.

With just the movement of standing up, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze instantly, and the originally flowing life force became as heavy as lead.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an ancient divine mountain collapsing, crashed down!
However, this pressure was controlled with exquisite skill; it avoided the blue energy beside it, and even avoided the fragile blue silver grass in Tang Hao's arms.

They locked onto Tang Hao alone!
"boom--!"

Tang Hao felt as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down hard on his spine.

His powerful soul force, befitting a titled Douluo, was as insignificant as a candle flame before this vast and overwhelming pressure, and was instantly suppressed.

"Crack!"

With a cracking sound as his bones could no longer bear the weight, Tang Hao's back, which had been trying to straighten, bent instantly, and his knees slammed heavily onto the hard wooden floor.

"Boom!!!"

The muffled thud was several times heavier than when he kowtowed earlier, as if the entire hall trembled.

The excruciating pain spread from my knee throughout my body, but what hurt even more than the physical pain was the humiliation in my heart.

Who is he?
He is Haotian Douluo!

He was the man who once wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, dared to strike the Pope, and struck fear into the hearts of the Spirit Hall!
In his entire life, apart from heaven and earth and his parents, when has he ever knelt before anyone?

But now, the other party didn't even make a move. The mere aura released from standing up was enough to make him kneel on the ground without any resistance, and even raising his head became a luxury.

Sweat mixed with blood dripped down Tang Hao's cheeks.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums, his heart filled with resentment and unwillingness.

But he could not resist, nor dared to resist.

Because what he held in his arms was his only hope.

Tang Hao forced down the metallic taste in his throat, his hands trembling as he raised the Blue Silver Grass above his head, his voice hoarse, tinged with a humble sob:

"Your Majesty... all the blame lies with me, Tang Hao... Ah Yin is innocent..."

"You are the supreme being of the plant realm, the emperor of the Blue Silver Clan..."

I beg you, for she was once a queen, have mercy... and resurrect her..."

"If you're willing to save her, my life, Tang Hao's life, is yours!"
I'd do anything, even be a beast of burden, without a single complaint!

Tang Hao kowtowed heavily once more, humbled to the point of being reduced to dust.

However, all he received in response was still deathly silence.

Lan Yu stood with his hands behind his back, atop the high steps of the throne, looking down at the once arrogant Tang Hao.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

In his deep, starry eyes, Tang Hao's disheveled, kneeling figure was reflected.

Lan Yu's lips still held that ambiguous smile, neither agreeing nor refusing, nor showing any anger.

That look was as if he were looking at an ant, performing a ridiculous and laughable act at the feet of a dragon for the sake of so-called "love".

Silent mockery is often more despairing than the most vicious words.

"Lan Yuan, do you think I should say yes?"

Lan Yu turned his head and looked at Lan Yuandao.

(Sorry for the late update! Something came up and I'll update again at 12:03 tomorrow!)
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