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

Chapter 59 Lan Yuan VS Tang Hao! The right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor shocked Tang Hao: This is Ah Yin's soul bone!
Tang Hao stared intently at Lan Yuan, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:
"cause and effect?
What is the cause and effect between you and me?

He had never seen this boy before, nor had he ever been to Blue Silver City, so what karmic entanglement could there be?
Could it be that Lan Yuan and A Yin have some kind of relationship?
Lan Yuan did not answer him, but simply looked quietly at Lan Yu on the throne.

On the throne, Lan Yu's languid posture changed slightly.

The playful curve at the corner of his mouth became even more pronounced.

This is going to be interesting.

"Ha ha……"

Lan Yu's soft laughter echoed in the hall as he slowly sat up straight.

His gaze fell once again on Tang Hao's face, which was filled with despair and confusion.

"Tang Hao."

Lan Yu's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"I've changed my mind now."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Tang Hao's lifeless heart!
Tang Hao suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief, staring intently at Lan Yu, afraid of missing a single word.

Lan Yu seemed to enjoy his expression at that moment, and slowly extended a finger, pointing at the cold-faced Lan Yuan.

"I can revive Ah Yin."

Lan Yu spoke clearly, word by word:
"But the prerequisite is... you have to defeat Blue Yuan."

"Om-!"

Tang Hao's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Ecstasy, astonishment, absurdity, pain... countless emotions surged wildly in his chest like a flood bursting its banks.

Hope, in his most desperate moment, returned in the most incredible and cruel way!
Defeat Lan Yuan?

Defeat this boy?

He subconsciously looked at Lan Yuan, the boy who resembled his son by seven or eight points.

The other party's eyes remained cold, even carrying a hint of provocation and fighting spirit, as if they had long anticipated this outcome.

He wants him to...do something to this face?
Tang Hao felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing him unbearable pain.

Who is he?
He is the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and the Haotian Douluo who overpowers the Spirit Hall!
Asking him to beat up a boy who looks no more than ten years old should have been an easy and effortless task.

But it's this face...

"how?"

Lan Yu's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Does the mighty Haotian Douluo lack even this much confidence?"

"No...I..."

Tang Hao's voice was extremely hoarse. He looked at Lan Yuan, then at Lan Yu, his eyes filled with struggle and pleading.

"Why? Why him?"

"Because he wants to fight you."

Lan Yu's answer was simple yet domineering:

"And I want to see you fight. Is that reason enough?"

Lan Yu slowly stood up, his languid demeanor vanishing, replaced by a godlike majesty and indifference.

"Of course, to be fair, and also to make this 'settling of karma' drama more interesting."

Lan Yu's gaze swept over Tang Hao, and an invisible force of law descended instantly.

"I will suppress your soul power to the same level as Lan Yuan's."

Tang Hao felt that the vast and boundless soul power within his body was instantly sealed and compressed by an irresistible force, ultimately settling at a Soul Emperor level that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him!
"Now," Lan Yu sat back on his throne, like an emperor watching a play, and delivered his final verdict to Tang Hao, who was now pale as a ghost, "Your cultivation levels are now the same."

"Tang Hao, let me see your resolve."

"Will you cling to your laughable fatherly love and lose your only chance to resurrect your wife? Or... shatter your son's 'illusion' with your own hands to achieve your own happy ending?"

"Choose."

"it is good!"

This single word seemed to be squeezed out from between Tang Hao's teeth, carrying a bloody and resolute air.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the hesitation in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed, replaced by a desperate madness.

"As long as I can revive Ah Yin... let alone a boy who looks like a mistress, even if he's a real god, I'll kill him for you!"

Tang Hao kept hypnotizing himself:

That's an illusion, it's fake, that's not my son.

For Gintoki, for Gintoki...

Seeing Tang Hao agree, Lan Yu, sitting on the throne, smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, that's more like it."

Lan Yu casually waved his hand, and an irresistible spatial force instantly enveloped the two of them.

In a dizzying moment, the magnificent halls around them vanished, replaced by an ancient arena suspended in the void.

All around was endless darkness and stars, but this arena emitted a cold, pale light, as if it were a battlefield specially set up for life-or-death duels.

Tang Hao landed, his Clear Sky Hammer slamming heavily onto the ground with a loud clang, his black soul power surging.

Although he was suppressed to the level of a level 62 Soul Emperor, the domineering aura belonging to Haotian Douluo was still terrifying.

Opposite him, Lan Yuan held a Blue Lightning Overlord Spear that crackled with lightning, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His expression was as cold as ice, showing no fear whatsoever.

The development of the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul has been the subject of research for 20,000 to 30,000 years.

The Blue Silver Clan has developed it to its fullest potential.

Let alone melee-type martial soul forms like the Blue Silver Overlord Spear and Blue Silver Shield.

Even other attributes, such as lightning, fire, and poison, can be fused and mixed by using the life system, which is so powerful it's almost abnormal, as the core.

"let's start."

Lan Yu's voice drifted faintly from the void.

Almost the instant the sound fell, Lan Yuan moved!
Without any unnecessary words, Lan Yuan stomped his foot and, like a blue lightning bolt, instantly closed in.

The spear in his hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, accompanied by a piercing thunderous sound, straight for Tang Hao's throat!

"Humph!"

Tang Hao snorted coldly. Although his soul power was suppressed, his combat experience was extremely rich. He raised his Clear Sky Hammer, ready to unleash the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to counterattack.

However, just as Lan Yuan charged forward, a sudden change occurred!
A dazzling blue light suddenly shone on Lan Yuan's right leg.

The light was full of vitality, yet it also carried a kingly majesty. An aura that Tang Hao knew so well that it was etched into his very bones instantly filled the entire arena.

That is……

Tang Hao's hammer swing froze instantly.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Lan Yuan's glowing right leg.

That aura was gentle and inclusive, carrying a faint fragrance of blue silver grass—the aura he had longed for for over a decade!
That's Ah Yin's scent!
That's... the right leg bone of a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor!

"Ah Yin..."

Tang Hao's lips trembled, and his brain seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer, buzzing loudly.

Looking at Lan Yuan's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Ah Yin's, and then at the soul bone emanating Ah Yin's aura, a thought that made his eyes bloodshot instantly overwhelmed his reason:

No wonder... no wonder he looks so much like Gintoki!
　It's late, but it's here! Thank you all for your support. I'll still finish posting tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)