Tang Hao raised his head and stared at Tang Chen with his bloodshot eyes, as if a drowning man had grasped the last straw. His voice was hoarse and full of tremors of disbelief.
I am already a disabled person, my soul power has been suppressed, I am in jail, my reputation is ruined, and my son has become a public enemy in the mainland.
With this kind of self, what qualifications do I have to talk about "it's too late"?
Tang Chen looked at him like this and sighed in his heart, but there was still no expression on his face.
"Of course, but..."
"Do you think you still have a chance on your own?"
He asked coldly,
"With your current demeanor, let alone cleaning up the door and punishing Tang San, you can't even get out of this cell."
He smiled mockingly, his smile uglier than crying.
"But,"
Tang Chen changed the topic, and every word hit Tang Hao's heart,
"There is someone who can give you this opportunity."
Tang Hao raised his head suddenly.
"There is such a person,"
Tang Chen's eyes became deep, he seemed to be recalling and looking forward,
"He is young, but he is already a chess player in the mainland. He inherited the inheritance of God Shura, but embarked on a completely different path."
Hairy inheritance of God Shura?
Tang Hao was greatly shocked. Isn't that the God of Death realm that he obtained in the City of Killing back then, which ultimately leads to the divine position?
Has been inherited?
"His subordinates are as strong as clouds, and there are many titled Douluo."
Tang Chen continued, with a hint of awe in his tone unconsciously,
"Even... even I chose to stand on his side."
Tang Hao's mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
How is this possible?
What kind of person can make so many top men bow down?
"The treasures in his hands are countless, and there are even some real objects from the divine realm."
Tang Chen's words continued, like a heavy hammer, completely smashing Tang Hao's remaining pride and confidence. I know,
"He has the ability and the will to fight against the catastrophe caused by Tang San. And you, Tang Hao, may still have some value in his eyes."
Tang Hao's heart beat wildly.
He understood, completely understood.
The person Grandpa mentioned is undoubtedly the leader of the Liulitian Sect who imprisoned him, Ning Liu!
That young man... actually has such a terrifying background and strength?
But it wasn’t like this before!
How long has it been since? !
Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind. There was shock, reluctance, and humiliation.
He is Haotian Douluo Tang Hao!
Let him bow to a teenager and even beg for a chance?
But...
He thought of Ah Yin who sacrificed himself, of Tang San who had turned into a demon, of the sect that had been implicated by him, and of the grandfather in front of him who hated iron but failed to make steel.
How much is your pride worth?
What does one’s own face mean in the face of the honor and disgrace of the sect and the safety of the mainland?
Tang San is his son. As a father, he has an unshirkable responsibility for the sins he committed!
I must make up for it, I must end it all with my own hands!
Even if it means paying any price!
"I do!"
He did not look at Tang Chen again, because he knew that this opportunity was not given by his great-grandfather, but that he needed to fight for it himself.
Tang Chen looked at his decisive back, and the tight lines on his face finally softened a little.
This grandson has not been completely destroyed after all.
At this moment, the heavy spar prison door was pushed open again.
A slender figure appeared at the door, it was Ning Liu.
He was still dressed in simple white clothes and had an indifferent temperament, as if he was just taking a walk after dinner and passing by by chance.
His eyes calmly swept through everything in the cell, and finally landed on Tang Hao who was kneeling on the ground without any surprise.
Tang Hao felt that gaze and his body froze.
An instinctive sense of resistance and shame welled up from the bottom of my heart.
He is Tang Hao after all. He was once a legend in the mainland, but now he has to kneel down and beg for mercy from a junior who he could easily crush to death.
But this thought only passed through his mind for a moment, and was crushed by his stronger determination.
He thought of the mistakes he had made and the responsibilities he should bear.
Honestly admitting mistakes and bearing the consequences, this is what Haotian Sect disciples should be like!
"Liu Litian Sect Master, Ning Liu!"
Tang Hao raised his head, looked directly into Ning Liu's eyes, and spoke loudly and clearly every word.
"I, Tang Hao, plead guilty to you for robbing your ancestral lot at the auction!"
"This matter was driven by my greed and despicable behavior, and I am willing to bear all the consequences!"
"I, Tang Hao, failed to teach my son well, which caused the evil son Tang San to bring trouble to the mainland, ruined his life, and shamed all the people in the world! I am willing to clean up the family with my own hands to atone for my sins!"
h The Lord will not give up, and I am willing to serve you as my Lord! From now on, Tang Hao's life and body will be controlled by the Lord, whether on the mountain of knives or in the sea of fire! I just ask the Lord to give me a chance to atone for my sins!" After saying this, he knocked his head heavily on the cold ground with a muffled sound.
"I am willing to be the Lord's dog and horse!"
The entire dungeon fell into a deathly silence.
Tang Chen stood aside, watching this scene with mixed feelings in his heart.
He was not only happy that Tang Hao could put down his posture and wake up, but also felt sad that the most outstanding genius of the Haotian Sect had fallen into such a state.
But in the end, following Ning Liu and starting a new life is the right path!
Ning Liu did not answer immediately.
He walked slowly to Tang Hao and looked at him quietly.
His eyes were calm, but Tang Hao felt that he was clearly seen from the inside out.
His remaining pride, unwillingness and calculation are all invisible in front of these eyes.
Time seems to have frozen.
For Tang Hao, every second is torture.
Finally, Ning Liu spoke, his voice still calm:
"A dead Haotian Douluo is worthless to me. But a Haotian Douluo who knows his mistakes, can correct them, and is willing to fight for the mainland is a good sword."
He stretched out his hand and raised it gently.
A gentle but irresistible force lifted Tang Hao up from the ground.
"Your new identity is that you are a member of Liulitian's "Sin" Department, and you have made meritorious deeds."
Tang Hao's body was shaking violently. He looked at Ning Liu, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.
"Senior Tang Chen,"
Ning Liu turned to Tang Chen,
"Take him to freshen up and change into clean clothes."
"It's time for us to discuss matters."
Ning Liu turned around and walked out of the prison.
"A storm sweeping the entire continent is coming soon."
Tang Hao looked at Ning Liu's back, clenched his fists tightly, and dug his nails deeply into his palms.
He knew that from this moment on, his life had completely changed.
Haotian Douluo Tang Hao is dead.
The only one who survived was a soldier of Liulitian, a sinner eager to atone for his sins.