Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as Firefly, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 73 The Shadow Behind the Light, the Hypocrisy of an Angel with Broken Wings!

Chapter 73 The Shadow Behind the Light, the Hypocrisy of an Angel with Broken Wings!

Amidst the anticipation and unease of everyone watching, the dark gray mist condensed, and the name of the eighth-place finisher suddenly appeared!

[TOP8 - Qian Renxue, Young Master of the Spirit Hall and Successor of the Angel God!]

Martial Soul City, Angel God's Trial Secret Realm.

Qian Renxue, who was undergoing the divine test of the angels and was bathed in holy golden light, like a goddess descending to earth, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her once confident and proud golden eyes were now fixed on the sky, her beautiful face filled with disbelief and anger.

"A hypocrite? Me?!"

Qian Renxue's voice became shrill because of the extreme absurdity.

"I am the successor of the angelic God, the spokesperson for light! My heart is filled only with justice and light, how could I possibly be a hypocrite?!"

She can't accept it!

She infiltrated the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace from a young age, enduring humiliation and hardship for over a decade, sacrificing her childhood and youth for the sake of the Spirit Hall's cause.

She believed herself to be upright and honest, and that even in her plot to seize power, she never indiscriminately killed innocent people.

Now, the heavens have actually slapped the filthy label of "hypocrite" on her head.

"Absurd! This is utterly ridiculous!" The Angelic Holy Sword in Shou Chexue's hand hummed, as if sensing its master's anger.

However, the heavens are merciless. They will not change because of Qian Renxue's anger; instead, they use the coldest words to tear open the truth deep within her heart that she herself does not want to face.

[Reason for inclusion: Self-righteous "fairness" and "selfish desires" leading to betrayal of one's allies.]

[Evaluation: As the young master of the Spirit Hall and the future Angel God, she should have prioritized the interests of the Spirit Hall above all else. However, after becoming a god, she had countless opportunities to directly eliminate her nemesis Tang San, yet, for the sake of a so-called "fair battle" and to satisfy her ridiculous "desire for conquest," she repeatedly let the tiger return to the mountain.]

This may appear to be the demeanor of a strong person, the conduct of a gentleman, but in reality, it is a complete betrayal of the overall interests of the Spirit Hall!

To overcome her inner demons and prove herself stronger than Tang San, she disregarded the lives of countless Soul Masters in the Spirit Hall. She used the lives of millions as bargaining chips in her gamble.

This kind of "fairness" is mercy to her enemies; but to those soldiers who believe in her, follow her, and shed blood for the Martial Soul Empire, it is extreme selfishness and the greatest hypocrisy!

Ironically, she fell in love with her enemy, Tang San, who was determined to destroy the Spirit Empire and kill her family!

As she looked at these heart-wrenching words, Qian Renxue's face turned deathly pale, and her once upright body swayed precariously.

"No—this isn't real—I didn't—"

She wanted to argue, to shout, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, images from the future, like irrefutable evidence, were ruthlessly presented to the world.

[Future Images: The Fall of Angels]

In the scene, Qian Renxue has already become a god.

She was adorned in angelic attire, with six outstretched wings, and hung high in the sky, as dazzling as the sun.

Opposite her was Tang San, who had not yet become a god and whose strength was far inferior to hers.

At that time, Tang San was like an ant in her hands. As long as she gently swung the Angelic Holy Sword, the greatest threat to the Spirit Hall would be wiped out.

However, Qian Renxue in the picture did not make a move.

She held her chin up arrogantly, her eyes filled with a playful and expectant glint, like a cat toying with a mouse: "Tang San, I'll give you a chance. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll let you go."

"I don't need to take advantage of your vulnerability. I want to defeat you fairly and squarely in the fairest duel, so that you will submit to me willingly and without reservation!"

The scene changes.

Outside Jialing Pass, corpses littered the fields.

Soul Masters of the Spirit Empire fell in droves under the Tang Family Army's hidden weapons, their blood staining the moat crimson. Countless loyal warriors cried out "Long live the Angel God!" before their deaths, yearning for their god to unleash divine punishment and save them.

However, what is their god doing?

Qian Renxue is currently engaged in a so-called "bet" with the Sea God Tang San. For that man, she gave up the siege, gave up the sneak attack, and even generously allowed Tang San to recover his divine power when it was exhausted.

In the end, Tang San turned the tables and used the Asura Divine Sword to sever the angel's wings.

The Martial Soul Empire has been destroyed.

The scene freezes on the moment Qian Renxue's divine position shatters and she falls from the sky. In her eyes, there is no regret for the empire's destruction, only an extremely complex mix of love and hate as she looks at Tang San.

"Did you see that?"

The voice from the heavens seemed to whisper in Qian Renxue's ear, "This is your justice. For a man, for your ridiculous pride, you destroyed the entire empire. The souls of those who died because of you, their vengeful spirits are watching you."

"puff--!"

In reality, Qian Renxue, witnessing these scenes, was overcome with anger and vomited a mouthful of blood onto the steps in front of the angel statue.

"I—I actually—"

Her hand trembled as she pointed at the foolish version of herself in the image, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that the love-struck woman who disregarded the bigger picture for a man was actually her future self!

"I've fallen in love with—Tang San?"

This thought gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake. She was a proud angel; how could she fall in love with that remnant of the Haotian Sect, that enemy who had ruined her plans?

Offering Hall.

As the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu looked at the sky, his once straight spine instantly hunched over.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down his aged cheeks.

"A tragedy—it's all a tragedy—"

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh, his voice filled with endless weariness and disappointment.

He devoted his entire life to this cause, even preparing to sacrifice his own life, all so that his granddaughter could become a goddess and restore the glory of angels.

But what he never expected was that what destroyed everything was not the enemy's strength, but his granddaughter's impure heart.

"Xiaoxue, you're so foolish—" Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue in the picture, who had let Tang San go for the sake of "fairness," and his heart ached.

"To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself. How can you, as an emperor or a deity, be swayed by mortal desires? How can you forget your responsibilities for the sake of personal greed?"

At that moment, this peerless Douluo seemed to age twenty years in an instant. He knew that the glory of the Angel Clan was likely to be ruined by this word "love".

Pope's Palace.

In contrast to the somber atmosphere of the main hall, a chilling burst of laughter erupted from here.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha—!!"

Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne, laughing so hard she almost fell over, throwing her scepter aside.

She pointed at Qian Renxue on the sky, laughing until tears streamed down her face, her makeup was a little smudged, but she didn't care at all.

"Qian Daoliu! Do you see this? This is the successor you've carefully nurtured! This is the hope of your Qian family!"

Bibi Dong's voice was shrill and manic, echoing throughout the hall, "Hypocrite! Haha, well said! Absolutely brilliant!"

"For the sake of so-called fairness? For the sake of conquest? How utterly ridiculous!"

As Bibi Dong laughed, tears streamed down her face, and the mockery in her laughter gradually turned into a mournful wail.

As she looked at the fallen angel in the picture, and at the undisguised love in Qian Renxue's eyes for Tang San, the pleasure in her heart suddenly vanished, replaced by a chill that penetrated to the bone and a sense of resonance.

"So—we're the same."

Bibi Dong stopped laughing wildly, slumped on her throne, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Qian Renxue, my good daughter—you still have half of my blood in you after all."

"I fell in love with Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing, that theoretical master, but your father ruined my life, turning me into this inhuman, ghostly state."

"And you—you actually fell in love with Yu Xiaogang's disciple, you fell in love with Tang San."

"Why can't my daughter and I escape this fate? Why must we both fall in love with the enemy destined to destroy us?"

Bibi Dong gently stroked her cheek with her fingers, where a single, cold teardrop lay.

She hated the Qian family, hated Qian Xunji, and by extension, hated this daughter who carried the Qian family bloodline. But at this moment, looking at Qian Renxue's doomed tragic future, a twisted pity rose in her heart.

"Is this retribution? Qian Xunji, do you see? Your daughter, because she fell in love with the enemy, has personally destroyed the legacy you left behind!"

"This is the karma you created! It's retribution! It's all retribution!!"

Bibi Dong burst into laughter again, but this time, her laughter was filled with endless sorrow and despair.

The entire Spirit Hall fell into a deathly silence and chaos.

The faith in the angels is wavering, and the Pope's madness is spreading.

The Sky Curtain's inventory continues; it seems it has no intention of letting any hypocrite on this continent go unpunished.

As Qian Renxue's image fades, a new ranking begins to emerge.

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