Gangzi stared at the foul-smelling latrine behind him, then at Tang San, and his expression immediately turned ugly.
"You… what do you want to do?" Yu Xiaogang asked nervously.
The next moment, Tang San directly severed Yu Xiaogang's limbs, turning him into a human stump. The Asura God's power covered Yu Xiaogang's wounds, instantly healing them.
Then, Tang San kicked Yu Xiaogang straight into the latrine.
Now, with both arms and legs gone, Yu Xiaogang could only writhe weakly inside the pit, squirming up and down like a maggot.
Tang San's lips twisted into a cruel smile.
"Gangzi, this is your fate. Don't worry, it won't end so easily. I've infused your body with the power of the Asura God — it'll keep you alive, hanging by half a breath.
You'll live longer than anyone else on the entire Douluo Continent… ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, maybe more. You'll keep on living — like this."
Yu Xiaogang's small, shaven head trembled as the words entered his ears. In agony, he begged,
"No… Lord Asura God, you can't— ugh— you can't do this to me!"
"But this latrine might not last tens of thousands of years," Tang San continued coldly. He enveloped the entire latrine in Asura divine power, then cut it out of the ground and sealed it inside the dimensional space within his Asura Divine Sword's sheath.
"If I survive the battles to come… heh, I'll slowly deal with you. But if I fall in battle, that's fine too. Gangzi, then you can just rot here in your rightful place, wallowing like a maggot for thousands of years."
With that, Tang San sheathed his sword.
Throughout the entire process, none of the alliance's high-ranking officials dared to breathe too loudly.
Everyone had known that once Tang San became a god, Yu Xiaogang's death was inevitable — it was the consensus.
But no one expected this kind of death. Originally, they had planned to publicly list Yu Xiaogang's crimes after Tang San's ascension, persuading Tang San to sever their teacher-student bond — a clean, "righteous" excuse for killing his teacher. But this…
Tang San had skipped all pretense. He just came out and said it: I killed my father, and now I'll kill my teacher.
After a long silence, Ning Fengzhi was the first to step forward and say respectfully,
"Congratulations to His Excellency, the Asura God Tang San, for returning as a deity."
"Congratulations to the Asura God Tang San!"
The entire alliance echoed the sentiment in unison.
Yet Tang San's face showed no joy at all — as though becoming a god wasn't something worth celebrating.
"Rise," Tang San said indifferently, then walked toward the edge of the city, looking out in the direction of the Rakshasa God.
On the other side, behind the Slave Legion, Tang Xiao gazed toward the Issa Fortress.
"My dear little nephew seems to have become a god," Tang Xiao said with a smirk.
Next to him, Tang Hao — crawling on the ground — shouted excitedly,
"Hahahahaha! My son Tang San has become a god! He's become the Asura God! Tang Xiao, your end has come!"
Tang Xiao looked down at Tang Hao with contempt.
"Pathetic mouse. Even if your son's Asura God could beat me — which I doubt — you seem to forget your own situation. You're nothing but one of my lowly Slave now."
He stomped down hard on Tang Hao's body twice, continuing,
"Are you waiting for Tang San to defeat me and set you free? To resume your delusional dream of being the 'Father of a God,' 'Master of a Plane'? Hah!"
Hearing this, Tang Hao's expression faltered. "What are you planning to do?" he asked anxiously.
"What am I planning?" Tang Xiao pulled out his treasured Rakshasa Scythe and said with a grin,
"I want to see just how important you — his biological father — truly are to Tang San."
Tang Hao suddenly felt his body being torn apart, his form dissolving into dark energy that surged into the Rakshasa Scythe. As his face disintegrated, he cried out,
"Tang Xiao! What are you doing!?"
"What am I doing?" Tang Xiao sneered.
"Your soul will be absorbed into my Rakshasa Scythe. If I lose in battle, I can crush your soul with a single thought. When that happens, not even the gods will be able to resurrect you. Kekekeke…"
"You… you—!" Tang Hao's voice broke in despair.
He had accepted being slain by Tang San. He had even endured being resurrected as a Slave under Tang Xiao — because deep down, he still had one hope: that once Tang San became a god, he could resurrect both him and Ah Yin, returning their lives to the right track.
But Tang Xiao — that treacherous bastard — had played dirty. By destroying his soul, he would erase Tang Hao forever, ensuring that no matter how powerful Tang San became, it would never matter to him again.
After sealing Tang Hao's soul into the Rakshasa Scythe, Tang Xiao leapt high into the sky, unleashing his Rakshasa divine power without restraint.
He raised the scythe overhead, his nine soul rings glowing — black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red, gold.
A black domain surged outward toward Isa Fortress.
Meanwhile, at Issa Fortress, a green figure rose into the air. Holding the green Asura Divine Sword aloft, Tang San released his ten soul rings: black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, green — ten rings in total.
A green domain spread out from Tang San's center.
The sky above the battlefield was split in half — one side black, the other green.
Two giant ape-like figures faced each other in the heavens.
The one on the left held a green greatsword — a "Green-Furred Great General."
The one on the right wielded a purple scythe — a "Black-Headed Great Chieftain."
In the Divine Realm, inside the Eternal Temple, Huo Yuhao grinned and said,
"All right, it's quiz time! Guess who'll win — there are prizes for the right answer!"
He pointed toward Tang San. "The one on the left — we'll call him the Green-Furred Great General!"
Then he pointed to Tang Xiao. "And the one on the right — the Black-Headed Great Chieftain!"
"Now," Huo Yuhao continued cheerfully, "which of these two great apes do you think will win? Guess correctly, and you'll get a reward!"
The Rakshasa God chuckled.
"Judging by divine rank, the one I trained — the Black-Headed Great Chieftain — has the advantage. After all, the Rakshasa God's position is that of a peak first-rank deity, while the Asura God's position that the Green-Furred one inherited is only an ordinary first-rank. He might not even beat the Elemental Gods or the Seven Deadly Sins Gods. So, my money's on my creation."
The Angel God, Qian Han Yu, disagreed.
"Divine rank matters, yes — but not everything. Their levels aren't so far apart that one can't challenge the other. And the Green-Furred Great General has nothing left to lose. In terms of willpower and desperation, the Black-Headed Great Chieftain can't compare. So I believe the Green-Furred one might just pull off a miracle."
The crowd on the scene began placing bets on which of the two titans would win.
Most favored the black-headed chieftain — his raw power was higher, and his stats clearly outclassed the green-furred general.
Of course, some rooted for the green-furred general instead, hoping to see him outmaneuver his opponent and achieve victory through skill rather than brute strength.
High above, Tang Xiao and Tang San floated in the air like two massive gorillas locked in a standoff — Tang San's fur gleaming an eerie shade of green.
When Tang San finally saw the true form of the Rakshasa God, he froze.
Bibi Dong? No… this isn't her at all.
No matter how long he looked, he couldn't tell who was beneath that divine power. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Hahaha! My dear nephew, you still don't recognize your uncle?" the figure sneered.
"Uncle? You're… Tang Xiao?" Tang San was stunned. Now that he looked carefully, he could indeed see faint traces of Tang Xiao's features in the other's monstrous face.
But why did Tang Xiao inherit the Rakshasa God's position in this life? Tang San wondered, puzzled.
Meanwhile, the remnants of the Divine Order Alliance at Issac Fortress also received confirmation of the Rakshasa God's identity.
"So, that rat told you about me, didn't he?" Tang Xiao said coldly.
Tang San frowned. "There shouldn't be any reason for us to be enemies."
Tang Xiao gave a dark, mocking laugh. "Tang San, your very existence is a sin. You're the stain upon Ah Yin's name — a blemish that should have been erased."
Those words made Tang San's expression sink. He had heard something similar before… from Xiao Wu.
He clenched the Asura Sword tightly, hatred boiling inside him. Why… why must I bear the consequences of Tang Hao's sins?
"So," Tang San said grimly, "there's no room for compromise between us?"
Tang Xiao smirked. "You can take a look at this first."
He raised the Rakshasa Scythe — and from its blade extended a translucent spirit, wailing in agony.
"Little San… quick, help me!"
Tang San's eyes widened. That voice… Father?!
Tang Hao's soul writhed in torment, bound within the Rakshasa Scythe.
"This is your father's soul," Tang Xiao taunted. "It's in my hands. You ask if there's room for compromise? Sure — surrender yourself to me. Let me kill you and devour your essence, and I'll release his soul to reincarnate. Otherwise, I'll crush it right before your eyes."
Tang San's voice turned icy. "Are you threatening me?"
"You can think of it that way," Tang Xiao replied.
"Hahahahaha…" Tang San suddenly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Tang Xiao frowned.
Tang San's laughter grew darker. "I'm laughing at you for thinking you can use him to threaten me. Ridiculous! My misery in this life — much of it came from him. I was the one who sent him to his death. If you want to destroy his soul, go ahead. Please, be my guest."
"Little San, you…" Tang Hao's spirit stared at him in disbelief. He could hardly recognize the once-dutiful son he had known.
"Don't call me that, Tang Hao!" Tang San roared, his eyes glowing green with rage. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't been reborn, I wouldn't have suffered all this!"
Tang Xiao glanced mockingly at the trapped spirit. "Looks like your son doesn't care whether you live or die, old rat."
Then he retracted Tang Hao's soul and smirked. "But rather than crushing his soul myself, I'd prefer to let you finish off your dear father, my good nephew."
Just as divine energy began to surge between them, a calm voice echoed from below:
"Honored gods, please wait. Might you hear a word from me?"
It was Ning Fengzhi, approaching boldly under the protection of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Tang Xiao scowled. "Ning Fengzhi, what do you want?" Tang San's expression also turned impatient.
"I know there is resentment between you two," Ning Fengzhi said steadily, "but we should distinguish between our internal disputes and the greater threat. The newly founded Duoluo Federation is our true enemy.
They're destroying the order of the Douluo Continent — allowing commoners to inherit spirit powers that belong to the great clans. Tell me, as heirs of the Clear Sky Sect, can you tolerate seeing a peasant wielding the Clear Sky Hammer?"
At those words, both Tang San and Tang Xiao raised their hands — and from the air, two long-unused hammers materialized, symbols of their lineage.
Seeing this reaction, Ning Fengzhi pressed on eagerly. "Have you forgotten how the Spirit Hall once drove the Clear Sky Sect into hiding? If you two gods fight to the death here, the only ones who'll benefit are those impostors in the Federation. But if we unite, two divine powers acting as one, we could retake the continent and restore order! Once the Clear Sky Sect, the upper three clans, and the two empires are revived — then you can settle your personal grudges later. What do you say?"
Tang San sneered. "You want me to restore the Clear Sky Sect? The Clear Sky Sect is nothing!"
Tang Xiao added coldly, "Ning Fengzhi, to tell you the truth — the Clear Sky Sect no longer exists. I turned everyone, even the bones of the dead, into my Slaves. I personally ended its history. And now you tell me to revive it?"
Ning Fengzhi's face went pale as the atmosphere turned murderous.
A moment later, Tang Xiao swung the Rakshasa Scythe toward him. "I don't need an insect like you to tell me what to do — die!"
"Watch out!" Gu Rong and Chen Xin cried, shoving Ning Fengzhi aside and activating their martial souls to intercept the attack.
But in an instant, the Rakshasa Scythe cleaved through them both.
Sword shattered, bones broke.
"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone—!" Ning Fengzhi cried out in anguish and despair.
Then — thud!
A sword pierced through Ning Fengzhi's abdomen from behind.
He looked down in shock at the Asura Divine Sword protruding from his stomach, then slowly turned his head.
Tang San was grinning coldly. "Ning Fengzhi… you're in my way."