Chapter 117 God Shura
Tang San looked younger at this time than he does now.
He sat opposite Ning Fengzhi.
His gaze kept drifting toward a brocade box beside him.
It's contained there.
This was the reward that the heavens gave to Chen Xin—a divine-grade pill that could reshape his physical body and enhance his potential.
This was what Chen Xin received when he was previously on the list.
original.
This pill is enough to allow Chen Xin to regenerate his severed arm and even break through to the level of a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
But Tang San in the scene spoke.
"Uncle Ning."
"Although Senior Sword Douluo has broken through, he has lost an arm, and his combat strength has been weakened."
Tang San looked troubled, seemingly considering the sect's interests.
"Furthermore, although this pill is miraculous, isn't it a bit of a waste to give it to someone who is already crippled?"
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed.
"Little San, what do you mean by this? Uncle Jian did it for the sake of the sect..."
"I see."
Tang San interrupted Ning Fengzhi.
"But Uncle Ning, you have to think about the bigger picture."
"The Spirit Hall is now very powerful."
"We need stronger allies and a more equitable allocation of resources."
"The Tang Clan has just been established, and everything is in need of rebuilding."
"If this pill could be exchanged for a batch of rare metals, or... given to someone with more potential."
"Like me."
"If I can take it a step further, I can create even more powerful hidden weapons."
"At that time, let alone the Spirit Hall, the entire continent will be under our control."
Tang San spoke in a grand and dignified manner.
His words were full of talk about the "big picture" and the "future".
But anyone with eyes can see it.
The greed in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
He set his sights on Chen Xin's reward.
He felt that a cripple with a missing hand did not deserve such good things.
The scene continues to move forward.
Tang San kept lobbying and putting pressure on them.
It even subtly indicated that if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School did not cooperate, the Tang Clan's future supply of hidden weapons would be problematic.
This is simply taking advantage of someone's misfortune!
They're exploiting the descendants of the deceased!
at last.
The scene focuses on Chen Xin standing outside the door.
That old man who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield.
Listening to the conversation inside.
Those once incredibly sharp eyes gradually dimmed.
He didn't rush in to confront them.
He didn't get angry.
He simply turned away silently.
His once straight back now appeared somewhat hunched.
That was heartbreaking.
The chilling feeling is a hundred times more intense than the pain of losing an arm.
They risked their lives for their sect.
As a result, in the eyes of others, he became a useless person who "wastes resources".
Tang San, whom he regarded as a junior, was actually plotting to steal his life-saving medicine.
The final credits.
Like a sharp knife, it pierced everyone's heart.
Heroes bleed and weep.
This is what they call allies.
This is what they call the pure and innocent Tang San Shao.
The pain of losing an arm is nothing compared to the malice of the human heart.
boom!
The entire continent was in complete uproar.
If people only thought Tang San was ruthless when Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, then...
Now.
Everyone felt anger.
It was the kind of anger that made you want to rush into the screen and tear Tang San to pieces.
"Beast! Absolutely a beast!"
"Who did Sword Douluo do that for? He did it to fight against the Spirit Hall!"
"They've already gone through all that, and you're still thinking about their reward?"
"Forcing out meritorious officials and seizing resources—is this your grand strategy?"
"Tang San, do you have any humanity left?"
Tian Dou City.
Shrek Academy.
The teacup in Flander's hand shattered.
Zhao Wuji slammed his fist on the table, smashing it to pieces.
"These are the students we've taught?"
"Is this the little monster we're so proud of?"
"Fuck you!"
Zhao Wuji was a rough man.
But he knew what loyalty and conscience were.
A person who schemes against even allies and elders is an insult to the name "Shrek".
Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the sky.
He slumped into the chair as if struck by lightning.
"Uncle Jian..."
"Back then..."
He remembered.
There was indeed a period of time when Tang San frequently brought up the issue of resource allocation.
Although in the end the elixir was not given to Tang San.
During that period, Chen Xin did become taciturn, and even left the sect to travel for a time.
turn out to be.
So that's why!
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Chen Xin.
The old man's face remained expressionless.
But in those eyes.
A sense of relief washed over me.
"Charm".
Chen Xin spoke softly.
"The past is gone."
"However, from this day forward, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Tang Sect..."
"We have no further connection."
This moment.
It's not just the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The power of the entire continent.
Looking at that greedy and ugly face in the sky.
They all silently sentenced Tang San to death in their hearts.
He was utterly disgraced.
The desolate mountains and lonely ridges were shrouded in darkness.
The smell of burning blood mingled with the stench of blood, permeating the damp air.
This is a naturally formed cave, dark but able to shelter from wind and rain.
"Cough...cough cough!"
A violent cough echoed deep within the cave, each tremor aggravating the horrifying wounds on the body.
Tang San leaned against the cold rock wall.
At this moment, he was in an extremely miserable state.
The blue silver imperial robes that he was once so proud of had long since turned to ashes under the lightning. His exposed skin was a disgusting charred black, and where the skin was torn open, the white bones were faintly visible.
The most terrifying thing was the empty sleeve on his right side.
There should have been an arm there.
That was the "toll" that the Asura God had to leave behind in order to save him from Navelette.
pain.
Excruciating pain.
But compared to the physical torture, the mental humiliation drove Tang San almost insane.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the small patch of dark sky at the cave entrance.
The images on the screen, the jeers of countless people, and the scathing insults like knives, haunted his mind like a nightmare.
He was utterly disgraced.
This is a complete and utter disgrace.
"Why..."
Tang San's voice was hoarse.
Why is everyone targeting me?
"I just want to become stronger, I just want to revive the Tang Sect, what's wrong with that!"
He tried to clench his fist, but found that his right hand was gone. He could only angrily slam his remaining left hand into the ground.
Shards flew and pierced his palm, but he seemed oblivious.
Faced with Vilette's absolute and overwhelming power, his proud twin martial souls, his complacent Tang Sect secret techniques, and even the wisdom he gained from his two lifetimes, all became a complete joke.
The man who controls the water.
That's terrifying.
That fear, like a maggot clinging to his bone, was deeply ingrained in his soul.
"Scared?"
A majestic yet somewhat sinister voice suddenly rang in Tang San's mind.
Tang San's body trembled violently.
He knew who the voice belonged to.
Asura God.
That high and mighty divine enforcer is now his only lifeline.
(End of chapter)