Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

Footsteps drew closer, and a shadow gradually appeared in the center of the golden sunlight.

The tightness in Tang San's chest suddenly intensified, and he gradually realized what was happening.

"Who is coming!"

He roared at the palace gate, and at the same time, his soul power surged, and a set of blood-edged armor instantly appeared, while a blood sword floated in front of him.

This was the Asura legacy he had intercepted from the City of Slaughter.

As the shadow drew closer, the figure gradually revealed itself amidst the intense halo of light.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?"

Tang San took a closer look and realized it was Prince Xue Beng, an important pawn in his efforts to tame the Heaven Dou royal family.

When Mirror Avalanche saw the Asura Sword in Tang San's hand, it screamed in fright and collapsed backward.

The figure disappeared from Tang San's sight once again.

However, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and patted his chest.

The oppressive feeling seemed to be merely a psychological reaction. He sheathed his armor and Shura Sword, his breathing gradually becoming steady, but his gaze remained fixed on the halo of light at the palace entrance.

The sunlight continued to fall, and the shadow from before seemed to be just an illusion.

But at that moment, an even deeper chill crept up his spine!

The real killing intent had not dissipated! It still lingered outside the main hall!
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and the Blue Silver Emperor Domain quietly unfolded, its perception spreading to every inch of space.

A lingering chill remained in the air, not from the outside, but... seeping from the spot where the avalanche had just stood.

Snowflakes suddenly began to fall outside the door.

"Snowing?"

The sound, coming from an unknown source, instantly stunned Tang San.

Snow?
He felt an overwhelming sense of disgust.

He subconsciously gripped the Asura Sword, and suddenly wondered why he hated Xue so much.

He had never felt such intense and extreme disgust in previous winters!
"Wow, you've almost cleared the dungeon! Cheating makes you stronger than honest players."

A teasing voice suddenly rang out, making Tang San feel as if a giant hand had grabbed his heart.

"Snow!"

A memory suddenly rushed into my mind.

The trajectory of the Douluo World, its underlying structure, the spirits of the planes, and the chosen ones of destiny.
And that terrifying frost handprint!
He remembered.

He doesn't hate snow!
Instead, he's a guy with an extreme frost covering his body, walking on ice, and waving his hand to make the world snow!

"Aren't you dead?"

Tang San was unaware that his voice was trembling slightly. He gripped the Shura Sword tightly, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

Without any unnecessary movements, he swung his sword, unleashing a streak of blood-red sword energy.

The main hall doors were instantly vaporized by powerful energy, and a crack was silently torn open in the ground.

"Everyone on alert! Enemy attack!"

Tang San roared, and Blue Silver Grass instantly appeared in his left hand.

"Blue Silver Wrap!!"

Blue silver grass, like vines, surged forth instantly, but it did not transmit any information about returning the attack to Tang San.

"Everyone! Charge together!"

Tang San quickly gave instructions.

But everyone else remained motionless, standing still with blank stares and a slight upturn at the corners of their mouths as they looked at Tang San.

Like a terrifying doll.

"you."

Tang San's mind raced. He looked at the other six monsters, who resembled puppets, and the others. The eerie smiles on their faces made him realize something instantly.

"Asura Sword!"

Tang San looked down at the Asura Sword in his hand. The blood-red longsword, which should have been radiating terrifying killing intent, had now turned into a limp, balloon-like sword, swaying back and forth. "Impossible... How could this be an illusion?"

Am I still in the illusion?

He instantly thought of Ye Nanxiao's abilities and his perverse sense of humor.

But wasn't Ye Nanxiao dead?
Wasn't he killed by the Ice God later?
That extreme form of death is wrong!!
Tang San suddenly raised his head; his death was painless!

He was cheated!

Too much success is often the most sophisticated form of scam!

Everything before his eyes was distorted. Tang San's pupils shrank, and the balloon-like Shura Sword in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into scarlet mist that spread all around.

Real memories flood back like a tide.

He did indeed feel the Ice God's chilling light pierce through his chest, and the terrifying coldness instantly froze his blood vessels.

Ye Nanxiao, who was struck by his own Asura Blood Claw, had no chance of dodging it. This was a sure-kill skill infused with Asura's killing intent!
No target ever escapes the net when locked onto by his fully unleashed Asura killing intent!

His Asura Blood Claw was something that made the people who destroyed the castle very wary. It was once studied by the information broker God of Greed and was even listed as a forbidden killing move!
Even the most unruly and powerful first-level gods in the divine realm were terrified by this move and eventually submitted.

Even the God of Emotions, who stood at the pinnacle of power among first-level deities, was defeated by his own Asura Blood Claws.

How could Ye Nanxiao possibly dodge it?

Even with the help of the Ice God, it would be impossible to completely avoid it!

Could it be that in the instant before his death, Ye Nanxiao poured all his spiritual power into a remnant of his soul, pulling his consciousness into these layers of illusion before his passing?

This is probably not an ordinary illusion, but a mental world constructed using the victim's own death as bait and the target's obsession as the lure!

"Ye Nanxiao, you really are a persistent ghost."

Tang San's icy voice was like the unmelting ice of the deepest hell.

He looked around at all the familiar faces, and what he saw in their smiles was horror.

Staring at a doll's smile for too long can easily trigger a sense of dread.

At the entrance of the main hall, several streaks of frost bound and froze the blue silver, causing it to break apart inch by inch.

Ye Nanxiao peeked halfway out of the palace door, a bright smile on his face, and waved to Tang San. "So, how was this rebirth journey? But it seems you didn't establish the Tang Sect beforehand this time?"

"Was the Heavenly Dou Empire's conquest too easily?"

"That's true. Apart from Emperor Xue Ye, who is a decent talent, most of the other members of the Heaven Dou royal family are incompetent."

Ye Nanxiao watched Tang San's transformation in the Corridor of the Mind in an instant.

It must be said that reborn individuals, especially those who are ambitious, have no bottom line, and are willing to use any means necessary, are absolutely capable of reaching the top echelons of society.

Since his rebirth, Tang San has seized every opportunity and devised countless brilliant schemes. Even Ye Nanxiao, who considers himself a ruthless capitalist, would have to call him a master after seeing all of this.

What Yu Xiaogang should have taught Tang San most was not some half-baked theory of martial spirits, but how to seize opportunities and take advantage of weaknesses.

However, your third brother doesn't like to be a kept man. He prefers to take the food and the pot with him. If he can't take the pot, he'll just destroy it.

After his initial panic, Tang San quickly calmed down.

If this is an illusion carefully created by Ye Nanxiao, then it can only mean that he has not truly died and his body still exists.

This is a world of the mind, a prison of the mind. As long as you can break through this mental prison, you can return to your body.

But one's own strength
Tang San twitched his left hand slightly, attempting to secretly summon the power of the Asura God.

But only a faint red vortex swirled in his hand.

"You are the absolute master of this world, a very ingenious mental cage."

Tang San discovered that he could wield a trace of Asura God Power, which meant there was still a chance.

"Strictly speaking, I am the sole ruler of this world."

Ye Nanxiao noticed Tang San's subtle movements; in this world, he was the absolute ruler.

"Let's go somewhere else, where do you like?"

"Poseidon Island, which you abandoned? Or will it return to the bipolar world, a refugee's lair within the empire?"

"Or perhaps the Tang Sect, whose faith you absorbed and then carelessly discarded to fend for themselves?" (End of Chapter)