Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

"The Vice Sect Master of the Tang Clan?"

Upon hearing this title, Tang San, who was bound by frost, was first taken aback, then let out a mocking sneer, which caused the cracks on the ice crystals to tremble slightly.

"Ye Nanxiao, you steal the power of another plane through unorthodox methods, and now you dare to mention the name 'Tang Clan' in front of me? Back when I personally established the Tang Clan and used hidden weapon techniques to protect the peace of Douluo Continent, you were still struggling to survive in some corner!"

The runes on Ye Nanxiao's fingertips suddenly solidified, and golden dimensional power flowed in his palm, transforming into a longsword gleaming with cold light.

He looked at the undisguised contempt in Tang San's eyes, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "The glory of the Tang Sect has never been maintained by the surname of any one person. You have been in the God Realm for many years and have long forgotten the original intention of the Tang Sect. You have also abandoned the mission of protecting living beings and, for your own selfish desires, have used the future of Douluo Continent as a bargaining chip."

He forcibly converted the origin of the Douluo World, made advance arrangements with the spirits of the plane, and intended to forcibly sign a contract with the origin of the world to become the master of the plane. He planned to use the Douluo World plane to receive the energy scattered by the God Realm and finally seize the feedback.

They steal the hen to lay the egg, and after the egg is laid, they swallow the hen and the egg together.

Tang San was taken aback at first, then a sneer flashed in his eyes. "I founded the Tang Sect. What I do is none of your business. As for you, I have never acknowledged you as a disciple of the Tang Sect! You can only live in the shadow of illegitimacy for the rest of your life!"

The idea of ​​valuing the sect's inheritance and legitimacy had long been deeply ingrained in Tang San's mind.

There's no other reason than that his previous life's Tang Clan also valued this the most.

But Ye Nanxiao didn't care!
"You don't admit it? Is that all?"

Ye Nanxiao shook the dimensional law sword in his hand, looked at Tang San's fierce expression, pursed his lips, clenched his fist, put it to his lips, and tried hard not to laugh out loud.

The sect's patriarch?
"The Tang Clan, due to your narrow system and arrogant attitude, fell behind generation after generation and finally perished more than 20 years ago."

"The current Tang Sect can also be called the New Tang Sect, but it doesn't matter. I wrote the copyright protection law. You old thing, you left the Douluo world a long time ago. The copyright belongs to me. There's no use complaining."

Tang San listened to Ye Nanxiao's words and a big question mark appeared above his head.

What the hell is this guy saying?
Ye Nanxiao had long anticipated that Tang San wouldn't understand, so he said a few more words to give Tang San time to build up the momentum for his ultimate attack.

"To put it simply, the current patriarch of the Tang Clan is 'Young Master,' and the one whom the Tang Clan disciples acknowledge and worship, the one they will build a statue of and offer incense to in the future, is also 'Young Master,' understand? You are an unknown patriarch of a sect that has been eliminated by history."

Tang San couldn't understand the first part of what was said, but he understood every word afterward. What angered him even more was that he had been assigned to a wild sect!
Ye Nanxiao is clearly practicing unorthodox methods!
"You! You deserve to die!!"

Tang San's eyes were almost wide open like copper bells, white steam kept billowing from his nostrils, and his face was unusually red and hot.

He suddenly remembered something: history is always written by the victors.

From this day forward, Tang San, the former founder of the Tang Clan, will become a wandering ghost with no lineage!
"You distort the truth! You rewrite history! You destroy my heritage! You fool the world! What difference is there between you and those evil, fallen gods!"

"You keep spouting lofty ideals! In reality, you're just a hypocrite to the extreme!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Nanxiao sighed slightly. Lao San is still a man of principle; he doesn't even rank among the top trolls.

Walking up to Tang San, Ye Nanxiao planted the Sword of Plane Laws in front of Tang San, the ancient hilt pointing directly at Tang San's brow.

"Lao San, the Tang Sect you set up, with its cumbersome system, is the reason for its downfall. Its long history is largely thanks to the secret support of Shrek Academy. However, in your last words, you said that the rise of the Tang Sect was due to you, and its glory was something you casually established. The merits are recorded in twelve volumes, and your name is on every single one."

Tang San tried to struggle to his feet, but the Frost Law within his body froze his strength and internal organs inch by inch, and the pain, like needles piercing his soul, amplified inch by inch in every nerve.

But Ye Nanxiao wasn't going to give Tang San a chance to talk his way out of things. Countless examples in his mind had shown that if you can take action quickly, don't waste time talking. Even if you really want to vent your frustrations with words, you can only do it after you've completely eliminated the enemy.

Ye Nanxiao drew various runes, which then fell into the sword of dimensional laws.

Tang San glared at Ye Nanxiao and said, "You destroyed the old rules of my Tang Clan, how can you talk about inheritance? I established the Blue Silver Grass bloodline as the successor, ensured the stability of the sect's core, and created the glory of hidden weapons. In what way am I inferior to you?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Nanxiao sneered, "Your glory? It's nothing but a bubble built on the privileges of the higher-ups! The system of collective punishment makes every disciple feel insecure, resource monopoly blocks the path for the lower-level disciples to rise, disciples who die in battle receive no compensation, and the wounded are abandoned. Is this what you call a sect?"

At that time, the most fatal constraint of the Tang Clan was the "hereditary bloodline system".

Tang San became a god with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul and established an ironclad rule: the sect leader's lineage must be a direct descendant of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and no matter how outstanding the talent of the collateral disciples, they would never have the chance to reach the top.

Ironically, Tang San's previous life was that of a tragic disciple excluded by this core system, and after he re-established the Tang Sect in the Douluo World, he simply transplanted the "core system" of the Tang Sect from his previous life back to the present.

Having been caught in the rain, they still actively invite more rain to fall.

This rule is like an invisible shackle, tightly locking the core power of the sect within a very small circle.

"Under my rule, the Tang Clan abolishes hereditary bloodlines, promotes based on merit, provides free medical care for all members, provides support for the wounded and disabled, and offers lifelong security for the families of those who died in battle. Resources are shared, responsibilities are assigned to individuals, and everyone has a future to look forward to!"

Ye Nanxiao pressed on, "What you want is the 'Tang family's private property,' what I want is a home for all members! Which is better, your disciples will judge for themselves!"

Tang San was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, his mouth gaped open and closed, speechless. He could only clench his fists tightly, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Seizing the moment when Tang San was off guard, Ye Nanxiao slapped the hilt of his sword, striking Tang San on the forehead like a swinging hammer.

"what!!"

A scorching heat suddenly eroded Tang San's soul. The intensity of the law made Tang San decisively sacrifice the pawn to save the king, and he used all his power to protect his soul!

"You want to inscribe a forbidden rule on me? Don't even think about it!"

Ye Nanxiao kicked the sword of dimensional laws and caught it in his hand. The sharp edge of the longsword stopped three inches from Tang San's throat. The dimensional power at Ye Nanxiao's fingertips surged but did not fall.

"Ye Nanxiao, you don't dare to make a move?" Tang San sensed Ye Nanxiao's intention to hold back and was secretly pleased, but remained outwardly calm.

"That's right. If you kill me, how will you face your faction, and how will you face your beloved younger brother Huo Yuhao, the chosen one of the world's destiny whom you accepted out of hypocrisy?"

"Do I still possess the method to retrieve souls from the realm of spirits? I can bring Huo Yun back to life! Can you?"

Ye Nanxiao stroked his chin, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and then patted Tang San's face.

"Killing you would be too easy on you. You have a nice appearance. If the price is right for you, then any method can be called true love, don't you think?"

"As prisoners of war, you must contribute your greatest value to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's arrogant expression suddenly changed, and his ruddy face turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

"This is an insult to civility!! You brain-dead bastard!!" (End of Chapter)