Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

"What a sensational drama!" Qian Renxue glanced at them speechlessly, then began to applaud.

"But she should be dying soon, right? Next, it's your turn."

Tang San's eyes were filled with scarlet. He stared closely at Jiang Xue's increasingly weak breathing, calling out non-stop: "Teacher! Teacher! You can't be in any trouble, teacher..."

It's so noisy that it gives me a headache.

"Xiao San, her and my martial spirits are mutually opposed... Even if there is no hatred between our families... We will meet sooner or later, and the final result will inevitably be the strong killing the weak..." Jiang Xue said weakly, as if her life had come to an end.

"And now... I am the weak one..."

"I'm afraid I can't... hold on any longer. You must take good care of yourself..."

After saying this, Jiang Xue slowly closed her eyes and her body gradually became cold.

Tang San looked at her in confusion, and with trembling fingers he tried to feel her breath, but could not sense any breath.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body, causing his body to tremble. An unprecedented despair enveloped him, and he felt like he had fallen into a bottomless abyss and could not extricate himself.

Jiang Xue died, like a meteor across the sky, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

She and Tang San were officially separated by Yin and Yang, like an unbridgeable chasm that completely divided their worlds.

Tang San's heart was filled with endless sorrow and pain. His entire world became dim and dark, as if it had been swallowed by darkness and had lost all vitality and hope.

His eyes lost focus, as if he had lost the support of his soul. One hand tightly grasped Jiang Xue's pale hand, and the nails of the other hand dug deep into the palm, blood seeping out from between the fingers. His lips trembled, but he could not make a sound. Tears rolled in his eyes, but they never fell.

Tang San stared blankly at Jiang Xue's face. Her face was still beautiful, but lifeless.

He tried to recall every detail about her, but the images in his mind were blurry. He felt as if his heart was torn into countless pieces, each of which was piercing his nerves.

His body began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid and disordered. He wanted to shout loudly, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. He could only use all his strength to hold Jiang Xue's hand tightly, as if this would bring him back to life.

Tang San stared ahead with empty eyes, his thoughts drifting, as if the whole world had lost its color.

Suddenly, he slowly stood up, his movements somewhat stiff, like a puppet, and mechanically turned his head to look at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery appeared on her face, and her eyes were full of ridicule and complacency.

Seeing this scene, Tang San's anger grew stronger. He glared at Qian Renxue and gnashed his teeth, "It's you! It's all you!"

Her mother was killed by her father, Xiao Wu was abducted by her, her father's martial spirit was damaged by her, and now, even her teacher died in her hands.

A strong hatred surged into his heart, drowning Tang San's reason like a tide. His eyes flashed with angry sparks, his body trembled slightly, and his hands clenched into fists.

Qian Renxue didn't take it seriously, instead she laughed, with a hint of cruelty and indifference in her laughter.

She said: "Don't be sad, the next one will be you."

After saying that, Qian Renxue's six pairs of golden wings fluttered violently, and a strong airflow swept over instantly. At the same time, the ninth soul ring on her body lit up one by one, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire space.

Then, she launched her attack, and a powerful energy wave rushed towards Tang San.

Tang San was suffocated by the pressure of the Titled Douluo's ninth spirit skill, just like a chicken with its throat strangled. He closed his eyes, but the imagined attack did not fall. He opened his eyes and found that he was protected by a powerful purple barrier.

A pure evil thought flooded his mind like a tide. Tang San's head was dizzy, and the scene in front of him kept shaking. He found that the Titled Douluo in front of him frowned, "Tang San, do you have the power of God?"

god?
The legendary god?

"Good luck to you."

Tang San’s eyes went dark and he fainted.

Qian Renxue retracted the puppet's body and couldn't help but sigh at her own acting skills as a villain.
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"Sao Nian, do you want revenge?"

"Sao Nian, do you want to kill her?"

"Young man, do you desire power?"

"..."

Tang San had a terrible headache and cursed the psychopath who was jumping around in his mind.

These words kept echoing in his mind, like the whispers of a demon, making him feel upset.

Tang San opened his eyes, and in front of him was the sky of the Slaughter City, which was gray and dark. He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the entanglement of these voices, but the painful memories came like a tide, wrapping him tightly.

The memories before he fainted were like sharp swords, piercing his soul and leaving him unable to escape.

Tang San finally stood up, his body trembling slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

He looked around, there was no one.

Teacher...and Qian Renxue?

Where is the teacher's body?

Tang San's face instantly turned gloomy, his eyes revealed a look of pain, and his body trembled slightly. After confirming that this was still the City of Slaughter, a place full of blood and violence, he felt a little relieved.

At this moment, his heart was numb and heavy, and he could hardly believe that his teacher was really dead. In his heart, she and Tang Hao had always been synonymous with strength and mystery, and were his reliance and role models.

However, now, one was seriously injured by Qian Renxue, and the other died at Qian Renxue's hands.

"Don't look at it, her body was taken away by that woman." The annoying voice sounded again, like a sharp knife, making Tang San feel upset.

An evil thought surrounded him like a tide, and Tang San's heart was filled with irritability and anxiety. He ignored the voice, picked up the dagger in his hand, and shuttled through the streets of the Slaughter City like a whirlwind.

His sword flashed with cold light, and each sword carried endless murderous intent, instantly killing several fallen ones.

"Are you a god?" There was a hint of doubt in Tang San's voice. He remembered that Qian Renxue had said that there was power of God before he fainted. Perhaps the barrier that saved his life came from this noisy voice.

Luosha's tone was somewhat smug, "Why don't you pay your respects quickly?"

His voice was full of arrogance and conceit, as if he was still a god high above, and had completely forgotten the painful experience he had experienced a few years ago.

Tang San:"……"

Divine Gold. (End of this chapter)