Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

"I want strength that can grow quickly." Tang San stood at the last section of the Hell Road, looking at the light source in front of him, muttering.

At this moment, Luosha's voice came from his mind: "Heir, without saying anything else, can you just walk out of the Slaughter City first?"

This is the territory of the God Shura. If my presence appears here again, the vengeful old man Shura will definitely remember it.

As for going to the temple to settle accounts with him? Luosha sneered. He hoped so, but with that guy's arrogant character, he would never go to find him in person. Even if he sent someone and found that he was not in the temple, he would not take it to heart.

The more Luosha thought about it, the angrier she became. She even began to doubt whether that woman knew the God Realm very well. Otherwise, how could she dare to seal herself? If she was discovered by the people in the God Realm, those so-called law enforcers would definitely punish her severely.

"..."

When Tang San opened his eyes again, he saw the kind face of his father Tang Hao. He recalled the tragic death of his teacher two days ago, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Dad..." Tang San called softly.

Tang Hao was smiling, but his face looked a few years older than before. It was obvious that the affairs of the Haotian Sect had put a lot of pressure on him.

"Good boy, you actually managed to get out of the Slaughter City in less than two years! Like your father, I was also..." Tang Hao suddenly sighed and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Let's go."

Tang San stood up and prepared to follow Tang Hao to leave, but he suddenly stopped and asked in confusion: "Xiao San, where is Teacher Jiang?"

Tang San could no longer suppress his inner grief and threw himself into Tang Hao's arms, weeping bitterly: "Dad, the teacher...is dead..."

Tang Hao's body trembled violently.
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Tiandou Palace
Xue Qinghe showed a trace of regret, and said in a low voice: "Such a genius, falling like this, it is really a pity."

Yeah, I died again.

Tang Hao's face was gloomy, with a flash of grief in his eyes. He said slowly: "Teacher Jiang's twin martial spirits are much stronger than Xiao San's. If she were still alive... Alas..."

Tang Hao sighed deeply, his voice filled with grief, anger and helplessness, "Qian Renxue, this vicious woman, actually did such a cruel thing."

Xue Qinghe's eyes moved slightly, and his tone was full of concern, "Your Majesty Haotian, how is Tang San's condition?"

Tang Hao replied solemnly: "Your Majesty, he fell into a coma due to a huge blow and excessive mental exhaustion, but please rest assured, his life is not in danger."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly and said worriedly: "The Wuhun Empire is becoming more and more rampant, and their power is growing day by day. We must find a way to deal with it."

Xue Qinghe raised his eyes, his gaze was deep and sharp, and his tone revealed a deep meaning: “Teacher, you should make a decision as soon as possible.”

His voice was calm and firm, as if conveying a sense of urgency and responsibility to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi was silent for a long time, with thoughts surging in his mind.

He knew what Xue Qinghe's words meant, and he also knew that he needed to face reality and make a choice. His eyes became complicated, with both worry about the future and nostalgia for the past.

In fact, even if Xue Qinghe didn't remind him, Ning Fengzhi could feel that the relationship between him and them was changing. He found that he had unconsciously regarded himself as a person on the same side as them. Although he had not expressed it clearly on the surface, he was willing to accept this fact deep in his heart.

This transformation did not happen overnight, but was gradually formed through long-term interactions.

For a long time, Ning Fengzhi had been discussing various things with Xue Qinghe, even his goals and wisdom. Although he had been trying to remain neutral, reality forced him to face his own heart.

Now, Xue Qinghe's words rang in his ears like a warning bell, reminding him that he could no longer escape.

I have to make a difficult decision. No matter which side I choose, it will have a profound impact on the future of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
However, it was precisely because of this hesitation and entanglement that he fell into a dilemma.
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"Tai Long, what did you say?" Tang San, who had just woken up and was exhausted, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his world collapsed in an instant, and everything in front of him became blurry.

Tai Long then realized that he had said the wrong thing, his voice full of regret and self-blame, "Third brother, I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Didn't His Majesty Haotian tell you..."

When he just mentioned the fact that the Power Clan joined the Haotian Sect, he accidentally mentioned the words "after the Haotian Sect was destroyed". He didn't know that Tang San had been practicing in the Slaughter City and was not well-informed, so he thought he knew these things.

Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and his whole body exuded a chill, like the cold wind in winter, biting and merciless.

His voice was as hard as steel, and he wished to tear the murderer into pieces. "Tyrone, who is the murderer?"

Tai Long's voice trembled, "Third brother, you can ask the Seventh Elder for details. At present, it is speculated that it is Xueyan Pavilion or Wuhun Hall. Of course, now it is..."

Before he could utter the words "Soul Empire", he saw Tang San overturn the porridge in front of him.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the bowl of porridge was instantly smashed into pieces, and the porridge splashed everywhere, as if expressing Tang San's inner anger and unwillingness at the moment.

"How could this happen? Why did it happen!" Tang San muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief and pain.

He couldn't accept the fact that the Haotian Sect, his father's sect, was destroyed just like that.

"Third brother, calm down." Tailong tried to comfort him, his voice full of helplessness.

Tang San clenched his fists, raised his head, and looked at Tai Long with a firm gaze, "I'm going to investigate this matter thoroughly and find the murderer! The Spirit Hall is the Spirit Hall, why are they so shameless! "

Tang San's hatred for the Spirit Hall doubled.

"Third brother, you are still very weak and need to rest well." Tailong said worriedly.

But Tang San didn't listen at all. He struggled to get up and staggered towards the door.

"Third brother, you can't do this, your body can't take it!" Tai Long hurried forward to support him.

Tang San shook off his hand, "No, I must go! I want to avenge the Haotian Sect!"

After saying that, he walked out of the room with difficulty, leaving Tailong looking at his back anxiously.

As soon as he walked out the door, he bumped into the disciple who was delivering newspapers.

Due to the loss of control of the God of Killing Domain and the influence of the Rakshasa God, Tang San's aura changed instantly, and a fierce killing intent emanated from his body.

The disciple was so frightened that he dropped the newspaper and ran away, as if he had seen something terrible.

Tang San frowned and glanced down at the newspaper on the ground.

The words "New Policy of the Wuhun Empire" came into his sight, and his heart trembled.

Tang San's eyes suddenly went dark.

(End of this chapter)