Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 565 The Fall of the Tang God King?
The answer to his doubts came from Ah Dai behind him, whose playful words chilled Tang San to the bone.

"Hey, didn't I tell you that there are quite a few people on the mainland who have completed all nine exams?"

"This is our Sea God!"

Tang San's pupils were unfocused. For some reason, he felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if he had lost something important in his life. He hadn't felt this way for many years.

"Another god?"

"Damn it, we were so close, why did it have to happen at this time?"

Realizing he could no longer persuade Ah Dai to let him go, Tang San began to roar in anger, complaining about the injustice of fate.

But sitting idly by and waiting for death was never his style. Knowing that he had no chance of winning by fighting head-on, Tang San moved with lightning speed, running rapidly toward the other side of the city gate.

"Trying to escape? You must be dreaming!"

Seeing that the other party was trying to slip away right under his nose, Ah Dai raised the demonic scythe in his hand again, ready to activate the Dark Word Technique once more.

But Nami beside him acted even faster, and a golden trident materialized out of thin air in her delicate white palm.

With a soft cry, the golden trident hurtled straight toward Tang San's back.

Nami had heard Ning Rongrong tell the story of "The Rise of the God King" countless times, so her feelings towards Tang San were extremely different. Combined with the current tragedy in Salikel and Nili Province, she had no intention of letting Tang San go.

The sound of wind breaking behind him made Tang San, who was fleeing at all costs, feel his soul go out of his body. Based on his years of combat experience, he subconsciously turned slightly to the side. A sharp pain immediately came from his left side, and he was also propelled forward by a huge force until he was slammed against the city wall.

Looking down, Tang San saw that what had pierced his body was a golden harpoon. He coughed up blood, and a sense of desolation welled up in his heart.

"Is it all over?"

Ning Bei, who witnessed everything from afar, was quite surprised by the scene and looked at the sky with a puzzled expression.

Logically speaking, the God of Asura, who has protected the wolf cub until now, should not have given up this pawn. So why is there no movement at all now that Tang San is under a fatal threat?
He was even keeping the little angel on guard against a surprise attack from above, which left the little angel equally puzzled.

"Abe, it doesn't seem as mysterious as you say. Could it be that the other party can't interfere with the actions of the gods?"

"I don't know either, it's best to be careful."

Ah-Dai and Na-Mi slowly arrived at the foot of the city wall, witnessing Tang San's blood slowly dripping down.

"Sigh, it's a pity this guy isn't very durable!"

"It's your fault for being so slow."

The two men's conversation, in which they completely disregarded him, filled Tang San with shame and indignation, but he seemed unable to mount any meaningful resistance in the face of these two deities.

Just as his consciousness began to fade, the familiar, cold male voice reappeared in his mind.

This instantly changed Tang San's expression from despair to surprise.

"The eighth test of the Asura God has been completed, and the mastery of the Asura Sword has been achieved. The reward is an increase of 10,000 years in the age of all soul rings, the acquisition of all the authority of the Asura Sword, and an increase of 10% in affinity with the Asura God."

With difficulty, he looked down at the Shura Sword held in his left hand. The sword's light shone even brighter because it had come into contact with Tang San's own blood.

Only at this moment did Tang San understand why he always felt something was missing when he relied on the Asura Sword to create carnage. It turned out that the Asura Sword ultimately needed to drink his own blood.

Tang San's joy didn't last long. A bitter smile appeared on his lips again. Although these rewards were of great help to him, they could not solve the current crisis. He still could not escape the crisis of death.

But the voice that followed in his mind filled Tang San with joy once again.

"The ninth test of the Asura God: to comprehend the true meaning of slaughter."

"To understand killing, simply killing is not enough. He who kills will be killed in return. Comprehend the true mystery of killing in the face of life and death." The release of the Ninth Trial stirred Tang San's mind once again, and his brain began to work at lightning speed.

"Between life and death? There must be no moment more like the brink of life and death than this. What is the true meaning of killing? I must fully grasp it before death comes and achieve the new position of Asura God, otherwise it's all just empty talk."

As he sensed the approaching footsteps behind him, Tang San's heart grew increasingly anxious.

"Damn it, what exactly is the true meaning of slaughter? Asura God, are you kidding me?"

From struggling to comprehend the art of killing to screaming in agony, Tang San took less than 3 seconds, and in his mind, he even added the Asura God to his list of ways to die.

But miracles did not seem to befall Tang San now. By the time Ah Dai leaped up and swung his scythe at his head, he no longer heard the longing prompt of the divine test.

"Crack!"

As his consciousness gradually drifted away from his brain, Tang San, in his dying moments, only saw a headless corpse nailed to the city wall. He instantly realized that it belonged to his own body.

"Asura God, you have a way to die!"

Even after Tang San's head hit the ground, Ning Bei still didn't feel any pressure.

Although Tang San was certain to be dead, for some reason he had a bad feeling.

"Nobody's used a resurrection spell on this guy, right? Where's this unease coming from?"

Compared to Ning Bei's anxiety, the little angel beside her seemed much happier. She had long heard about the harm this guy had caused to the Qian family, and now her heart was finally at ease.

"Stop worrying unnecessarily. Didn't they all die right before your eyes?"

She patted her man's shoulder and said speechlessly.

Pulled back to reality, Ning Bei took another deep look at Tang San's corpse, then smiled at Qian Renxue.

"You're right. If he's dead, he's dead. Even if he were alive, we could just kill him again."

Hand in hand, Ningbei approached Ahdai and Nami, smiling and nodding at them.

"Master, this guy is dead. What do we do next?"

“We are not the kind of people who are without compassion; we cannot be as heartless as him.”

"Oh? So the second young master means we should give him a proper burial?"

"No, let's just throw it away."

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All three of them stared speechlessly at Ning Bei beside them. What happened to her supposed compassion? In the end, all she got was to be reduced to ashes?
Despite their inner complaints, the three of them moved quickly.

The little angel gathered a ball of holy fire and burned Tang San's head and the corpse on the city wall to ashes. Ah Dai immediately used his scythe to create a gust of wind that blew the ashes away, while Nami summoned a water curtain to clean up the traces left on the city wall and the ground.

After everything was done, Tang Shenwang acted as if he had never been in this world at all.

"The matter is settled, let's head back!"

"it is good!"

Along the way, the four saw Davis and his family of three still running into the distance. After all, Davis was her sister-in-law, so Ningbei kindly sent a message to her.

"The matter is settled. Go back and clean up the mess!"

(End of this chapter)