Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

Chapter 280 Tang San with the Corpse
But how could that be? Tang Chen isn't his father Tang Hao; he's a genuine level 99 Title Douluo.

Even if the body is riddled with holes and beyond repair, that only affects lifespan, not strength!

Moreover, with the secret technique of exploding rings, how could a one-on-one fight with the white fish have resulted in this?
Then Tang San's lips twitched twice, and he said with difficulty:
"Great-Grandpa, are you saying that the injuries you have now were inflicted by Bai Yu? You lost the battle with him?"

Tang San became more and more incredulous as he spoke. He admitted that Bai Yu was indeed strong, but surely he couldn't possibly defeat Tang Chen?

After all, he learned from his uncle Tang Xiao that Bai Yu, that damned guy, didn't have a ninth soul ring yet, which meant he wasn't a titled soul ring.

Since he's not even a registered user, how could he possibly defeat Tang Chen?
Therefore, Tang San's concern from beginning to end was that Tang Chen would be ambushed, not that he would be unable to defeat Bai Yu.

But now, Tang San felt like the sky had fallen. He was terrified, worried that Bai Yu might become a god.

Upon hearing Tang San's question, Tang Chen shook his head, a hint of emotion appearing in his eyes.

"I didn't lose, but I can't say I won either, since my physical condition can no longer support me to continue fighting."

"It's true that a new generation surpasses the old. I'm getting old. In the future, this continent will have to rely on you young people."

Tang San breathed a slight sigh of relief. It turned out that Bai Yu hadn't won, which meant he was still far from becoming a god. After all, that guy was taking the path of creating his own godhood, which was far less efficient than inheriting a godhood.

Tang San then looked at Tang Chen's injuries, his brows furrowing again, and said with a hint of doubt:

"Grandpa, since Baiyu couldn't beat you, why are you so badly injured? Could it be that Bibi Dong or Qian Daoliu also went there?"

Tang Chen paused for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Tang San on the shoulder.

"Xiao San, from now on, you must stay far away from that Bai Yu kid. Unless you can become a god before him, don't even think about taking revenge."

"That kid Baiyu, although he was at a disadvantage in our previous battle, the actual difference in skill level wasn't that great."

"Even after I detonated the ring, I could only barely seriously injure him, but it was impossible to kill him."

"Moreover, during this battle, he also revealed another martial spirit, a sword, a sword that could go head-to-head with the Asura Divine Sword without being at a disadvantage."

"So, like you, he has twin martial souls. When he adds a soul ring to his second martial soul, his soul power will increase rapidly, and at that time, his strength will become even stronger."

Tang San's pupils trembled violently, and his face gradually began to contort into a ferocious expression.

In other words, that damned guy Bai Yu, besides the Blue Silver King, also has a god-level sword spirit, and not just any god-level spirit.

After all, something that can go toe-to-toe with the Asura Divine Sword is no ordinary thing, because even the Trident of the Sea God might not be able to do that.

But how could Tang San accept this? Bai Yu was already strong enough, and now he actually had a martial soul longsword that surpassed a first-level divine artifact.

If things continue like this, can he still defeat Bai Yu? If he can't win, how can he take Xiao Wu back from Bai Yu and get revenge on him?

Just as Tang San was lost in thought, Tang Chen's cough suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Tang San then looked at Tang Chen and found that his injuries were getting worse. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to help him up and find a healing soul master.

"Grandpa, are you alright? Hang in there, your grandson will take you to find a healing soul master to treat your injuries."

But as soon as Tang San's hand touched Tang Chen, before he could even exert any force, Tang Chen blocked it.

“Little San, there’s no need to trouble yourself. I know my physical condition very well. This battle has completely severed my life force, and it’s incurable.” “I’m still alive now only because of this soul power. Once this soul power is exhausted, it will be my death day.”

Upon hearing Tang Chen's words, Tang San's gaze sharpened, and he reached out to grab Tang Chen's wrist, beginning to use his soul power to probe his body.

After a while, Tang San released Tang Chen with a grim expression. After examining him, he found that Tang Chen was absolutely right, and even somewhat conservative.

Tang Chen's body at this moment was like trying to fill a sack with water; no matter how much he filled it, it would leak out faster.

Moreover, it wouldn't be long before the water in the sack completely leaked out, meaning there was no way to salvage the situation.

"Haha, mistress, don't be sad. I've been living in a daze for so many years. Now that I've finally come to my senses, even if I don't live much longer, it's still much better than before."

"At least, I can decide how I die."

"Oh, right, there's also this Asura Divine Sword. The main reason I came back is to give it to you."

“If you pick it up, you can receive the inheritance of the Asura God. As for Seagod Island, given my current situation, I am unable to accompany you there.”

"However, you don't need to force it. The Sea God's legacy may not be stronger than that of the Asura God."

Seeing Tang San's expression, Tang Chen laughed heartily, then took out the Asura Divine Sword and planted it in front of Tang San.

The sword, covered in red patterns, was filled with a violent killing intent.

Tang Chen's already exhausted body became even weaker after being hit by this murderous aura.

He then coughed heavily twice, looked up at the sky, and murmured:
"After I die, don't forget to take the soul bones from my body. These soul bones are all of good age and can be used by you."

"As for my body, let it be buried at the Haotian Sect's mountain gate. It would be a blessing to be able to return to my roots."

"Ahem! Poseidon, I, Tang Chen, have ultimately failed to become a god, and I have no face to see you again."

"Qian...Qian Daoliu, you old codger, you haven't succeeded after all these years, so you're hopeless too, aren't you? Haha...cough cough, serves you right!"

After saying his last words, Tang Chen closed his eyes and passed away.

Tang San stood to the side, his face turning pale and then red, showing no sadness whatsoever at Tang Chen's death.

But this death is pointless. Couldn't we wait two days, send him to Poseidon Island, let him meet Poseidon, and then let him die?

Now that old man is finally free, he's just kicked the bucket, but what about Tang San?
Without Tang Chen's escort, he would have to take a boat to Poseidon Island, which would not only waste time, but also make it difficult for him to appeal to Poseidon's emotions and help him pass the divine test quickly.

Tang San stood there for a while, then sighed, stepped forward, and pried out all the soul bones from Tang Chen's body.

He then put the corpse into a soul tool, intending to carry it with him to Poseidon Island.

After all, if the living can't go, the corpses can, right?

As long as the body is handed over to Poseidon at the appropriate time, and a few more lies are told and some sob stories are told, the effect will be the same.

(End of this chapter)