Douro Continent

Chapter 339 The Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Yama's Decree (Part 2)

Shi Nian laughed, a loud, hearty laugh. "You think this will be enough to withstand my Martial Soul? Young man, you're far too naive. If my Remnant Dream were so easily resisted, I wouldn't deserve the title of Soul Saint. Just wait and see. You will perish in extreme agony. And this agony will be self-inflicted."

Shi Nian's voice gradually faded, and everything around him became hazy again, as if he had gone far away, or as if he had disappeared.

Tang San sat motionless, quietly gathering his soul power. Due to the constant rotation of the Blue Silver Grass around his body, it was difficult to see the expression on his face from the outside.

Everything around him began to change. Tang San was suddenly surprised to find that the Blue Silver Grass that had been hovering around him under his control seemed to have disappeared. Although he could still sense their presence, they were nowhere to be seen.

The surrounding scenery changed; it was no longer the grove of trees, but a cliff. A cliff that Tang San knew all too well.

"Ghost's Sorrow? How did I end up in Ghost's Sorrow?" Tang San's previously calm eyes suddenly widened.

This place left a very deep impression on him. Just a few meters ahead lay the misty abyss, while behind him, more than ten white figures were becoming clearer.

Looking down, Tang San could clearly see that his clothes had been changed, and the large "Tang" character on them told him a lot.

Was everything in Douluo Continent just a dream? Was he ultimately still that Tang Sect disciple who had violated the sect rules?

Tang San stared blankly ahead, feeling somewhat lost. The gradually clearing figures of more than ten blocked all his possible escape routes. Familiar yet angry faces gradually appeared before him.

"Tang San, you actually stole our sect's Xuan Tian Treasure Record! Your crimes are heinous!"

"Tang San, we entrusted you with the care of the Tang Sect, who raised you and taught you their skills, yet you have committed such an outrageous act..."

One voice after another amplified in Tang San's mind, and one face after another spread out. Soon, more than ten Tang Clan elders had arrived in front of him and surrounded him.

"Elders, listen to me!" Tang San couldn't help but shout.

"There's nothing more to say. Tang San, your crimes are heinous, and you will face the highest punishment of our sect."

Tang San's limbs were immobilized, held down by four elders simultaneously. One of the elders raised his hand, his inner energy emanating from his palm, and struck Tang San's arm. Tang San screamed in agony as his entire left arm snapped off inch by inch in an instant. The pain, magnified tenfold, instantly spread to his brain. His whole body convulsed violently.

Next came his left arm, then his legs. Faced with the elders' internal energy, Tang San's bones shattered continuously until not a single intact bone remained in his body.

However, he did not die. His whole body convulsed continuously. No matter how intense the pain was around his body, his spirit remained excited. This excited spirit meant that he had to fully endure every bit of the pain.

The elders' faces gradually faded. They left Tang San, whose bones were broken inch by inch, on the cliff of Ghost's Sorrow, and told him to let him wail there for seven days and seven nights until he died in the jaws of an eagle.

Tang San's eyes were now blurry, and intense pain kept sweeping over him, causing his whole body to convulse.

The scene before him was still Ghost's Sorrow, but another figure had begun to appear in front of him.

Slender and graceful, with a long scorpion braid and a delicate little face, it was Xiao Wu.

Appearing at the same time as Xiao Wu was another person, a middle-aged man in his forties, whose bones were shattered by Xiao Wu's soft skills, and he was not happy.

"Xiao, Xiao Wu..." Tang San tried to call out, but no sound came out. He didn't understand why Xiao Wu was with Bu Le.

Unhappy's hand was tightly wrapped around Xiao Wu's neck, and he was looking at Tang San with a lewd grin. Xiao Wu's face, however, was filled with grief, indignation, and resentment.

"Brother, brother, save me, save me..." Xiao Wu struggled desperately. But no matter what she did, she couldn't break free from the strange old man's unhappy grasp.

Blood began to drip from the corner of his eye, but with all his bones shattered, he could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was humiliated.

Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with despair and hatred, and this despair and hatred was directed entirely at Tang San.

No, no—, Tang San tried to shout, tried to get up, but he couldn't move no matter what he said.

"Little beauty, since you can't resist, just enjoy it. Uncle will pamper you. Hahahaha..." Bu Le's voice was as unpleasant as a night owl's, each word like a sharp needle piercing Tang San's heart.

"No—" A heart-wrenching cry echoed wildly in Tang San's mind. He had fallen into extreme agitation. However, the scene before him became exceptionally clear.

The nauseating panting of Bu Le and the despair in Xiao Wu's eyes were magnified in his six senses.

……

Shi Nian leaned against a large tree, his seventh spirit ring constantly releasing a dazzling black light, his face filled with a cruel and perverse grin.

Just ten meters away from him, Tang San was lying on the ground, convulsing violently. Blue Silver Grass was swirling around Tang San's body. Shi Nian didn't even need to look to clearly feel that Tang San was on the verge of collapse.

It's been a long time since I've had this kind of sadistic pleasure. What a pity for this talented young man; who told you to stand against me? Very well, I'll see how you die.

I really want to see what kind of illusion he is experiencing right now.

My seventh soul skill, Nightmare, only creates what people fear most in their hearts. What, then, is this genius boy's greatest fear?

Tang San's spasms within the Blue Silver Grass seemed to gradually weaken. His entire body was only twitching slightly.

The coiled blue silver grass gradually slid to the ground, and Canmeng could clearly see that a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of Tang San's mouth, which was flushed red.

So what if he's a genius? He still has to die in the most painful way within my Martial Soul's remnant dream. Shi Nian's smile became even more cruel. "What a pity. If I could reach the strength of a Title Douluo, I could see everything he went through within my Martial Soul. That would be perfect."

……

The Heavenly Battle Arena.

Xiao Wu, who was watching the game intently, suddenly twitched her right hand and felt a burning sensation in her arms.

With some surprise, Xiao Wu reached into her bosom and took out the indestructible Acacia Heartbreak Red.

The Acacia crape myrtle seemed to have undergone a strange change; a faint red light shimmered on the flowers, and a scorching current of air rushed towards it.

What's going on? Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment. For some reason, seeing the red light on the petals, a strong sense of unease welled up from the bottom of her heart.

She turned around abruptly to look for the person she cared about most, but found that the seat was empty.

A crimson light flashed, foretelling a bloody calamity; Xiao Wu's heart clenched instantly.

"Where did the mistress go?" she asked anxiously. Her voice was so loud that everyone at Shrek Academy was startled.

The master said, "Xiao San said he went back to cultivate first."

"Something's happened to the mistress. Something must have happened to him." Xiao Wu clutched the Acacia Heartbreak Red petal and ran outside without hesitation.

Ning Rongrong looked in the direction Xiao Wu had run off to, "What happened to Xiao Wu? Didn't Master say that Xiao San had returned to the academy? What could possibly be going on in Tian Dou City?"

"No matter what, let's go check it out." Dai Mubai stood up and ran after Xiao Wu. The Shrek Seven Devils, united in purpose, all stood up. Although none of them believed Tang San would be in any danger, they acted together just in case.

……

The illusion continued, and the lecherous old man was preparing for the final step, the entire scene magnifying in Tang San's eyes. The excruciating pain seemed to tear Tang San's heart to shreds.

Just then, Tang San, whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly changed; what changed was his gaze.

In an instant, the blood red in his eyes vanished, and a purple-gold light burst forth, shattering instantly within it. All the illusions surrounding him vanished almost instantly in Tang San's eyes.

With his left hand slapping the ground, Tang San sprang into the air, performing a half-turn motion, his right arm lashing out in the process. His purple-gold eyes met Shi Nian's astonished expression.

(End of this chapter)