Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

Chapter 242 The Netherworld Serpent King is Killed

The eerie and terrifying voice of the Nether Serpent King, as if soaked in venom, hissed out from its throat. Every word carried a chilling coldness and endless resentment. The voice was like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one's spine and making one tremble with fear.

"Well, I really underestimated you. I never expected you to have such powerful methods hidden away." The Netherworld Serpent King said viciously, his cold eyes fixed on Tang Nian in front of him, flashing with cruelty and resentment.

Tang Nian's voice was calm and indifferent, as if she didn't care about the danger in front of her. "Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit. Since my skills are better than yours, then you have to obediently bear the consequences of your defeat."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Nian reached out and gently drew a magnificent sword from her waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a scythe in the hand of death, exuding a chilling aura.

Holding the treasured sword, Tang Nian slowly but firmly approached the Netherworld Serpent King step by step. As the distance closed, the Netherworld Serpent King, despite being a cold-blooded animal and always ruthless, felt an indescribable fear welling up from the bottom of its heart.

Its whole body trembled involuntarily, and even its scales stood up slightly, as if trying to resist the impending threat.

"What...what are you doing? Stop right now! Get away from me!" the Netherworld Serpent King cried out in terror, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

However, Tang Nian ignored its pleas, merely smiled coldly, and continued walking forward.

"Over the years, how many innocent lives have you stained your hands with? In the dead of night, have you never seen the wronged souls who died tragically at your hands in your dreams?" Tang Nian's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the Netherworld Serpent King, leaving it nowhere to hide.

The Netherworld Serpent King's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer, his eyes gleaming with disdain. He arrogantly declared, "Hmph, how could you ignorant fools possibly know the hardships and tribulations I've endured over the years? I've spent countless years and overcome numerous obstacles to achieve my current status and power. Those who failed were simply lacking in strength; they have no one to blame but themselves! What wrong have I done? The losers should bear whatever punishment and judgment the victors bestow upon them!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Nian's brows furrowed slightly. He stared intently at the Netherworld Serpent King and said in a deep voice, "All your achievements have come through evil and crooked means. You have no right to control the fate of others. If you didn't possess the ability to devour, what would you be now?"

Upon hearing this, the Netherworld Serpent King laughed arrogantly, "Hahahaha, so what? Since Heaven has endowed me with this ability to devour, it proves that it should rightfully belong to me. Is it wrong for me to use my own abilities to achieve success?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Nian sneered, slowly shook her head, and said coldly, "Given your sophistry, it would be perfectly reasonable for me to kill you here today. Since that's the case, then I have no need to show you any mercy!"

Before the words were finished, Tang Nian suddenly gripped the gleaming sword in her hand and thrust it straight at the Netherworld Serpent King's head without hesitation. Instantly, a spurt of blood gushed out, splattering everywhere, and Tang Nian's snow-white clothes were stained with blood.

"I will not let you go..." Before the Netherworld Serpent King could finish speaking, its life force came to an abrupt end. Surprisingly, its eyes did not close. Its vertical pupils were still fiercely glaring at Tang Nian, as if it would tear Tang Nian to pieces as long as it had a sliver of strength left.

Unfortunately, the Netherworld Serpent King had no chance left. Its body had completely lost its vitality. When the bright red, blood-red 100,000-year soul ring and the right arm soul bone radiating a mysterious light slowly flew out from the top of its head, Tang Nian, who had been on edge, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then was the Netherworld Serpent King truly dead, and Tang Nian had successfully completed half of the first step in accepting the test from the God of Hell.

Just as the Netherworld Serpent King perished, the insects and snakes that had been hiding in the shadows, silent as cicadas in winter, all appeared. They surged towards Tang Nian like a tide, then knelt down in unison, paying homage to Tang Nian.

This scene was enough to prove how unpopular the Netherworld Serpent King was. After the insects and snakes sincerely thanked Tang Nian, they quickly dispersed and disappeared in all directions.

At this moment, only Tang Nian remained, standing facing the cold corpse of the Netherworld Serpent King.

Tang Nian did not hesitate for a moment, because her Other Shore Flower Martial Soul was currently missing a crucial sixth soul ring, and the soul ring and right arm soul bone born by the Netherworld Serpent King were exactly what she needed.

Without hesitation, Tang Nian sat cross-legged on the ground, quickly adjusted her state, and prepared to begin absorbing the soul ring.

Just now, during the fierce battle with the Netherworld Serpent King, Tang Nian, who was inside its abdomen, had exhausted all her strength and was extremely weak.

At this moment, the quickest and most effective way to recover physical strength and improve power is undoubtedly to absorb the Nether Serpent King's soul ring and soul bone.

However, the process of absorbing the Netherworld Serpent King's soul ring was far more difficult than Tang Nian had imagined.

As the spirit ring slowly floated above Tang Nian's head, her originally calm face suddenly became distorted, and every muscle on her face twitched uncontrollably, as if she was enduring an immense pain that was difficult to describe in words.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Tang Nian's smooth forehead like raindrops, instantly soaking her clothes.

Sweat and blood mingled together.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Tang Nian's hands were clenched into fists, and due to excessive force, her nails dug deep into her palms, from which a trickle of blood seeped out. However, she seemed oblivious to the pain, as if only in this way could she barely suppress the strong urge deep within her to break free and escape from this place.

At this moment, Tang Nian's breathing was rapid and heavy. Each inhale and exhale seemed to be a struggle against cruel fate, and she was gasping for breath.

Indeed, Tang Nian knew very well that if she failed to absorb the soul ring this time, she would surely face an abyss of death from which there was no return.

She can't back down now; only by persevering can she have a chance to survive. Tang Nian wants to live.

(End of this chapter)