Douluo Continent: I Have a Nameless Law

Thinking of this, Tang San's expression suddenly turned ruthless. If it were the Tang San of his first life, his feelings for the Tang Sect would be absolutely genuine. But the Tang San of today is no longer the Tang Sect Tang San; he is now the God King Tang San.

Time will fade all feelings, especially since the Tang Clan members now need to capture him and subject him to severe torture.

“If you had listened to my explanation properly, I might not have done this, but you forced me into this situation.”

Tang San's gaze swept over everyone, and he thought ruthlessly, "All of this is your own fault, don't blame me!"

Tang San took a metal lotus bud from his bosom, and the bud slowly bloomed after being taken out.

Tang Da narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding: "This is bad, it's the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus!"

"Let's do it!"

In an instant, no one dared to hesitate and they all unleashed their hidden weapons.

The speed was incredibly fast, far beyond what Tang San, a mere amateur, could match. In an instant, it completely entered Tang San's body, piercing through his entire form.

"Cough!!"

Tang San instantly spat out black blood, and then black blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and his entire body before he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Before the Buddha's Wrath Lotus could be activated, Tang San was instantly killed by a group of hidden weapon masters.

Tang Da stepped forward, took the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus in his hand to examine it, and exclaimed in amazement, "It really is the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus! He actually made the long-lost Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. He is truly a genius."

"What kind of genius is he? He's nothing but a wicked child who stole the sect's secret techniques."

The elder of punishments scoffed. Although the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus was a top-tier hidden weapon of the Tang Clan, no matter what, the other party was still a wicked disciple who had violated the sect's rules and should be punished according to the sect's regulations.

"At this point, there's no use saying anything. The person is already dead, so this matter is over."

"Hmm, this kid got off easy."

No one felt anything as they looked at Tang San's gruesome death.

At this moment, Tang San was covered in black blood, lying in a pool of black blood, his skin black and purple and ulcerated, no longer recognizable as a human.

"Sect Leader, what should we do with this wretched creature's corpse?" one of the elders asked.

Tang sighed and said, "Let's abandon Ghost's Sorrow."

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Tang San suddenly woke up with a start, his heart pounding. He looked at his body, which was completely unharmed, but the surroundings were dark and he couldn't see anything.

"I...I'm not dead?"

"It seems to be a dream."

"But, this dream feels so real, or have I been reborn?"

Tang San muttered to himself, trying to move, but found that he was completely bound and could not move at all.

"What's wrong? Why can't I move?"

Whew, the firelight inside the room was lit, and Tang San realized his predicament.

At this moment, Tang San was bound to a cross, his upper body naked, and his lower body wearing the Tang Sect's exclusive prison uniform.

This was a secret room, and in the dim candlelight, Tang San saw all sorts of instruments of torture.

Instantly, Tang San panicked.

Wasn't I dead?

Could it be that I'm not dead, but captured by the elders?

Tang San began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Tap, tap, tap," the steady and rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dimly lit secret room.

An old man, whom Tang San least wanted to see at that moment, emerged from the darkness.

The newcomer was none other than Tang Jie, an elder of the Punishment Hall.

"Tang San, stealing the inner sect's secret techniques is a serious crime within the sect. Today, I will show you what the Tang Sect's rules are."

With that, Tang Jie lit the stove and threw in the soldering iron.

"No, Elder, I didn't steal the knowledge, I really didn't steal the knowledge!"

Tang San struggled, but found that he could not use any internal energy at all.

"Stop struggling. You've been hit by the Qi-Sealing Needle, and your internal energy has already been locked up. If you honestly tell me what's going on, you'll suffer less."

Tang Jie sneered and placed a needle-sized syringe on Tang San's head. The syringe was connected to a bucket of ice water, and drops of water dripped continuously onto Tang San's forehead.

At first, Tang San didn't feel anything, but as time went by, his body began to get cold, and he started to break out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely tormented.

It was at this moment that the branding iron Tang Jie threw into the furnace was finally heated to a crisp.

The red-hot branding iron forms the Chinese character for "thief".

Tang Jie approached Tang San step by step.

"No, no, no, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!"

Sizzle!!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Tang San's shrill screams echoed from the secret chamber, accompanied by the pungent smell of burnt tiger meat.

Tang Jie retrieved the branding iron and threw it back into the furnace.

Tang San fainted completely, the character for "thief" branded on his face, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Splash! A bucket of cold water instantly woke Tang San up.

"Tell me honestly, when did you start secretly learning?"

"I don't."

Tang San's eyes were lifeless, and his voice was extremely weak.

At this moment, Tang San was in excruciating pain, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the burning sensation on his face was constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Still being stubborn? Let's see how long you can keep it up."

Tang Jie untied Tang San, then tied him to the tiger bench and began placing bricks under his feet one by one.

Excruciating pain spread from his legs throughout his body. Tang San's face began to contort, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes rolled back.

Chapter 427 Tang San Reunites with Angel Goddess Qian Renxue

For a period of time afterward, Tang San endured all eighteen kinds of severe punishments from the Tang Sect.

My mental state became numb and hopeless.

He eventually died slowly.

Startled awake again, Tang San found himself in a forest, holding the very familiar Trident of the Sea God in his hand.

I sensed the soul power within my body; it was level ninety-six.

"Wait, where am I?!"

Before Tang San could recover from his previous dream, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire Star Dou Great Forest.

Golden angelic power completely covered the entire sky, causing wind and clouds to surge, and a beautiful and holy golden-haired angel slowly descended from the sky.

The angel had six wings on its back, exquisite features, and was adorned in divine attire, making it both sacred and beautiful.

"A Thousand Blades of Snow!"

Tang San felt immense pressure. After the previous two times, he no longer knew whether he was dreaming or in the real world of the past.

Reality, dreams, truth, illusion, truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth.

Tang San could no longer recognize things, but his senses were incredibly real; he didn't feel that this was a completely false dream.

"Tang San, it's time to settle the score between the Clear Sky Sect and the Angelic lineage."

Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, looking down at Tang San, her voice filled with confidence and pride.

"Qian Renxue, the feud between the Haotian Sect and the Angelic lineage does indeed need to be settled, but before that, how about we make a bet?"

Tang San knew that if he were to confront Qian Renxue head-on at this moment, he would not be a match for her. Even if he used his explosive ring technique, it would only be a temporary resistance, and he would still lose in the end.

Therefore, at this moment, he can only use strategy, not brute force.

"Oh, a bet?"

"Interesting, how do we bet?"

Upon hearing about the bet, Qian Renxue immediately became interested. At this moment, she was already a level 100 god, so making a bet wouldn't be a big deal for her. She was absolutely confident that she could win the bet.

"Let's bet on whether I can hurt you!"

"Hehe, haha, hurt me?" Qian Renxue laughed, looking at Tang San as if he were a fool.

"Just you, a mere level 96 mortal?"

Tang San smiled triumphantly, then raised his head with neither arrogance nor servility, looking directly at Qian Renxue.

"Even a mortal body can be harmed by the spirit!"

hum~~~

Suddenly, an invisible wave spread out, and the entire dream space was as if it had been paused, and everything came to a standstill.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the void, wearing a black robe embroidered with a black bird pattern, and moon-white long hair tied with a crown and draped behind the head.

Gu Han reached out and took the Trident of Poseidon and the Holy Sword of Angels into his hands. He weighed them in his hands, feeling their real texture and weight, and a smile appeared on his lips as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Interesting, what an amazing dream. I never thought that God could do such a thing."

"Hmph, since we're already here, let's sneak in some stuff."

Gu Han rarely seeks amusement, but this time was an exception. After all, such a realistic dream could be considered a parallel world.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou. Was it Zhuang Zhou who entered the butterfly's dream, or the butterfly who entered Zhuang Zhou's dream?

The Buddha attained enlightenment in a dream, experiencing all the sufferings of the human world in the dream; a great dream is a cycle of reincarnation.

Truth and falsehood are intertwined; reality and illusion are blurred. Sometimes truth is falsehood, and sometimes falsehood is truth; sometimes falsehood is truth, and sometimes truth is falsehood.