Zhang San Fell Apart

A month later, the stone door to a secret chamber deep within Spirit City slowly opened.

Zhang San walked out of the door, his figure more upright than two years ago, but his face was still ordinary.

The change in those eyes was extremely obvious. What was originally a deep gaze had now become very cold and sharp, occasionally revealing a chilling glint that sent shivers down one's spine.

He held the Asura Demon Sword in his hand; the dark red blade shimmered with an eerie light, and a faint dark glow slowly flowed along the edge of the blade.

The sword had completely accepted him.

Zhang San's Soul Power thus broke through the peak of Level 98, and he was only one step away from Level 99.

The First Martial Soul, the Man-Faced Spider Emperor, Soul Ring Configuration from six to nine rings, with yellow, purple, black, and red rings.

The nine Soul Rings of the Second Martial Soul Godly Zhuge Crossbow, have all reached a cultivation level of 100,000 years.

For two years, the Asura God seemed to have been provoked by something, and he went all out, frantically rewarding those who could increase their Soul Power Level, and giving away God-Given Soul Rings like they were free.

This can no longer be called the Asura God; it must be called the Water God!

Zhang San stood at the entrance of the secret chamber, feeling the almost overflowing power within his body. He gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly, with only one thought in his mind: This world should be ruled by me.

He stepped out of the passage and through the corridor. The Spirit Hall deacons and guards he encountered along the way were all stunned for a moment when they saw him emerge from the secret room, and then quickly lowered their heads to avoid him. No one dared to look him in the eye.

Zhang San ignored everyone and walked straight towards Hu Liena's courtyard.

That was his senior, who had always taken special care of him since they were young.

Although Zhang San was still unsure whether his feelings for Hu Liena were romantic, he had long regarded her as his own possession, not allowing anyone to touch her.

When we arrived at the courtyard gate, it was ajar.

Zhang San heard Hu Liena's familiar voice coming from inside the house, singing a lullaby with an unprecedented tenderness in her tone.

He reached out and pushed open the door, then stepped inside.

"Is that the teacher?" Hu Liena asked with a hint of amusement as she heard footsteps.

Zhang San didn't answer. The moment he stepped into the house, he suddenly stopped.

Hu Liena was sitting on the sofa, holding a baby wrapped in a light blue swaddle in her arms. The baby was much rounder than before, and her cheeks were fuller.

Her gaze was fixed on the tiny life in her arms, a broad smile playing on her lips.

Hu Liena looked up, and when she saw Zhang San, her smile froze slightly, but she quickly recovered and her voice remained gentle. "Xiao San, you've come out of seclusion?"

Zhang San didn't answer her question. His gaze fell on the swaddled baby in Hu Liena's arms, and he felt as if his whole body had cracked open.

Whose child is this?

Suppressing his shock, Zhang San asked with a last glimmer of hope and doubt.

Hu Liena was silent for a moment, then tightened her grip on the child slightly. "You just came out of quarantine, go back and rest first, don't think too much."

She shifted her gaze elsewhere, avoiding Zhang San's increasingly intense stare.

Zhang San didn't leave; his gaze remained fixed on the child, as if he wouldn't give up until he got an answer.

Hu Liena gently placed the child in the cradle beside her, then stood up and stood in front of the cradle, blocking its path. "Xiao San, this is my child. You go back first, we can talk about the details another day."

When Zhang San learned from Hu Liena that it was her own child, his last shred of hope was shattered.

His gaze turned even colder in that instant, and he turned and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

Zhang San didn't ask who the child's father was because he knew that Hu Liena wouldn't tell him even if he asked, but he was confident he could find out the truth.

Moreover, they were just senior and junior classmates. Although they had feelings for each other, they never made their relationship public.

Soon, Zhang San had investigated the matter thoroughly in just one day.

All the clues, pieced together, ultimately pointed to one name: Tang San!

That opponent who defeated him several times, the son of his father's killer, the one who coveted his Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

It can be said that Tang San already has countless layers of the "already have a way to die" buff for Zhang San.

But he even stole Hu Liena away.

There is no greater tragedy in life than this.

Zhang San sat in the empty room, his gaze fixed on the Asura Demon Sword, its dark red blade reflecting his face.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his face filled with ruthlessness.

Zhang San returned to Hu Liena's courtyard, the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, and pushed open the door to go inside.

Hu Liena was sunbathing in the yard with her child in her arms when she saw Zhang San come in. A smile appeared on her face, but the next second, that smile was replaced by fear.

Zhang San didn't utter a single word. The Asura Demon Sword, carrying a scarlet killing intent, thrust straight at the baby in Hu Liena's arms without hesitation.

Hu Liena dodged to the side, the sword grazing her shoulder and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

She stumbled backward, clutching the child, her back slamming against the courtyard wall, her voice filled with terror and anger. "Xiao San! You're insane! This is my child!"

But Zhang San seemed not to hear her shouts at all.

He looked Bingbing at Hu Liena: "But she's also Tang San's child. You should know how much I hate him."

Hu Liena shook her head, her voice trembling. "No, she's just my child, not anyone else's."

She knelt down, holding the child tightly in her arms, her voice trembling with sobs and pleading. "Xiao San, please, let her go! I'm begging you!"

A red glint flashed in Zhang San's eyes, and he said emotionlessly, "Then you can die with her!"

He raised the Asura Demon Sword, just as the sword was about to fall.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Bibi Dong stood at the entrance of the courtyard, and a deep purple light shot out from her hand, striking Zhang San's wrist precisely.

The blade was deflected, leaving a deep gash in the ground beside Hu Liena.

Bibi Dong immediately stepped in front of Hu Liena, her eyes filled with anger.

Zhang San's murderous intent remained undiminished, the tip of the Asura Demon Sword pointing at Bibi Dong: "You're taking a sword for her? She's Tang San's woman. She bore Tang San's child. You shouldn't have stopped me."

Bibi Dong's voice was icy. "Nana is my disciple, and this situation is not what she wanted. Besides, the child is innocent. If you have any sense left, you should put down your sword."

"Rationality? Hahaha..."

Zhang San laughed, a very shrill laugh, "Aren't you all too naive? Tang San is our enemy."

Bibi Dong said, "Of course I know. Then let's defeat him on the battlefield. Why harm a baby?"

Hu Liena knelt by the courtyard wall, weeping and pleading, "Junior brother, for the sake of our twenty years of brotherhood, please spare my child. Don't worry, Tang San doesn't know this is his child; it's just mine."

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" Zhang San sneered, his gaze falling on Bibi Dong. "Is this still the Bibi Dong I know, the ruthless Pope of the Spirit Hall who wouldn't even care about her own daughter?"

Zhang San called Bibi Dong by her first name, and stopped calling her "teacher" altogether.

"I've tolerated you for too long. Bibi Dong, you said that strength is everything. Now, I am stronger than you. From now on, no one can order me around!"