Patricide!? / Rakshasa God Trial: First Trial Completed

On Tang San's body!

Bibi Dong possesses two Twin Martial Souls: the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor. She could be considered a natural-born Evil Soul Master, but unfortunately, she was taken in by the Spirit Hall for supervision and training, and was never able to unleash the true potential of her two Martial Soul.

Tang San, on the other hand, was a genius Evil Soul Master who was born later in life. His original Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul were not related to Evil Soul Master, but his acquired Soul Bone Skill were divine skills that Evil Soul Master dreamed of. In addition, his ruthless nature also attracted the attention of the Rakshasa God.

Rakshasa God frowned as he looked at these two barely acceptable "backup options".

She is the embodiment of God of Evil, resentment, and misfortune. She wears a set of hideous, biological bone armor. The space around her is distorted by her emotions, filled with a purple-green God of Evil mist, as if the domain is spontaneously formed. This mist causes continuous erosion and interference, and ordinary people will be affected as soon as they get close.

She looked down on Bibi Dong, who was obsessed with love. She had previously led Bibi Dong astray once, when Bibi Dong was betrayed by Yu Xiaogang and captured by Yu Yuanzhen.

At that time, Rakshasa God thought that Bibi Dong would be completely corrupted by what she had experienced, hate the world, and kill Yu Xiaogang, but...

It failed!

Bibi Dong's love and hate for Yu Xiaogang were intertwined. Although she was greatly affected, she only sought revenge against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and Yu Yuanzhen, and never did anything to Yu Xiaogang.

The Rakshasa God.

Unexpectedly, now that the Dragon Realm urgently needs a successor, they're coming back to "eat their old grass" (a metaphor for returning to their former allies).

Rakshasa God was very unwilling. Compared to Bibi Dong, she preferred Tang San, a guy with an inherently God of Evil nature, who was a perfect match for the divine duty she was fulfilling.

Tang San's downfall didn't require any deliberate guidance. After realizing that his strength was weaker than his peers, the little guy immediately and without hesitation used the Eight Spider Lances to hunt Soul Beast for cultivation.

He will eventually absorb Soul Master cultivation. Rakshasa God has seen a lot and is very certain of the choices Tang San will make in the future.

Looking at Tang San, whose hatred was growing increasingly dark and intense in the dungeon, Rakshasa God smiled. This was just the beginning. If it was only this level of hatred and resentment, he was not qualified to inherit his godhood.

Wait a little longer, until he is completely desperate, then I will bestow the divine test upon him.

We can't let our guard down on Bibi Dong's side either.

Looking at the situation facing Bibi Dong, Rakshasa God revealed an even more pleased smile.

That damn love-struck fool didn't follow her plan last time; they ended up fighting over love. Let's see what she does this time!

Will you commit suicide with your lover, or kill your lover with your own hands?

Of course, it would be even more wonderful if Bibi Dong were to fall into depravity and madness as a result.

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"Whoosh!" It was the sound of the door being pushed open, and a faint light entered the dimly lit dungeon.

Tang San immediately looked up, then his expression froze.

It wasn't the blond boy who had been bringing him porridge and checking on him these past few days, but rather an acquaintance of Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji!

Yu Xiaogang, who had always lived a life of luxury, had suffered greatly during his detention and transportation these past few days. His face was unshaven and his spirits were low. His feet were blistered from the journey and he was now walking with a trembling gait.

Although Zhao Wuji's Soul Power was sealed and he was bound by heavy shackles and chains, he was still a beast Soul Master Martial Soul a tough and muscular Vigorous Vajra Bear, and he was very strong, though he looked a bit slovenly.

"Whoosh!!" The cell door next to Tang San's was opened, revealing Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji imprisoned there.

Since their arrest, the two have been anything but honest. Yu Xiaogang kept saying that the matter of the Pope's Decree was a misunderstanding, but he couldn't explain its origin. He also said that he wanted to see Pope Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong, or he would bring up the friendship between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and the Spirit Hall decades ago, and bring up his status as a direct disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him.

Salas gave Yu Xiaogang a disdainful look. How dare he talk about the relationship between the Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect? The reason the two families fell out was because Yu Xiaogang had abducted the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden! And he even made a fuss about wanting to see Bibi Dong. I'm afraid that if he made that demand, Bibi Dong, the former Holy Maiden, would be in trouble.

Zhao Wuji remained defiant throughout the journey, constantly proclaiming that he was right and that the Spirit Hall was abusing its power.

"So what if I offended you a little? You're acting like you've dug up your ancestral graves, never letting it go! First you sent some good-for-nothings, which I dismissed, and then you shamelessly sent Titled Douluo to arrest me?" Zhao Wuji spat as he spoke, his mind filled with the humiliation of the past and the resentment of the present. All he did was beat up the members of the Strength Clan and a few bishops who came to maintain order.

Why would the Spirit Hall hold a grudge for so long?

The nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire not only didn't arrest him, but also openly and secretly tried to win him over. Why is the Spirit Hall so petty?

"I'm not wrong! I wasn't wrong before, I'm not wrong now, and I won't be wrong in the future! The one who's wrong is your Spirit Hall, bullying others with your power!" Zhao Wuji roared.

Until the door was closed and the entire cell was plunged into darkness, neither of them recognized that the person imprisoned in the next cell was Tang San, whom they had once admired and valued.

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It's not surprising that Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji didn't recognize him. Tang San's original appearance was ordinary, but it was decent and definitely not ugly.

However, these days, being locked in a dark and sunless cell with no one to talk to, his body filthy and his temperament gloomy, coupled with the effects of mixed blood and drugs, Tang San's appearance has become increasingly sinister and God of Evil, making him seem like a bad person at first glance.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground. Even in the darkness, his Purple Demon Eye allowed him to clearly see the movements in the next cell. He looked at Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Chapter 223 Killing the Master!?

In the Divine Realm, the Rakshasa God looked at the master and disciple separated by a fence, a God of Evil smile appearing on his face, his body shrouded in purple aura.

This arrangement was unexpected, yet... perfectly to her liking!

A divine force flew down to the lower realm and entered Tang San's body.

Just as Rakshasa God was about to guide Tang San to kill his master and escape from prison, he realized that he had really gone to unnecessary lengths.

She also underestimated Tang San's character.

Without needing his guidance, Tang San already planned to use the Eight Spider Lances to devour Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji.

Especially Zhao Wuji, who is a Soul Saint. If he could be completely drained, it would not only nourish his body, which is in poor condition due to being imprisoned for a long time, but also rapidly increase his Soul Power.

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In the dark, damp dungeon, the only sound was the dripping of water seeping from the cracks in the stones. Tang San huddled in a cold corner, his throat parched and sore.

He had actually lost count of how long he had been locked up here; time seemed to have lost its meaning in the darkness.

He propped himself up, the chains rattling on his wrists. He groped his way to the stone wall separating the two cells and pressed his chapped lips against a crack in the wall.

"Teacher... are you a teacher?" His voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

Suddenly, it became quiet next door; even breathing seemed to stop.

After a long silence, a similarly hoarse yet utterly familiar voice responded tremblingly, "Mistress? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

After Xiao Wu Tang San's personality changed drastically, and he left with Tang Hao. Yu Xiaogang never expected that the master and disciple would meet again in this dungeon.

That was Yu Xiaogang's voice. Hearing the concern in Yu Xiaogang's tone, Tang San felt a moment of guilt. He recalled a vague memory from long ago: he was sitting in the audience while Yu Xiaogang stood on the podium of the Nuoding Academy, explaining the Martial Soul Theory with great enthusiasm.

I'm sorry, teacher...

This time I will resurrect you and take you to godhood.

"Teacher..." Tang San's throat tightened, "After Xiao Wu's accident, my father and I left... I never expected to meet you here."

The sound of shackles scraping came from the other side of the wall, as if Yu Xiaogang was also moving towards it. "They arrested me half a month ago," Yu Xiaogang's voice lowered, "Because I wanted to seek justice for Zhao Wuji, but Salas arrested me on trumped-up charges."

In Yu Xiaogang's view, it was indeed a fabricated charge. He hadn't stolen the Pope's Decree; they were just taking their anger out on him, a Soul Grandmaster, because they couldn't catch the person who stole the token.

Tang San swallowed hard, his throat feeling like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, sounding utterly pitiful. "I've been locked up here for so long, so long that I've almost forgotten the warmth of the sun."

"Your voice..." Yu Xiaogang paused, involuntarily recalling the obedient disciple he remembered who respected his master, subconsciously forgetting Tang San's drastic change in temperament, his tone full of heartache, "How long has it been since they gave you water?"

"I can't remember." Tang San pressed his forehead against the cold stone wall; the chill actually made him more awake. "Yesterday... or the day before? I couldn't see outside, so I didn't know the time. A guard poured me some water."

The master and apprentice began to chat and comfort each other, with Yu Xiaogang's body pressed tightly against the iron railing.

Ironically, Zhao Wuji, who had been the loudest at the beginning, fell silent.

Zhao Wuji had always admired Tang San, this monstrous student, the most. It could be said that no student in the entire Shrek Academy was as popular with him as Tang San.

Even when Tang Hao was captured, exposing Tang San's hybrid human-animal identity, the carefree Zhao Wuji didn't care and often missed Tang San.

But for some reason, when Zhao Wuji met Tang San again under these circumstances, instead of feeling excited about sharing hardships, he inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

It was as if they were being targeted by a dangerous predator.

Zhao Wuji is not very bright, nor does he follow reason. He believes in the law of the jungle and acts based on instinct.

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Previously, Zhao Wuji's rough voice had echoed in the dungeon, but strangely, since being imprisoned, this once Immovable Wisdom King had become unusually silent.

Tang San finally couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively asked, "Teacher, was Teacher Zhao Wuji the one who was locked up with you just now?"

Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang replied, "It's Zhao Wuji. I was captured by the Spirit Hall because I was trying to save him."

In the next cell, Zhao Wuji huddled in a corner, stunned by what he heard. What he said... was both right and wrong. Yu Xiaogang had indeed been arrested because of the Pope's Decree saved him, but the origin of the Pope's Decree was unclear. He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words.

"Teacher Zhao, are you alright?" Tang San asked with concern.

Zhao Wuji finally came to his senses and shouted gruffly, "Of course I'm fine! You little brat, you left without a word back then, and now you know how to call me teacher?"

In the darkness, Tang San's lips curled into a slight smile. He remembered that although Zhao Wuji appeared rude on the surface, he was actually loyal and righteous.

"Things were urgent back then, and I left so quickly so as not to implicate the academy." Tang San's tone lowered, carrying just the right amount of disappointment. "Afterwards... my father was also killed by the Spirit Hall."

He had already prepared a story: he and his father, Tang Hao, were captured by the Spirit Hall, but were imprisoned separately, Tang Hao was unfortunately killed. This explanation was both reasonable and could garner sympathy.

Zhao Wuji fell silent as expected. After a while, the sound of his shackles indicated that he had moved.

"Kid, are you telling the truth?" Zhao Wuji's voice softened, a rare occurrence for him.

"How could I joke about my father's affairs?" Tang San's voice was choked with suppressed sobs. "Teacher Zhao, we are all imprisoned here now, and the Spirit Hall is our common enemy."

Tang San's words were very skillful. He deliberately emphasized their shared experiences and enemies, slowly breaking down Zhao Wuji's psychological defenses. Zhao Wuji recalled his appreciation for this Little Monster back in the Shrek Academy, and remembered his hard work in training. His doubts gradually dissipated.

"Damn it, the Spirit Hall!" Zhao Wuji suddenly slammed his fist against the wall, sending dust flying from the cell. "If I ever get out of here, I'll tear those bastards to pieces!"

Tang San sensed a softening in Zhao Wuji's tone and immediately pressed his advantage. "Teacher Zhao, we need to find a way out. You're experienced, do you have any ideas?"

The voice grew softer and softer, and in order to hear more clearly, Zhao Wuji and Yu Xiaogang instinctively moved closer...

Chapter 224 The Rakshasa God's Trial, First Trial Completed

The darkness in the dungeon was thick and inky, with only Tang San's Purple Demon Eye gleaming faintly in the shadows, clearly revealing the outlines of the other two. The Eight Spider Lances behind him silently unfurled, their purplish-black spider legs gleaming with a cold, eerie hue in the darkness, like lurking venomous snakes poised to strike.

Yu Xiaogang remained oblivious, still clinging to a sliver of hope for his newly devised escape plan. Zhao Wuji, however, with the intuition honed from years of teetering on the brink of death, felt a chill creep through him. Instinctively, his muscles tensed, and he took a half-step back, the heavy shackles making a slight scraping sound.

This is the moment!

Eight grotesque spider legs shot out like lightning, piercing through the two men's bodies with precision and ruthlessness! Yu Xiaogang's thin chest and Zhao Wuji's strong body were pierced by the cold, sharp objects almost simultaneously.

"Ugh!" Yu Xiaogang let out a short, incredulous groan, his eyes widening in terror as he tried to see what was happening in the absolute darkness. He only felt a sharp pain and a rapidly spreading numbness. The terrifying venom of the Man Faced Demon Spider instantly eroded his nerves, rendering him unable to move even a finger. He could only feel his life force and his meager Soul Grandmaster Soul Power irreversibly surging towards Tang San through the Spider Spear embedded in his body.

"Mistress... you..." He managed to utter a few words, but he couldn't even form a complete question. His consciousness gradually blurred amidst the poison and extreme shock and pain.

On the other side, Zhao Wuji roared the moment the Spider Spear pierced his body. His powerful body struggled instinctively. Even with his Soul Power sealed, his Soul Saint- level physique was still formidable. His muscles bulged as he tried to shake off the Spider Spear. However, the sharpness and sturdiness of the Eight Spider Lances far exceeded his expectations, firmly pinning them to his body.