Why Has Tang San Survived Until Now?
If the timing is precise and the vital points are attacked, even without the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, a poisoned Godly Zhuge Crossbow could potentially end a completely unsuspecting deity!
At this moment, the Asura God was restless and agitated... This was a golden opportunity that would come once in a lifetime!
The Asura God frowned even more as he looked down at Tang San, whose respectful posture inexplicably made him feel uneasy.
What truly important discoveries could this degenerate, a liar and wicked man, possibly make?
But that strange intuition, and the last trace of exploration of "variables" deep in his heart, made him slightly raise his hand, which could be regarded as tacit approval of Tang San's approach.
"Come forward and speak." The cold voice echoed in the empty hall.
Tang San lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. In his sleeve, the deadly mechanism was already subtly engaged by his fingers, slowly drawing closer to the throne.
His voice was deliberately hoarse and urgent, as if he had truly made some major discovery. "Asura God, although I am imprisoned, I have never forgotten the safety of the Divine Realm day and night. Recently, I have sensed the flow of divine power..."
As he spoke, he quietly calculated the distance. Five steps, four steps, three steps... Now!
As the Asura God was pondering the hidden information fabricated by Tang San, his mind suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously focused his divine sense to perceive it.
In that fleeting moment!
Tang San suddenly raised his right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, and a metal cylinder, no bigger than a palm, dark in color and with an extremely precise structure, suddenly appeared at the cuff.
Without the slightest hesitation, he frantically poured all the remaining Soul Power in his body into it, and pressed his thumb hard against the barely perceptible protrusion on the mechanism—
"Whoosh! Buzz--!!!"
A strange, low, rapid tremor, as if space were being forcibly torn apart and then instantly mended!
Twenty-seven points of cold light, finer than a hair and almost completely transparent, shot out from the tiny holes at the front of the cylinder!
Such close range, such a sudden burst of power, and such penetrating characteristics that disregard conventional defenses!
The Asura God only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and before he could even see what it was, a chilling, bone-piercing impact, accompanied by excruciating pain and numbness, had already pierced his divine body!
The tiny needle was not merely a physical puncture; the strange poison attached to its tip, refined from Tang San's fallen Soul Power and various other insidious ingredients, spread wildly like a living thing the moment it entered the body!
"Asshole--!!!"
A roar of shock and rage shook the entire Asura God Temple!
The Asura God never imagined that he would be ambushed on his own throne by a prisoner whom he considered an ant and who had a restriction placed on his body!
The intense pain and the numbing sensation from the poison filled him with shock and rage. Almost instinctively, his Asura Divine Power, surging like a sea of blood, erupted!
A gigantic, blood-red divine hand, capable of blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air, carrying terrifying pressure, and slammed down on Tang San, who had just launched his Hidden Weapon and was turning around without hesitation to fly away at full speed!
Before the giant hand even arrived, the binding force field formed by pure killing intent and divine power had already made the air around Tang San as sticky as glue, and his speed dropped sharply.
Tang San didn't dare look back to check the result. He squeezed out all his potential and lunged forward, trying to avoid the core of the giant palm's strike range. He could even feel the scorching and stinging sensation from the destructive energy behind him.
"BOOM--!!!"
A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart!
The crimson giant hand slammed solidly onto the spot where Tang San had just stood, along with a large section of the temple buildings. The indestructible divine crystal pillars shattered, the walls carved with ancient divine patterns collapsed, and dust completely swallowed Tang San's tiny figure.
However, after striking out with his palm, the Asura God had no time to check whether Tang San had been reduced to dust by that palm strike.
He groaned, his tall body swayed, and he slid down from the throne, unable to support himself, and sat down cross-legged.
The needle holes were tiny, and the bleeding was minimal, but each of the twenty-seven pear blossom needles that entered his body was like a poisonous seed, taking root wildly within his divine body and releasing terrifying toxins.
"Cough... Damn ants!" Blood spilled from the corner of the Asura God's mouth, and his face quickly turned an unnatural bluish-gray.
He immediately suppressed all his outward divine power and anger, and focused all his divine power on trying to force out the poison needles and suppress the toxins.
He was both shocked and furious. He was shocked that Tang San actually dared to make a move, and that the Hidden Weapon weapon was so strangely powerful that even his divine body could not completely withstand it. He was furious that he had been careless and had been forced into such a miserable situation.
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Only after forcibly suppressing the cold and cunning poison did the Asura God manage to catch his breath.
He raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his fingertips unconsciously touched the scalp above his brow—there, a tiny, almost invisible line was slowly seeping out a drop of blood.
A chill instantly ran down his spine.
It was so close... If it weren't for that instinctive sense of crisis that made him subconsciously turn his head and lower his head at that instant, that most cunning pear blossom needle, aimed straight at his brow, would probably have already pierced his head!
Even if he were a god-king, the consequences of being directly hit in the vital spot between his eyebrows by such a poisonous Hidden Weapon would be unimaginable!
He almost got killed by a mortal's weapon?!
"That was close... that was a vicious tactic!" A terrifying flame ignited in the Asura God's dark red eyes. A prisoner he considered someone he could crush at any moment had almost caused him to capsize in a ditch—this was an utter disgrace!
His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the area where Tang San had just stood, which he had then slammed into ruins with a single palm strike.
Divine power surged, and the broken walls and ruins on the site were instantly cleared away, revealing a flat but cracked ground below.
There were no remains of flesh or blood.
Tang San... is gone!
"He's still alive?!" The Asura God's heart skipped a beat.
Although Tang San's angry attack, though not at its full power due to poisoning and being caught off guard, was still far beyond what an ordinary person could withstand head-on. The only explanation is that Tang San had already planned his escape route the moment he launched the sneak attack, and may even have used some special means or terrain to narrowly avoid the palm strike.
"Trying to escape?" Enraged, the Asura God stopped searching carefully with his divine sense and instead activated the "hidden hand" that had been laid long ago!
That was a Asura restriction he secretly planted when Tang San was at his weakest and most confused state after being imprisoned. This restriction was closely connected to Tang San's divine soul origin and his mixed Asura Divine Power. It was harmless when it was lying dormant, but once activated, it could cause his divine power to become disordered and cause him unbearable pain, or it could directly detonate the mixed Asura Divine Power in his body and completely destroy him from the inside!
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Meanwhile, relying on his vague memories of the Divine Realm's terrain from his previous life, Tang San stumbled and rushed forward like a wounded wild beast.
His face was deathly pale, and his breath was weak. He had just used all his strength to unleash the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles had almost drained his last bit of Soul Power. The aftershocks of dodging the Asura God's palm wind had further aggravated his injuries, and he felt nauseous and his chest was tight.
If you continue forward and pass through this area, you will reach a relatively weak spatial barrier node.
Just as he was calculating his final escape route—
"Ugh--!!!"
Without warning, a heart-wrenching pain, as if his soul were being ripped apart, suddenly exploded from his chest!
The pain did not come from external injuries, but from deep within his body, as if countless red-hot steel needles were simultaneously piercing his soul!
"Aaaaaahh...
Tang San could no longer maintain his balance and plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the cold ground. He curled up into a ball, his hands clutching his chest tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but this did nothing to alleviate the torment emanating from the very source of his soul.
My vision blurred, my ears rang incessantly, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.
He even began to desperately wish—to die immediately! To end this inhuman torture right now!
"A sneak attack... He really... used a sneak attack..." Tang San's consciousness ebbed and flowed amidst the excruciating pain, the thought flashing through his mind intermittently.
Chapter 353 Why has Tang San survived to this day?
Although, given Tang San's suspicious nature, he did consider the possibility that the Asura God might have left a hidden weapon on him when he was first imprisoned.
But deep down, the burning flames of revenge and the subconscious trust in the title of "God Realm Enforcer"—he was also a god-king in his previous life and knew the importance of maintaining a seemingly "upright" image—made him consciously or unconsciously ignore this worst-case scenario.
He was betting that, given the nature of the Asura God, he would disdain using such underhanded methods to control the life and death of mortals.
Although...
In his previous life as a god-king, he had never hesitated to use similar, or even more insidious and ruthless, underhanded tactics and schemes to achieve his goals.
In order to seize the destiny of the Soul Beast Clan, he did not hesitate to split his daughter Tang Wutong's soul in two and send it into the body of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion. In order to tame Huo Yuhao, he directly beat him with the strength of a God King. Afterwards, he sealed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline into Tang Wulin's body. I won't go into details about these things.
Tang San struggled to lift his head, looking towards the direction of the Asura God Temple, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and resentment.
Meanwhile, in the distant Asura God Temple, the Asura God, who had activated the restriction, was intently sensing the feedback from it.
He could clearly "see" Tang San's painful struggle at this moment and confirmed his location.
"Found you." The Asura God murmured coldly, slowly standing up.
Although the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles injured him, it was not fatal; it was just that the special toxins in them were a bit troublesome.
If it weren't for its explosive speed, which prevented the Asura God from using his divine power to defend himself, this Hidden Weapon would have been difficult to even harm Asura God.
At this moment, the Asura God threw all the needles that were gleaming with a cold light onto the ground.
Tang San was brought into the Douluo Continent by the Asura God, Asura God can be said to be the god who understands Tang San the most.
He was aware of the power of these Hidden Weapon, but he never imagined that one day he would have to use them on himself.
"If I hadn't kept a backup plan this time, I'm afraid this guy would have really escaped." After saying that, the Asura God transformed into a streak of blood-red light and flew towards Tang San's direction.
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The excruciating pain was like a bone-deep infection; every breath pulled at the restraint deep within his soul, bringing unbearable torment.
Tang San felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a boiling oil pot and repeatedly pierced by countless fine steel needles. Cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through his tattered clothes, and his vision blurred at the edges.
But he gritted his teeth and swallowed back the scream that was about to burst from his throat.
We can't stop! We absolutely can't stop!
His survival instinct and deep-seated obsession sustained him as he moved his body.
He was practically crawling on the ground.
"I can't die... How can I die here..." Tang San hissed, his eyes unfocused yet stubbornly fixed on the front. "Father... Mother... I haven't avenged them... Xiao Wu... My Xiao Wu... I haven't resurrected you... I haven't..."
The flames of revenge and his obsession—these were the beliefs that sustained him through two lifetimes, even to the point of his moral decay—now became the only anesthetic to combat his pain.
He murmured these names over and over again, inching his way toward the direction in his memory.
He climbed for an unknown amount of time until he finally struggled to reach his destination.
He froze on the spot.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his unfocused gaze was replaced by utter astonishment and despair.
Where, in front of us, is there any weak point in the boundary barrier?
It was a solidified spatial barrier that was almost suffocating!
Layers of divine power and light intertwined densely, forming a solid barrier that exuded immense pressure.
On the surface of the barrier, flashes of dark purple destructive lightning occasionally streaked across the surface, carrying a destructive aura. Just getting close to it caused his remaining soul to feel a stinging pain like being pricked by needles.
Indestructible! Impregnable!