Masked Man: I Am Tang Chen!

Kamui Dimension.

Eternal silence reigned here.

Massive dark-blue rectangular pillars stood scattered throughout the void in an orderly pattern, stretching all the way into the darkness beyond sight.

In this dead-silent world, there were only two living people.

One wore a black robe and a Tiger Mask, sitting cross-legged atop the tallest stone pillar.

The other was bound by thick black chains atop a stone platform on a lower pillar.

"Genjutsu: Release."

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his right eye. His crimson Mangekyō Sharingan turned faintly.

Tang Ya's body suddenly trembled, and her tightly shut eyes flew open.

Confusion, dizziness, fear.

Countless negative emotions surged into her heart in an instant.

Tang Ya instinctively tried to struggle and mobilize the Soul Power within her body.

But the black chains seemed to possess sealing power. No matter how hard she urged it, the Soul Power in her body was like stagnant water, utterly unmoved.

This... where was this?

She looked around in terror.

It was an unfamiliar environment, completely unlike any scenery on Douluo Continent.

She remembered now. At the edge of Sea God Lake, she had been captured by a black-robed man wearing a mask.

"You're awake."

That deep, hoarse voice came from above.

Tang Ya abruptly looked up and glared at the Masked Man. Though inwardly frightened, she shouted fiercely:

"Where is this?! Let me go!"

"I'm a student of Shrek Academy! If they find out I've gone missing, the academy will investigate to the very end! No matter where you run, Shrek won't let you off!"

Faced with Tang Ya's threat, Huo Yuhao merely chuckled faintly.

The laughter echoed through the empty space, filled with endless mockery.

"Shrek?"

Huo Yuhao slowly rose to his feet and looked down at her.

"Little girl, save your strength."

"This place is already a world beyond Douluo Continent. It is a domain that belongs solely to me."

He spread his arms as though embracing the void.

"Within this space, everything is under my control. Forget Shrek Academy—even that Dragon God Douluo, Mu En, could never find you."

Mu En?!

Tang Ya's heart skipped a beat.

Ordinary people might not know who Mu En was.

But as the master of the Tang Sect and Beibei's lover, she knew all too well what that name represented.

He stood at the pinnacle of power on the continent, a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo!

This Masked Man actually did not even regard Mu En as a threat? And he claimed that this place was "beyond the continent"?

An unprecedented sense of despair enveloped Tang Ya.

Beyond Douluo Continent... how was that possible?

Even a Title Douluo, even a Limit Douluo, could not possibly possess such world-altering methods, could they?

Tang Ya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

"You went to such lengths to capture me and bring me here. What do you want?"

Huo Yuhao slowly drifted down from above. His black robe stirred without wind, and he finally stopped three meters in front of Tang Ya.

Through the mask, that crimson solitary eye carried a suffocating depth.

"I am known as..."

"Uchiha Madara."

Tang Ya froze. She rapidly searched through the records of major sects and historical powerhouses in her mind, yet she had never heard that name.

"Never heard of me?"

Huo Yuhao seemed to see through her thoughts. His voice carried a trace of age and amusement.

"That makes sense. It was a name from a very long time ago."

He took a step forward, and his aura abruptly changed.

"Since you are a descendant of the Tang Sect, you should be even more familiar with my other identity."

Huo Yuhao paused, then uttered the name one word at a time:

"Tang Chen!"

Boom!

Those two words struck like thunder.

Her eyes widened. Her pupils contracted violently, and her breathing nearly stopped.

"T-Tang Chen?!"

"The great-grandfather of Ancestor Tang San from ten thousand years ago? One of the three great Limit Douluo of that era? The former master of the Clear Sky Sect? The inheritor of the Asura God, Tang Chen?!"

How could that be possible?!

After the shock came absurdity.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

She loudly refuted him, trying to use reason to expose his lie. "The family records are very clear! Although Ancestor Tang Chen regained his sanity after being saved by Patriarch Tang San, his body had long been drained dry by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King. Not long afterward, his body collapsed and he died!"

"Who exactly are you?! Stop pretending to be mysterious here!"

Huo Yuhao did not argue against Tang Ya's doubts.

He merely watched her silently as the Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye suddenly began spinning madly.

"The wisdom of mortals is always blinded by so-called 'records.'"

"Since you don't believe me, then let me make you remember..."

"The terror that belonged to Asura."

Buzz!

The entire world changed.

The moment Tang Ya finished speaking, the blue stone pillars and the pitch-black void around her shattered instantly.

They were replaced by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The sky turned dark red, while countless White Bones lay beneath her feet.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, as though innumerable wronged souls were wailing beside her ears.

"This... this is..."

Before she could react.

A bloody rift tore open in the sky.

An incomparably enormous demonic sword, crimson from hilt to tip, slowly extended its blade point with an aura of slaughter capable of destroying heaven and earth.

That was... the Asura Divine Sword!

"Accept your judgment!"

Huo Yuhao's voice descended from the heavens like divine punishment.

Boom!

The demonic sword fell.

That slaughterous aura, beyond the limits of her understanding, locked onto her instantly.

This was not mortal power at all. This was the judgment of a god!

"No—!!"

Tang Ya let out a desperate scream.

But before that colossal sword capable of splitting heaven and earth, her voice seemed so insignificant.

Splat!

The massive sword descended and cleaved her entire body in two.

Pain.

The agony of her soul being torn apart.

Her vision went black, and her consciousness scattered.

Yet the next second.

Tang Ya abruptly opened her eyes.

To her horror, she found herself standing in the same spot again, completely unharmed.

"Revived?"

Before she could rejoice, a massive blood-red energy slash swept toward her.

Pfft!

She died again.

Again, and again, and again.

Within the Genjutsu, time seemed to lose all meaning.

Tang Ya no longer knew how many times she had died.

A hundred times?

A thousand times?

The pain of every death was real, and the terror of every rebirth was multiplied.

That trembling born from the depths of her soul completely shattered her psychological defenses.

Finally.

Just as her consciousness was about to collapse completely and she stood on the brink of madness.

"Wake up."

A low shout, like a lifeline, pulled her from hell back into reality.

"Gasp... gasp... gasp..."

Tang Ya panted heavily.

Her face was pale as paper, her pupils unfocused.

"So... I'm not dead..."

She raised her head tremblingly.

What entered her sight was still the black-robed man wearing a Tiger Mask.

But this time, her gaze had changed.

There was no longer doubt or anger, only deep fear and reverence.

At that moment, an aura that made her soul tremble was emanating from Huo Yuhao.

It was the "Divine Pressure" Huo Yuhao had simulated by fully activating the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path and combining it with Genjutsu.

That aura was ancient, tyrannical, and filled with slaughter, as though the entire world would collapse at a single thought from him.

Tang Ya had never seen such pure, supreme killing intent in her life.

Even Mu En, the strongest person she knew, seemed as insignificant as a Fire Fly before this aura.

If he were not the inheritor of the Asura God from those years, if he were not the man who had once ruled Slaughter City, how could he possibly possess such bearing?

Huo Yuhao clasped his hands behind his back. Red light flowed through his solitary eye as he spoke indifferently:

"Little girl."

"Do you believe me now?"

Tang Ya nodded tremblingly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

A space beyond Douluo Continent.

Methods that transcended life and death.

Pressure that surpassed a Limit Douluo.

All of it had completely exceeded the bounds of her understanding.

Other than that legendary man, she could think of no second possibility.

"This junior... Tang Ya... pays respects... to Ancestor Tang Chen..."

As he watched the girl finally lower her head, the corners of Huo Yuhao's lips curled beneath the mask.

It worked.

With the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's aura bolstering him, combined with the psychological suggestion of Sharingan Genjutsu.

Fooling a little girl with only three soul rings was laughably easy.