Tang San Castrated

Tang Hao lay on the ground, blood still seeping from the fist-sized hole in his abdomen, his breathing so faint it was nearly imperceptible.

But he was still alive.

Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his hand, the golden light at his fingertips growing increasingly brilliant. Five golden threads shot forth, aimed directly at Tang Hao's throat and heart.

No matter how tenacious the vitality of a Title Douluo might be, having both the throat and heart pierced simultaneously meant certain death.

Suddenly, a blood-red figure appeared before Chrysanthemum Douluo without the slightest warning.

There was no prior leakage of aura, nor even the slightest fluctuation of soul power.

Yue Guan's pupils contracted to their limit. Before he could even react, a massive fist magnified infinitely in his vision.

The blood-red figure merely flicked a hand, and a colossal force slammed into Yue Guan's chest, sending him flying instantly.

He sprawled on the ground, a large amount of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his head buzzing.

Who is this? When did such a figure emerge on the continent?

The moment Gu Qingshan saw that blood-red figure, his heart skipped a beat.

This is bad!

The newcomer's appearance was identical to the King of Slaughter he had seen in the anime during his past life.

Blood-red hair, blood-red robes, blood-red eyes.

Tang Chen.

Tang San's great-grandfather, the former sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, and one of the three Limit Douluo of the Douluo Continent. He was mentioned in the same breath as Martial Soul Hall's Grand Elder Qian Daoliu and Sea God Island's High Priestess Bo Saixi, collectively known as the "Three Mountains of Douluo."

According to the original timeline, Tang Chen should have been parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and trapped within the City of Slaughter at this time.

How could he appear here?

Gu Qingshan's eyes narrowed, his thoughts racing at lightning speed.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes; in this world, methods for resurrection were not non-existent.

"Heroic Leap."

His body vaulted into the air, his right hand drawing a short blade from his waist as he slashed down toward Tang San's neck.

"How bold!"

Tang Chen roared, his figure vanishing from where he stood.

A second ago, he had been in front of Yue Guan, nearly ten zhang away from Tang San's corpse.

The next second, Tang Chen stood beside Gu Qingshan, throwing a punch toward him.

Facing this punch, Gu Qingshan felt a sense of oppression he had never experienced before.

Gu Qingshan did not dodge; in a flash, he made his decision: endure this punch and sever Tang San's head.

The short blade accelerated downward, the edge carving a cold light through the air, aimed straight for Tang San's neck.

At the same time, he raised his Thorn Shield with his left hand, activating his defensive stance to the fullest.

"Boom!"

Tang Chen's fist smashed into the Thorn Shield.

Gu Qingshan felt an irresistible force surge from the shield's surface, and his body was sent flying involuntarily.

But he had not failed entirely.

The short blade accelerated as he was knocked back, the edge slicing past Tang San's neck and continuing downward.

It carved a path from the collarbone all the way to the lower body.

Tang San's corpse was gutted, a pile of colorful viscera sliding out from the abdominal cavity.

More importantly, as the short blade swept past Tang San's lower body, the edge passed exactly between his legs.

Tang San's filth-root and the basket below were severed entirely, mixing with the other internal organs until it was impossible to tell one mass from another.

Gu Qingshan finally stabilized his figure dozens of zhang away. The moment he landed, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yet, Tang Chen was worthy of being the ceiling of the Douluo Continent. Braving Gu Qingshan's reflected damage, he hoisted Tang San up, then flashed to Tang Hao's side.

Following that, he shot into the sky, disappearing without a trace while carrying Tang San and Tang Hao.

Silence returned to the ruins of Shrek Academy.

Yue Guan climbed up from the ground, the collapsed section of his chest causing him excruciating pain with every breath.

Clutching his chest, he limped over to Gu Qingshan, his face filled with guilt and unwillingness.

"Holy Son, this subordinate is incompetent; Tang San and Tang Hao have been rescued!"

"This is not your fault. The person who came was Tang Chen, who shares the same reputation as the Grand Elder."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils contracted sharply, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face.

"Tang Chen? That Limit Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect?"

Gu Qingshan nodded without speaking.

If it were merely Tang Chen, given his leveling speed and the terrifying recoil of the Thorn Shield, he would have dealt with that old man sooner or later.

But if a god were involved, things would become troublesome.

Gu Qingshan took a deep breath, suppressing these thoughts to the bottom of his heart.

Thinking about this now was useless; the top priority was Xiao Wu's spirit ring.

Xiao Wu's body still lay on the ground, a blood-red spirit ring hovering above it.

Gu Qingshan signaled to Yue Guan with his eyes, then walked over to Xiao Wu's body and sat down cross-legged.

He did not rush to absorb the spirit ring, instead first activating the spirit bone skill of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone and storing Xiao Wu's spirit bones into his Soul Tool.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his body had recovered to its optimal state.

Once adjusted, he took a deep breath, reached out, and touched the blood-red spirit ring.

Instantly, a violent surge of energy, carrying endless resentment and agony, flooded into his body.

That resentment rampaged through Gu Qingshan's mind, and under its influence, the energy of the spirit ring became wild and chaotic, attempting to break through the limits of his meridians and tear his body apart from the inside.

Gu Qingshan's expression remained unchanged.

His physical strength was sufficient to withstand the energy impact of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, and mental attacks were what he feared the least, as the Thorn Shield could easily neutralize them.

Three days later, Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and stood up.

Seven spirit rings pulsed beneath him: purple, black, black, black, black, black, and red.

With a flash of the blood-red spirit ring's light, the Thorn Shield and Gu Qingshan merged into one; the man was the shield, and the shield was the man.

Attack, defense, and strength were increased by 500%.

The seventh spirit ring of a hundred-thousand-year level was quite special; it did not provide two spirit skills, but rather an enhanced version of the Avatar of the Martial Soul.

At the same time, his spirit power had increased by four levels, his health bar reached sixty thousand, and the recoil ratio was 120%.

On the other side, Tang Chen returned to the City of Slaughter, carrying Tang San's corpse and the unconscious Tang Hao.

Looking at the one corpse and one person on the ground, his emotions were complex.

He wondered how the Clear Sky Sect was faring.

Having lost him, a Limit Douluo, was the Clear Sky Sect still the number one sect in the world?

The reason he had been able to break free from the control of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and head to Shrek to rescue the father and son, Tang San and Tang Hao, was because he had received guidance from Asura.

Back then, he had found the inheritance of Asura in the City of Slaughter, but when he reached the eighth trial and faced the powerful Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, he was ambushed by the divine sense of the Rakshasa God, ultimately becoming parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and reduced to the half-human, half-ghost King of Slaughter.

Now that he was finally awake, he was being asked by Asura to sacrifice himself to save Tang San, the successor designated by Asura.

Of course, Asura had not forced him; he was doing it willingly.

Tang San was his great-grandson, the hope of the Clear Sky Sect, and his future achievements would far surpass his own.

He was willing to be this tool!

"It's just... I really want to see Xixi one more time!"