Since the Gods Dared Not Act, I'd Use the Tang Sect to Slay All Under Heaven

Tang San was violently thrown out by the blood-red crack.

He crashed to the end of the stone steps on Sea God Island, his back numb from the impact, and the blood in his throat could no longer be held back, spurting directly onto Sea God Divine Armor.

The blue-gold light flickered, then dimmed further.

Tang San pushed himself up from the ground, his fingers digging into the cracks in the stone, his fingertips covered in blood. He didn't look back in the direction of the Divine Realm, nor did he dare to.

The Asura God's last words still echoed in my ears.

Go back to the lower realm.

Don't provoke that Celestial Master again.

That's a really harsh thing to say.

The sound was so awful that it felt like a piece of red-hot iron was stuck in Tang San's chest, something he couldn't swallow or spit out.

He is the Sea God, the chosen successor of the Asura God, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, and the one everyone believes should win in the end.

But what about now?

He was slapped away by the Asura God.

They were sent back.

They didn't even say, "I'll think of a way for you."

Tang San sat there, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually becoming vacant.

The waves crashed against the distant rocks, the sound echoing back. He stared at the churning sea, his hand slowly clenching into a fist.

That shouldn't be done.

Things shouldn't have come to this.

How did Hu Liena manage to reach level 99?

Why is it that Shen Yichen, by simply sending a few betrothal gifts, can suppress his luck to the point of being unable to lift his head?

Why would the Asura God be afraid?

"Mortal..."

Tang San chuckled softly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.

The Asura God said he shouldn't have called Shen Yichen a mortal.

But so what?

No matter how strong you are, you're still in the Douluo Continent.

No matter how high you go, there's only one person.

Tang San raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, where the stagnant pain from the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron still lingered.

The Fortune-Swallowing Pendant was still draining his luck, little by little, incredibly slowly, and incredibly painfully.

This feeling is worse than being killed.

He was killed with a single blow.

Being drained of luck means waking up every day to find that you've lost a piece of your luck.

He couldn't just sit and wait to die.

Absolutely not.

"I still have a trump card..."

Tang San suddenly raised his head.

The gloom in his eyes was forcibly torn away, and a new, obsessive light was ignited within him.

right.

He also has the Tang Sect.

How could he forget about the Tang Sect?

The Sea God Godhood was suppressed, the Asura God dared not make a move, Trident repelled him, but the Tang Sect was still there.

Hidden Weapon, poisons, and mechanical devices.

These things are not divine power, do not rely on luck, and do not require the approval of a deity.

As long as it's fired, it can kill.

"The Tang Sect's Hidden Weapon, poisons, and mechanical techniques are all unparalleled in the world."

Tang San stood up, leaning against the rocks. His body was still swaying, but his voice had become a bit more steady.

"No matter how strong that Celestial Master is, he's still just a human being. I refuse to believe he can block the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapon!"

As soon as he said those words, he felt like he had found a way out.

That's right.

Shen Yichen's strength lies in his Daoist Arts, Divine Thunder, and those inexplicable betrothal gifts.

But the key to using Hidden Weapon is to catch people off guard.

When the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus bursts open, even the gods must flee.

Once the Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm are unleashed, no one can withstand them at close range.

The Peacock Plume is a top-tier weapon of the Tang Sect. If combined with poison and traps, once they break into the core of the Spirit Hall, even if Hu Liena has the Tribulation-Avoiding Garment, she may not be able to protect everyone.

The more Tang San thought about it, the more rapid his breathing became.

It's not that there's no chance.

This is his last chance.

As long as the Spirit Hall is in chaos, as long as Hu Liena dies, and as long as the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron loses its owner, the stolen fortune will return.

At that time, the Sea God Trident will recognize him again.

Even the Asura God will look at him with new respect.

Those who were laughing at him should all shut up.

Tang San turned around, his voice filled with ruthlessness.

"Someone come here!"

The guardian Soul Master of Sea God Island arrived quickly and their expressions changed when they saw him covered in blood.

"Lord Sea God, you..."

"Shut up."

Tang San looked over coldly.

The Soul Master immediately lowered his head, not daring to ask any more questions.

Tang San hates being looked at like that. Is it worry? Pity? Or the thought that he's already finished?

They all deserve to die.

When he turns the tables, he will never forget a single one of those looks.

"Pass on the order."

Tang San raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Summon all core members of the Tang Sect to Sea God Island immediately for a meeting."

The Soul Master was taken aback.

"All core members?"

"Don't you understand?"

Tang San's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Tai Tan, Niu Gao, Yang Wudi, all the hall masters of the Tang Sect, and everyone who can access the Hidden Weapon depot—not a single one is missing."

The guardian Soul Master turned pale and immediately knelt down.

"Yes!"

Tang San watched him retreat, his fingers tightening little by little.

That's not enough.

Even if the Tang Sect acts on its own, its strength is still insufficient.

The Spirit Hall is no ordinary sect; Hu Liena also has Shen Yichen behind her.

He wanted more than just assassination; he wanted more than just revenge.

He wants a final offensive.

A final assault that dragged the Spirit Hall into flames.

"Heaven Dou, Star Luo Empire..."

The light in Tang San's eyes grew colder and colder.

It's time for them to make a move.

With the Spirit Hall Empire pressing down on the continent, Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire Ruo couldn't just sit back and watch if they wanted to live.

They placed their hopes on him, the Sea God, before, and they still do now.

They had no other choice.

Even if he's in a sorry state, even if his reputation is ruined by the Void-Illuminating Mirror, as long as the Spirit Hall still exists, they will have to rely on the Tang Sect.

This is the situation.

Tang San held onto this idea very tightly.

He had to convince himself that he hadn't lost yet.

Half a day later.

Sea God Hall, core members of the Tang Sect arrived one after another.

As soon as Tai Tan entered, he saw that Tang San's face was pale, his Sea God Divine Armor was dim, and he was sitting in the main seat without the Sea God Trident by his side.

The old craftsman's face froze.

Something's not right.

Something is very wrong.

But he didn't dare ask.

Niu Gao frowned, Yang Wudi gripped the Soul Breaking Spear, and the group exchanged glances, but no one spoke first.

Tang San scanned their faces.

These people noticed it too.

They could all see that he was unstable.

This reignited the anger in Tang San's heart.

What are you looking at?

He's not dead yet.

As long as he's still sitting here, the Tang Sect will remain his Tang Sect.

"Sect Master."

Tai Tan cupped his hands in greeting, his voice low.

"Why did you summon us so urgently? What happened?"

Tang San stared at him for two breaths.

"Adjust the Hidden Weapon."

Tai Tan froze.

"What?"

"I said, adjust the Hidden Weapon."

Tang San stood up, placed his palm on the table, and his knuckles turned white.

"All of the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapon inventory has been transferred to the front lines."

The hall fell silent.

Niu Gao's face twitched.

"All?"

"All."

Tang San uttered each word carefully.

"Send over everything that can kill me: Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm, Peacock Plume, Godly Zhuge Crossbow, Sand-Blasting Shadow-Shooting, Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Orb."

Tai Tan's expression finally changed.

"Sect Master, the number of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus is limited, and the Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm are extremely difficult to forge. If they are all transferred away, the Tang Sect headquarters will be left defenseless."

"I want everything."

Tang San suddenly looked up.

"What's the point of keeping them? Are we keeping them to wait for the Spirit Hall to come knocking on our door? Are we keeping them to watch Hu Liena become a god? Are we keeping them to watch Shen Yichen continue to trample us underfoot?"

After those words, Tai Tan fell silent.

Yang Wudi's brows were furrowed low.

"Is the sect leader planning to attack the Spirit Hall?"

"Not the dominant one."

Tang San smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile.

"It's destruction."

He braced himself against the table, leaning forward half an inch.

"I will use the Tang Sect's most powerful weapon to completely destroy the Spirit Hall!"

Niu Gao opened his mouth.

"But Shen Yichen..."

Don't mention him in front of me!

Tang San slammed his hand on the table.

Click.

A crack appeared in the heavy wooden table.

The expressions of the people inside the hall all changed.

Tang San's chest heaved violently, and the bloodshot in his eyes deepened. He knew he had lost his composure, but he didn't want to hold back.

The name Shen Yichen is now a thorn in our side.

Whoever brings it up, they'll shove the thorn into his flesh.

"No matter how strong he is, he can't protect the entire Spirit Hall."

Tang San gritted his teeth.

"Hidden Weapon aren't for direct combat. Poisons aren't for clashes of Soul Skill. Mechanisms aren't for a contest of divine power. What I want is chaos, destructive power, to turn every street in Spirit City into the Tang Sect trap array."

At this point, his gaze regained some composure.

Yes, that's it.

If you can't beat Shen Yichen, then don't fight him head-on.

Kill Hu Liena first.

Destroy the Spirit Hall first.

As long as the situation becomes chaotic, and as long as fortune returns, he will have a chance.

Tang San knew very well that this method was ruthless and risky.

But he was no longer in a position to choose.

If Yu Xiaogang were here, he would probably advise him to be patient and calm down. But what's the use of patience in the end?

Should we endure until the Sea God position is completely abandoned?

Will we wait until Hu Liena wears the Heavenly Marriage Crown?

We might as well take a gamble.

Tai Tan remained silent for a long time before finally bowing his head.

"Understood, sir."

Niu Gao also cupped his hands in greeting.

"I will arrange the transportation route."

Yang Wudi said coldly:

"I will prepare all the usable poisons for the Poison Hall."

Upon hearing this, Tang San finally felt a little relieved.

look.

The Tang Sect still listens to him.

He is not alone yet.

The Tang Sect dares to do things that even the gods dare not do.

Those so-called rules can't suppress Hidden Weapon.

"Besides."

Tang San raised his hand and pointed to the two secret letters that had already been written beside him.

"Send messengers to contact the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire. Tell them that the Tang Sect is about to launch a general offensive and request their military assistance."

Tai Tan hesitated for a moment.

Will they agree?

Tang San sneered.

"They have to agree."

He picked up one of the letters, his fingertips crumpling the corners of it.

"If the Spirit Hall Empire wins, both the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire will die. If they don't send troops now, once the Spirit Hall is free to act, no one will escape."

This is not just empty talk.

Tang San spoke to them, and also to himself.

He needs reinforcements.

He needs Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire to share the burden of the Spirit Hall's firepower.

Everyone needs to get on his chariot.

No one can escape.

"Tell them."

Tang San lowered his voice.

"This is the last chance. If they still want the continent to return to the way it was before the Spirit Hall dominated, then bring your troops."

The core members of the Tang Sect exchanged glances and finally lowered their heads in unison.

"Yes, Sect Master."

After the order was given, Sea God Island sprang into action.

Boxes of Hidden Weapon were moved out of the warehouse, sealed poison bottles were reopened, disciples of the Mechanical Department worked through the night to disassemble the blueprints, and the blacksmith's forge burned red-hot.

Tang San stood outside the hall, watching the black iron boxes being loaded onto the ship, his weariness gradually replaced by murderous intent.

Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.

Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm.

Peacock Plume.

These are the things he is truly familiar with.

It wasn't the high and mighty gods of the Divine Realm, nor the unpredictable face of the Asura God, nor the cold, hard rejection of the Sea God Trident.

Tang Sect Hidden Weapons will not betray him.

If the mechanism is tightened, it will kill people.

That's enough.

As night fell, Tang San walked alone to the cliff of Sea God Island.

He held the Sea God Trident in his hand, its tip scraping against the stone surface with a piercing screeching sound.

It is still heavy.

It still doesn't feel right.

Tang San glanced down, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Even you want to leave me?

impossible.

Once I reclaim my destiny, you'll still be mine.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Spirit City.

It's too far away, separated by the sea, the continent, and the layers of betrothal gifts sent by Shen Yichen.

But Tang San no longer wanted to back down.

"Hu Liena."

He gripped the Sea God Trident tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Shen Yichen."

A murderous aura emanated from him, so chilling that even the patrolling Soul Master nearby stopped in their tracks, not daring to approach.

Tang San grinned, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"This time, I will not fail again."