Tang San's Inner Demons Grow

Shrek Academy was deathly silent; the atmosphere in the dilapidated dormitory was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Qin Ming, Yu Tianheng, and the remaining four of the Shrek Seven Devils—Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu—were all present.

With the addition of Ye Lingling, who had been invited to treat Tang San, a crowd gathered around the bed.

As for why only four of the Shrek Seven Devils remained?

Zhu Zhuqing had long since found an opportunity to slip away, though she had been caught by Flender at the time.

But with a single sentence—"Today's soul fighting hasn't been completed yet"—she had silenced him.

Flender had no temper left, nor did he have any reason to be suspicious.

The direction Zhu Zhuqing headed was toward Suotuo City, and since they were all going to soul fight that night, what was there to doubt?

At this moment, Tang San was lying on the bed, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, with only his eyes and nose exposed.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose was flattened, several teeth were missing, and his right cheek was a bloody mess.

Although Ye Lingling had used Nine Heart Begonia to heal the flesh, it had left behind terrifying, hideous scars.

Yu Tianheng's face was ashen.

He already knew that Tang San was his uncle's disciple, making him his junior brother. Seeing his junior brother beaten to such a state, how could he possibly remain calm?

"Lingling, can Tang San's injuries be recovered?"

Ye Lingling shook her head.

"My Nine Heart Begonia can only heal injuries and mend flesh; it cannot turn back time."

"To restore his disfigured face to its original state, at least a Title Douluo-level healing soul master would be required."

Truth be told, even she didn't believe her own words; there wasn't a single healing-type Title Douluo in the entire Douluo Continent.

Ye Lingling looked toward Qin Ming.

"Teacher Qin Ming, my task is complete. I am returning to the hotel in Suotuo City."

She truly did not wish to stay here any longer.

This dump of a place, this pathetic academy—it was uncomfortable to look at, especially the way that fatty and that blond-haired guy were looking at her.

After speaking, Ye Lingling turned and left without a hint of hesitation.

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"Uncle, come home with me. Let's go find Grandfather and have him seek justice for us."

Yu Xiaogang sat in a chair, smiling bitterly as he extended his right hand.

That hand was wrapped in thick bandages, and the position of the index finger was empty.

"Seek justice? With what? That Xuan Qing has two Title Douluo by his side! Dugu Bo is already difficult enough to deal with, and the other one is even stronger than him."

"My father is only one Title Douluo; how can he seek justice? Given Dugu Bo's temper, if my father dares to make a move, Dugu Bo would dare to leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with nothing but Title Douluo left."

Yu Tianheng fell silent.

He knew his uncle was right; his grandfather would not gamble the entire clan for the sake of a useless son.

Xiao Wu stood by the bed, her expression complex. She looked at Tang San, her heart in turmoil.

Logically speaking, she should be furious, wishing she could kill Xuan Qing.

But she didn't dare to be angry.

No, it wasn't that she didn't dare; it was that she couldn't summon the anger.

The feeling Xuan Qing gave her was too strange, striking fear into the very depths of her soul.

That feeling was like a rabbit encountering a true dragon.

No, it was even more terrifying than that. Even if it were a true dragon, it should only have suppressed her and made her feel afraid.

But the feeling Xuan Qing gave her was clearly that of meeting her ancestor! It was a reverence from the deepest part of her bloodline, a submission branded into her soul.

How could this be? She was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had transformed into a human! Furthermore, she wasn't of the dragon race; what could a Soft Bone Rabbit possibly have to do with a dragon? They were completely unrelated.

Moreover, today, aside from that Title Douluo with the Hell Demon Dragon martial soul who had glanced at her, why hadn't the other two Title Douluo discovered her? She was a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Something like a Hell Demon Dragon was nearly a legend even within the Star Dou Forest; how could a human possess such a martial soul?

Could it be... that Title Douluo was also a soul beast?

But where could such a powerful soul beast as a Hell Demon Dragon have come from? Weren't Daming and Erming the most powerful soul beasts in the Star Dou Forest?

She couldn't figure it out; she truly couldn't make sense of it.

Flender sighed, breaking the silence.

"Everyone disperse. Let the master and disciple rest properly. Don't crowd in here; it's useless."

Yu Tianheng nodded and helped Yu Xiaogang up: "Uncle, let me help you back to your room."

The group left one after another, leaving only Tang San in the room. He had actually woken up long ago, but he kept his eyes closed.

Ye Lingling's healing stabilized his injuries, but the scar on his face was permanent.

Once everyone had left, Tang San finally opened his eyes, staring at the dilapidated ceiling with a venomous gaze.

"Xuan Qing... just you wait."

"I will definitely return the humiliation of today!"

"One day, I will trample you under my feet and make you kneel and beg for mercy."

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

Blood seeped out, staining the bandages red, but this pain was nothing compared to the hatred in his heart.

Unknowingly, Tang San drifted off to sleep, and he had a dream—a beautiful, beautiful dream.

In the dream, his Clear Sky Hammer was adorned with nothing but hundred-thousand-year soul rings, radiating a terrifying aura. With a single swing of his hammer, the heavens collapsed and the earth split, smashing Xuan Qing directly into a pulp of flesh.

Then, standing atop the ruins, he looked down at Xuan Qing's corpse and let out a wild, maniacal laugh.

"Xuan Qing, weren't you arrogant? Weren't you a great fighter? What about now? Aren't you still being trampled under my feet!"

"What Azure Dragon Martial Soul, what ten-thousand-year third ring—in the face of absolute power, it's all trash."

"I, Tang San, am the true Child of Destiny! I am the protagonist of this world! You are nothing but a stepping stone!"

"Just wait! I will slaughter everyone connected to you. You can watch from below as your family and friends die one by one before your eyes."

"This is the price for offending me! Hahahaha!"

He laughed recklessly, hysterically, as if he were venting every ounce of humiliation he had suffered.

But just then, the heavens changed color; dark clouds churned, and thunder roared.

A massive Azure Dragon churned through the clouds in the sky, its body stretching for thousands of miles, its dragon might unparalleled.

The ground shook, and hoofbeats thundered like lightning. A thousand-meter-tall giant beast, grey-white and radiating a nine-colored halo, slowly approached from the distance.

The beast was like a deer yet not a deer, like a horse yet not a horse; it had horns on its head and scales on its body. With every step it took, the earth trembled and the mountains and rivers shook.

And Xuan Qing sat atop the giant beast's head, watching him with composure, his eyes filled with disdain and pity.

"Tang San, what do you intend to use to compensate for my avatar?"

Avatar!

Tang San's face turned deathly pale. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move; he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the Azure Dragon in the sky opened its mouth and spat out a bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat.

"No--!"

The lightning descended, swallowing him instantly. Agonizing pain spread through his entire body; every inch of his skin was burning.

And then! He knew nothing more.

"Ah!"

Tang San jolted awake, sitting up abruptly, cold sweat soaking his entire body.

He instinctively touched his face; although the flesh had healed, a hideous and terrifying scar remained.

Disfigured... he was truly disfigured.

Tang San's fury burned, and he gritted his teeth.

He had lived two lifetimes; when had he ever been this pathetic, and when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In his past life in the Tang Sect, even as an outer disciple, he had never been defeated so miserably.

After transmigrating here, he possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, hailed as a genius by Yu Xiaogang.

But what about now?

Not only was he beaten down in under two minutes by a child not yet ten years old, but his face had been smashed, his teeth knocked out, and his face rubbed repeatedly against the ground.

Humiliation!

Naked, utter humiliation!

A monstrous disgrace!

Tang San's fists were tightly clenched, his nails sinking into his palms, but he felt no pain—only hatred.

"Xuan Qing... just you wait. I will definitely avenge today's grudge. No matter the cost, I will make you wish you were dead."

A venomous light flashed in his eyes, like a viper lurking in the shadows.