Tang San's Fate-Whether He Dies, Becomes a God, or Turns to Ash-Has Nothing to Do with This Old Man

"Heh heh." Qian Sha Yu let out an incomparably arrogant, icy laugh.

His laughter stirred monstrous waves within the blood-red Sea of Consciousness.

"Why are you still so naive, Qian Renxue?"

"Those elders beneath the Papal Hall are all Bibi Dong's dogs."

"The Worship Hall is the legitimate foundation your Qian Clan ancestors left behind."

"A bunch of traitors who won't come when called, can't be driven away, and still dare to come snatch your spoils by force—are you keeping them around to make up a mahjong table for Heaven Dou City's New Year?"

"So what if I kill one?"

"If Bibi Dong isn't convinced, she can get her ass to Heaven Dou City and spar with me herself!"

"If I don't smash her papal scepter into two pieces for you to use as firewood, then my surname isn't Qian!"

His barrage of verbal abuse bombarded her like a machine gun.

Qian Renxue was left speechless by his venomous tongue.

"You..."

She tried to argue.

But after carefully considering Qian Sha Yu's words, she could not find a single flaw in them given the current situation.

She had endured humiliation and infiltrated the enemy for twenty years.

Yet what she received was not praise or concern, but Bibi Dong's high-handed deprivation and trampling.

If Qian Sha Yu had not stepped forward today,

she would not only have become a stray dog stripped of her achievements,

but would also have been driven back to Spirit City by those elders.

The suffocating feeling of being at another's mercy was nauseating just to imagine.

Watching Qian Sha Yu use her face to slaughter all around, beating the once-arrogant Papal Hall elders until they cried for their fathers and mothers,

Qian Renxue felt an unprecedented sense of relief and exhilaration rise within her.

This workplace cleanup had been beautifully done.

When dealing with hypocritical villains, harsher methods really were necessary.

Qian Sha Yu rolled his wrist.

His bones crackled sharply.

He looked down from above at the devastated Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

The Golden Throne Hall had collapsed by more than half.

The white jade plaza was covered in countless cracks.

The Heaven Dou Imperial Guards in the distance had long since scattered in terror.

The scarlet demonic eyes reflected the ruined battlefield, filled with crazed and cruel amusement.

"Young Master, they've fled. What should we do next?"

Snake Lance Douluo asked cautiously.

A crooked, dangerous smile tugged at Qian Sha Yu's lips.

The Slaughter Blood Sword sliced through the air, leaving behind a dazzling streak of blood-red light.

"They can escape the first day, but can they escape the fifteenth?"

This was only the beginning.

Those pieces of trash from the Papal Hall were merely appetizers.

By his calculations, he still had a full seventy hours of control over the body.

Qian Sha Yu stretched his blood-red wings behind him, the killing intent in his eyes only growing stronger.

"That kid Tang San ran faster than a rabbit just now."

"And those two old bastards from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"As well as the leftover rotten fish and shrimp from the Clear Sky Sect."

Qian Sha Yu tilted his head and chuckled softly in Qian Renxue's mind.

"Qian Renxue, who do you think should be the next target of our purge?"

Qian Renxue's heart began to race at those words.

Crazy.

Far too crazy.

Yet that domineering aura of controlling everything, of prosperity for those who obeyed and death for those who defied, made her once-silent heart boil completely.

"I'll... I'll listen to you."

There was no longer any hesitation in Qian Renxue's voice.

"Since there's no turning back, then let's turn this continent upside down!"

"Hahahaha!"

"That's more like it!"

Qian Sha Yu threw back his head and laughed, his arrogant laughter echoing over Heaven Dou City.

"What protagonist's plot armor? Before my absolute power, all of it can kneel!"

Qian Sha Yu swung the blood sword in his hand.

"Next, I'm personally going to play a game of cat and mouse!"

A storm surged.

The entire Heaven Dou City trembled beneath the blood-red shadow of the Slaughter Angel.

Deep within Sunset Forest, at the Icefire Yin-Yang Well.

Around the spring that had once been shrouded in mist and glittered with precious light,

everything now looked as though it had been swept by a violent storm, leaving the ground in utter ruin.

Tang San sat cross-legged in midair, while an ethereal, delicate pink-gold figure rose behind him.

Xiao Wu's half-revived soul had already finished fusing with the hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit left Soul Bone belonging to Xiao Wu within his body.

A cold, calculating light flashed in Tang San's eyes.

In order to restore his father Tang Hao's severed arm and return him completely to the peak of a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, he had carried out a merciless sweep.

Every supreme medicinal herb in the Icefire Yin-Yang Well that could promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, strengthen tendons and bones, or replenish vitality was packed into the Wishful Treasure Pouch.

Even the seedlings that had only recently sprouted were casually uprooted without exception.

"Third Brother, we pulled out all the herbs. What about Senior Dugu...?"

Xiao Wu's weak soul voiced a trace of hesitation.

Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile, as though it were only natural.

"No matter. I discovered this blessed place by relying on my own abilities to break the poison formation."

"I cured the snake venom in his and Dugu Yan's bodies back then. The Icefire Yin-Yang Well can count as his payment."

Taking what belonged to him was only right and proper.

Tang Hao leaned against the rock wall nearby, the empty sleeve at his severed arm fluttering in the wind as his gaze swept over the barren, dried-out valley with complicated emotions.

His eyes stopped on the Blue Silver Emperor beside the spring, which glimmered with specks of golden light.

That was Ah Yin.

"Little San, take Ah Yin with us too."

"I can't rest easy leaving her here alone."

Tang Hao spoke in a hoarse voice.

Tang San immediately activated the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone.

Golden vines turned into sharp claw-hooks and plunged deep into the damp earth.

With a sharp crack, the clump of soil containing Ah Yin's true body was forcibly torn from the ground.

The entire Blue Silver Emperor was uprooted and stuffed into a specially made dark iron container.

Beside the spring that had once possessed the richest spiritual energy, only a huge pit emitting the stench of mud remained.

"Father, everything is ready."

"To fully restore your right arm and left leg, we only lack the two most crucial Soul Bones you originally possessed."

Tang San wiped the dirt from his hands, his expression cold.

"Those two Soul Bones are still within the Clear Sky Sect."

"We must return to the Clear Sky Sect once more."

A deep pain flashed through Tang Hao's eyes, but in the end, he merely lowered his head heavily.

The father and son, along with Ah Yin and Xiao Wu, left not a trace of life behind in the herb garden. They turned into several streaks of light and silently sped toward the Clear Sky Sect.

Not long after Tang San's group departed,

a streak of green poisonous light cut across the sky above the valley.

Dugu Bo descended hurriedly at the edge of the Icefire Yin-Yang Well with his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.

The old poison freak had intended to bring his granddaughter here to take refuge.

But the instant he saw the miserable sight before him, his entire body froze.

Deep pits covered the mountains and fields.

The ground had been shaved away by half a foot.

The herb garden that had once contained endless essence of heaven and earth had now become dozens of bare muddy ponds.

Even the thriving Blue Silver Grass beside the pool had not been left with so much as half a root.

Dugu Bo took a deep breath. Tang San's distinctive Soul Power fluctuations still lingered in the air.

"Grandfather, how... how did this place become like this?"

"Who looted your herb garden?"

Dugu Yan screamed at the sight of the ravaged valley.

Dugu Bo's face shifted between green and white, while the hands hidden in his sleeves trembled faintly.

He closed his eyes and let out an extremely self-mocking laugh.

What a Tang San!

What a loyal and righteous Tang Sect master!

In order to help him,

he had not hesitated to offend the entire Spirit Hall, fighting Titled Douluo to the death in Heaven Dou City.

Yet that brat had run straight to his lair.

Not only had he failed to leave even a note of warning,

he had turned around and emptied out the family fortune Dugu Bo had accumulated over most of his life!

He had not even considered leaving behind a single medicinal herb!

This behavior of taking everything while squeezing him dry,

was practically treating the old poison freak as a free tool to be discarded after use!

"Forget it. I'll just consider myself blind for mistaking him for a decent man!"

Dugu Bo opened his eyes, his tone frighteningly calm.

"This old man has already helped him enough. The debt of saving two lives has long been repaid in full."

"From now on, whether Tang San lives or dies, becomes a god or turns to ash, he has nothing to do with this old man!"