But then he realized that he could not move his body at all. Only his eyes and mouth could move.
That feeling of having no control over himself sent a chill down the Divine Sense Tang San's back.
"Ungrateful disciple! You actually dared to murder your teacher? It seems I'll have to teach you a proper lesson today!"
As he spoke, a golden whip formed from spiritual power appeared in "Yu Xiaogang's" hand.
Then, with a crack, it lashed across Tang San's body!
"Ah! Bastard! Who the hell are you, to dare humiliate me like this?! You've already signed your death warrant!"
The Divine Sense Tang San roared, wanting to use every ounce of his strength to tear the Impostor before him into ten thousand pieces.
But to his horror, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not move his body an inch.
Instead, all sorts of bizarre things were being stuffed into his mind, making him deeply uncomfortable.
"Hmph! You won't even acknowledge your own teacher! You deserve a beating!"
"Yu Xiaogang" lashed Tang San with the whip again.
"Ah! Just you wait! I am a God King!"
Crack!
"Will you talk or not?!"
"You've already..."
Crack!
"Still talking tough? Will you talk or not?!"
"You..."
Crack!
"What exactly are you trying to ask?!"
Tang San's Divine Sense roared! The whip struck his Divine Sense directly, and every lash hurt beyond measure.
After those three or four lashes, the Divine Sense Tang San felt utterly wrecked.
Yang Lin scratched his head. Had he not asked yet?
Then, still wearing his Yu Xiaogang disguise, he questioned Tang San:
"Tang San! You ungrateful disciple! I've treated you so well, so why didn't you take me to the Divine Realm?! Why?!"
As he spoke, he also began recording the scene with spiritual power.
Hearing those words, the Divine Sense Tang San's face twitched. That useless Yu Xiaogang thinks he's worthy of entering the Divine Realm?!
Then he looked at the fake again and said coldly:
"I don't know who you really are! But if you put down your weapon now, I, a God King, can let bygones be bygones."
Crack!
"Answer your Grandmaster's question. Why didn't you take me to the Divine Realm?"
"Ah!"
The Divine Sense Tang San cried out in pain, glaring fixedly at the fake before him. If looks could kill, Yang Lin would probably have died countless times already.
But when the fake raised his whip again,
the Divine Sense Tang San hurriedly said, "The Divine Realm has its rules. A First-Level God can only bring two people. I brought my father and mother, so there were no places left."
"Yu Xiaogang" roared, "Liar!"
Then he lashed the Divine Sense Tang San again.
"Ah! Everything I, a God King, have said is true!"
"Yu Xiaogang" sneered, moved closer to the Divine Sense Tang San, and said coldly:
"Since you say the Divine Realm has its rules, why do you keep interfering with the lower realm when the Divine Realm forbids deities from doing so? Why don't its rules matter then?"
The Divine Sense Tang San's pupils contracted. "You're Destruction! You must be the God of Destruction! You bastard! Once my main body gets out of prison, I'll make sure he never lets you hear the end of this!"
Yang Lin raised an eyebrow. Well, now-how had the God of Destruction gotten dragged into this?
Was he truly worthy of being called the greatest scapegoat in all of Douluo?
He ignored the Divine Sense Tang San's noisy ranting.
"Yu Xiaogang" walked up to Tang San and conjured a small knife from spiritual power.
He whispered sinisterly into his ear, "That's right... I am the God of Destruction... heh heh heh! I'll give you one last chance. If you still refuse to tell the truth..."
As he spoke, he gestured with the knife around the Divine Sense Tang San's crotch.
That instantly made the Divine Sense Tang San's hair stand on end. This man was nothing short of a devil.
Although he was a Divine Sense clone of Tang San and had no physical body, so being cut would not really matter,
watching himself get...
For any normal man, that was no less than the most extreme torture!
The pain struck the soul. After experiencing it once, he would probably be left with a lasting shadow over his mind.
At the same time, the Divine Sense Tang San became certain that this man was not that bastard Destruction. Destruction would not use such despicable methods against him.
Left with no choice, the Divine Sense Tang San could only swallow the humiliation and reveal a mixture of truth and lies.
His statements included things like, "Yu Xiaogang nearly got me killed when I was little," and, "Yu Xiaogang wasn't fit to be a teacher..."
In short, he washed his own hands of everything. It was entirely Yu Xiaogang's fault that he had not brought him to the Divine Realm.
Yang Lin recorded every word of it faithfully.
Although Tang San's Divine Sense had cleared himself of all blame, Yang Lin could still pin the charge of disrespecting his teacher on him.
Surely, releasing this for the world to see later would deal a heavy blow to the pure-as-ice, spotless-as-jade image he had always maintained.
Once he had recorded enough, Yang Lin walked behind Tang San's Divine Sense.
He placed his large hand against the back of his head, gathered the spiritual power of his clones across the entire continent again, and erased this stretch of memory.
Then he transformed into someone else.
This time, he became a girl with a Scorpion Braid-the young Xiao Wu.
Immediately, a new cycle began.
"Who's there?! Come out! Otherwise, don't blame this God King for showing no mercy!"
And so the cycle repeated. That night, Yang Lin transformed into many different people.
Tang Wutong, Ma Hongjun, Ning Fengzhi-by the end, he had not even spared Old Jack.
Under his threats, the Divine Sense Tang San spilled plenty of juicy secrets, all of which he recorded one by one.
After collecting these spiritual recordings and erasing this stretch of Tang San's memory once more,
Yang Lin dismissed the Unlimited Void domain, and his spiritual clone left Wang Dong'er's Sea of Consciousness.
Tang San lay in the Sea of Consciousness, his gaze unfocused, looking thoroughly broken.
Yet his lips kept repeating, "Destruction... Destruction..."
Clearly, that name had left a very deep impression on him.
After an unknown length of time, the Divine Sense Tang San regained consciousness and looked around in bewilderment.
"What happened to me... Why have I become so weak?"
The Divine Sense Tang San stood up, gripping the Sea God Trident as he frowned in thought.
"Destruction... The God of Destruction did this! He must have ambushed me. Only he could knock me unconscious without my noticing. You bastard! I never expected you to have a hidden card in the Douluo World too! You've already signed your death warrant!"
The Divine Sense Tang San decided to keep a low profile for a while. He could no longer meddle casually in outside affairs, lest he suffer another ambush by the God of Destruction.
"Ahhh! Bastard! Why are you sleeping in my bed?! What exactly did you do last night?"
Wang Dong'er hugged her arms over her chest, her eyes misty as she stared at the white-haired boy rubbing his eyes.
The two of them had actually slept in the same bed all night!
It's over. Don't tell me I've lost my innocence.
Wang Dong'er hurriedly checked her clothes. Only after finding them completely intact did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Still, she stared at the white-haired boy with her cheeks puffed out in anger.
"You're sleeping in my bed! Besides, weren't you the one who asked me to test our Martial Soul Fusion Skill last night? And now you're interrogating me?"
Yang Lin scratched his head, a little speechless.
He could hardly say that, upon logging in last night, he had given her dad a complimentary hundred and eight lashes.
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