" Sloth, withdraw the Divine Power of the Asura God. Let this arrogant brat see reality and his place." As soon God of Pride finished speaking, the God of Sloth clasped his hands together, and a black hole appeared between his eyebrows. Then, a palm-sized Asura Demonic Sword flew out of the black hole and floated in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, Tang San felt a powerful suction force surge in from all directions, tearing at his body as if it were about to shatter him completely.
"Not good! My Divine Power and Soul Power are disappearing!" Tang San was shocked. He could clearly sense his power dissipating and his Soul Power plummeting. No, he still had so many things to do. If his Soul Power really disappeared, wouldn't all his efforts over the years have been in vain?
No, we absolutely cannot let him succeed! With this thought in mind, Tang San no longer held back, mobilizing all his Divine Power in an attempt to resist the powerful suction force.
At the same time, a resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He raised his hands, pointed in the direction of the God of Pride, and summoned his nine Soul Ring. His Ninth Soul Ring suddenly lit up. " Ninth Soul Skill, Blood..."
Before Tang San could finish speaking, his Ninth Soul Ring melted away, and his Soul Power dropped to the level of Soul Douluo, and it continued to decline.
Tang San felt as if his body had been completely drained, all his strength vanished, and he could even clearly feel his nine Soul Ring being stripped away from him—a very peculiar sensation. The God of Pride looked at Tang San and sneered, "Boy, do you think you can resist? The Asura God's Divine Power is indeed strong, but unfortunately, you are not qualified to control it."
Tang San's face turned deathly pale. He felt as if his Life had been drained from his body, and a strong sense of weakness washed over him, leaving him without even the strength to speak.
When Tang San had only three black and two red Soul Ring Soul Ring left, his aura had completely stabilized at the Soul King. Seeing that Tang San had weakened to a certain extent, the God of Sloth waved his hand, and five blood-red rays of light flew out directly from Tang San's remaining Soul Ring.
The next second, the Soul Ring completely reverted to their original form, becoming five of the most ordinary Soul Ring: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black.
The God of Pride said calmly, "If we don't teach him a lesson, he seems to have forgotten his place." "Heh heh, this kid really doesn't know what's good for him. His talent is not even half as good as ours back then. How can such a piece of trash become God King and step on our heads?" The God of Envy mocked.
Tang San collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. He felt his body was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, utterly frail.
"No, my Soul Power, my divine artifacts, all of these were obtained through my own efforts!" Tang San roared.
"Boy, what nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight? The Asura God Position will only reclaim the power that originally belonged to it. The current you is the real you," the God of Pride sneered.
"No, no, you're lying to me, you're lying to me!"
One after another, they were drawn from his body, taking away most of his Divine Power and Soul Power, leaving his Soul Power completely stuck at level fifty-two.
The God of Sloth, holding the Asura God Position, coldly looked at Tang San, "I'll give you a chance. If you're willing to submit to Lord Destruction, you can regain your power and take another step forward, perhaps even becoming God King in the future."
Tang San forced himself to raise his head, looking at the God of Sloth. "I'll say it again, I am Tang San, not anyone's puppet. My life and death are not for you to decide." The God of Sloth calmly replied, "In that case, then enjoy the life that was originally yours."
"Let's go." The God of Sloth turned around, his back to Tang San, and said, "The seven of us will not return to the Divine Realm for the time being. When you change your mind, kowtow nine times to the heavens and shout, 'I am willing to offer myself to Lord Destruction,' and the seven of us will reappear."
"That day will never come!" Tang San
He roared, but the God of Sloth ignored him and disappeared from Tang San's sight in the blink of an eye. Tang San barely raised his head, feeling as if his body no longer belonged to him. An unprecedented sense of weakness washed over him, and he clearly felt his power being stripped away. His original First Martial Soul Ring of three black and six red had been reduced to five ordinary Soul Ring: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black. What a blow this was!
After losing the Asura Divine Power, his First Martial Soul reverted to its original form, Blue Silver Grass, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Then, clinging to a sliver of hope, he summoned his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul and attempted to summon its Soul Ring, but there was no response. As expected, all nine God-Given Soul Ring rings of his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer Soul Ring, disappeared.
Tang San slumped to the ground, his heart filled with helplessness and anger. Had all his efforts over the years truly been in vain? Was his power truly a gift from the Asura God?
Now, he has lost all his power, his Soul Power is stuck at level fifty-two, and even his Martial Soul has changed. How can he possibly fight against Jun Yi in this state? If he were to return to the Heaven Dou Empire now, how would the people in the court view him?
Tang San understood that those people feared him because of his strength Limit Douluo, while he was currently only a Soul King.
If anything were to happen to the Heaven Dou Empire now, he wouldn't even have the ability to deal with it. Tang San's eyes were filled with resentment and anger. He really wanted to roar and vent his inner resentment, but he could do nothing and could only watch helplessly as he grew weaker and weaker. He wanted to rebel, he wanted to break free from the shackles of fate, he wanted to reclaim his power!
Just then, a figure appeared before Tang San. He had long, crimson hair and wore a crimson robe, radiating a fiery aura. That person was Yan Spirit Hall Golden Generation.
When Yan saw Tang San, a look of surprise appeared on his face. " Tang San, what are you doing here?"
The moment Tang San saw Yan, he was on high alert, his nerves instantly tensing. Although he was extremely weak, his vigilance remained unwavering. Tang San struggled to his feet, looking at Yan warily, and said, "What are you doing here? If you're here to kill me, then do it now."
Yan was clearly taken aback, not understanding Tang San's meaning, and frowned, saying, "I was just passing by, why are you so nervous?"
(End of this chapter)