Chapter 522 It's been years, how come your cultivation has shrunk?
Yan was clearly taken aback, not understanding Tang San's meaning, and frowned, saying, "I was just passing by, why are you so nervous?"
"Ha. You people from the Spirit Hall..."
"Aren't they all the same? They say they're just passing by, but they're actually up to no good." Although Tang San had lost all his power, he was still shrewd. He was extremely wary of the people from the Spirit Hall.
Yan's gaze towards Tang San turned somewhat cold, but he didn't attack immediately. Instead, he tried to reason with Tang San: " Tang San, I know you have a prejudice against our Spirit Hall, but our Spirit Hall..."
"We have indeed done a lot of good. We hunt down Evil Soul Master and protect ordinary people from harm. In the end, we are just on different sides." Tang San smiled coldly, "Your so-called sides are nothing but excuses to satisfy your ambitions. I, Tang San, have fallen today. Kill me or do whatever you want!"
Hearing Tang San's radical words, Yan became curious. He felt that Tang San seemed like a different person now; his previous composure and calmness had disappeared, and the current Tang San was like a madman biting indiscriminately.
Yan couldn't help but ask, " Tang San, is something wrong with you? Why are you like this...?" "No, I'm perfectly fine. Kill me or do whatever you want!" Tang San interrupted Yan directly. His current state was definitely not suitable for fighting.
Yan looked at Tang San, his eyes gleaming, and thought to himself, " Tang San's aura seems to have changed, and why is his Soul Power fluctuation only at the Soul King level?"
" Tang San, it's been years, how come your cultivation has shrunk?" Yan couldn't help but ask.
"You're the one who's shrunken! If you want to kill me, kill me now! Do Soul Master in your Spirit Hall like to talk nonsense? Or is your Spirit Hall a joke in itself?" Tang San mocked. " Tang San, you!" Yan was completely enraged by Tang San. He immediately summoned his Martial Soul, and nine Soul Ring appeared around him: purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red. The aura of a level 95 Titled Douluo was released.
Then, what came into Tang San's view was a pair of crimson fiery wings. A phantom exuding a divine aura appeared behind Yan, with seven divine God Ring of flames swirling around it. Tang San frowned upon seeing this. How had Yan's martial Martial Soul changed? Wasn't it a demon before? How come it now looked like a deity from the Divine Realm?
Before Tang San could figure it out, the sacred phantom merged with Yan, who, with fiery wings, rushed towards Tang San like a shooting star. At the same time as he punched Tang San, flames shot out from his palm, and the blazing flames transformed into a fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on Tang San.
Tang San was now completely unable to dodge; he could even feel his body being scorched by Yan's flames. His hands and feet were already charred black, and he collapsed to the ground, only able to withstand the full power of Yan's Huo Wu Soaring.
When the flames subsided, Tang San's body was burned beyond recognition, his skin completely charred. He convulsed, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. His body was no longer his own; he had no strength left to fight against the scorching flames.
Yan walked up to Tang San, looking down at him condescendingly. "There is a difference between gods and mortals. You are not qualified to fight me right now, especially since you are just a Soul King."
Yan slowly waved his hand, and red light swirled around Tang San Tang San, restoring his charred body to its original state. " Tang San, consider today's events a lesson to you. If I ever see you slander the Spirit Hall like this again, the day I become a god will be the day I slay you."
Yan snorted coldly and flew away from the place.
All that remained was a scene of devastation and Tang San's resentful gaze. Tang San felt his hands and feet being scorched by flames, and his body was convulsing uncontrollably.
He finally understood. Yan had also received the inheritance of a god, and it seemed that his God Trial level had reached at least the sixth level, and his Soul Power had reached level ninety-five. Before his own strength was stripped away, Yan wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single move from him.
But at this moment, he was like a stray dog, being tortured.
He hated these so-called gods for letting Jun Yi go and kill him, instead torturing him here. He hated that the so-called Destruction God King had no vision whatsoever. He was unwilling, truly unwilling. He was unwilling to let his life end like this, unwilling to let his rightful Godhood be taken away by others.
His heart was filled with resentment and bitterness. He hated this world, hated this so-called Divine Realm, and hated the Destruction God King even more. Why was he targeting him like this? What grudge did he hold against him? He didn't understand, he really didn't understand.
Tang San's eyes gradually became empty, and his heart turned completely cold. He felt like a joke, being manipulated by this Divine Realm. In his entire life, Tang San had never done anything wrong, never wronged anyone, so why was this Divine Realm treating him like this? He couldn't accept this reality; he truly couldn't accept it. His heart was completely dead, and his body was completely numb.
Meanwhile, Yan had returned to Spirit City Spirit City, but upon entering, he suddenly felt his divine Divine Power had been significantly weakened, even...
It made him feel powerless. Yan frowned slightly, a sense of astonishment creeping into his heart. What on earth was going on?
Just as he was wondering, a figure appeared before him. The person was a stunningly beautiful woman with long golden hair.
Her skin was as white as jade, and she wore a light gold long dress with silver Angel feathers embroidered on the hem, which made her look even more noble and elegant.
"So it's Yan. I didn't expect you to be back. Nana has missed you terribly." The speaker was Qian Renxue. After sensing an unfamiliar Divine Power appearing in Spirit City, she rushed here immediately, but she didn't expect the person who came to be Yan.
Upon seeing the stunningly beautiful woman, Yan frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
Qian Renxue smiled calmly and said, "Oh, I forgot, this is the first time I've met you in this form. Let me introduce myself, Qian Renxue, the second emperor of the Spirit Hall Empire."
"The second emperor? What about His Holiness the Pope?" Yan looked at the woman in front of him in confusion. He had never seen Qian Renxue Qian Renxue, but he could feel a familiar aura from her. Moreover, Qian Renxue's appearance was somewhat similar to His Holiness the Pope, but their temperaments were completely different.
"My mother has gone traveling across the continent and is not in Spirit City. I am now in charge of the affairs of the Spirit Hall Empire," Qian Renxue said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)