Chapter 130: Tang San is pissed to death!
Tang San's pupils suddenly constricted, his breathing rapid and erratic, as if an invisible hand had grasped his throat, choking him.
His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles pale from the strain, and veins throbbing beneath his skin, threatening to burst the thin layer.
His body trembled violently, every muscle tense like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. His
mind was a turmoil, countless images and thoughts clashing and intertwining frantically, to the point where... he could barely distinguish reality from fantasy.
"No! This is impossible!!!!"
Tang San's cry was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the entire space. His voice was filled with despair and grief, a fierce resistance to reality, as if he was trying with all his strength to push open the door to the cruel truth.
His eyes flickered with complex emotions: anger and bewilderment towards his father, Tang Hao; deep longing for his mother, Ah Yin; and even more shock and confusion over his own life.
His body began to sway uncontrollably, each step feeling as if he were treading on empty space, precarious, as if he would plummet into an endless abyss at any moment.
At this moment, a powerful force suddenly surged into Tang San's body: the power of the Asura God.
The Asura God sensed Tang San's despair. He could not stand by and watch his followers crumble.
He wanted to help Tang San, to help him rise again and face this.
The Asura God's power surged like a surging tide, surging and surging through Tang San's body, attempting to wash away the despair.
However, Wang Chen's gaze was as cold as ice, without a trace of pity or retreat.
He slowly raised his hand, a seemingly slow movement imbued with unparalleled strength. His palm arced through the air, and then, an invisible pressure like a mountain pressed down upon the Asura God.
"Hmph!" Wang Chen snorted coldly, his voice brimming with confidence and strength. Then, he slammed his palm forward, and the pressure instantly transformed into tangible force, crashing towards the Shura God with overwhelming force.
The Shura God felt the terrifying impact of that force, and his expression changed.
Despite his immense divine power, Wang Chen's palm seemed to smother him with an irresistible threat.
The Shura God retreated repeatedly in mid-air, each step accompanied by a tremendous roar, and cracks appeared in the air as he retreated.
A flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, and he tried to muster more strength to resist, but Wang Chen's power was like an endless torrent, unstoppable!
BANG!!!
Finally, Wang Chen's palm slammed the Shura God's body to the ground. With a deafening roar, the ground cracked, and countless rocks flew out.
The Shura God's body sank deeply into the ground. His face was pale, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and the light in his eyes dimmed considerably.
"Ah!!!" The Shura God felt an unprecedented sense of shame and anger. Who was he? He was the God King of the Douluo Universe!
But he also knew that he was so powerless before Wang Chen. Wang Chen's gaze fell upon Tang San again, a glint of coldness and disdain in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, his voice brimming with undeniable authority: "Tang San, everything you believe in is but an illusion. Your mother is no longer the gentle Ah Yin you knew; she has been reborn, a brand new being. And your father, to bring you to this world, sacrificed his life. Now, everything you hold onto will be overturned."
At the moment the Shura God struck down, Tang San's body seemed to be drained of all its strength. He fell to his knees, hands supporting the ground, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, like a child lost in the darkness.
He didn't know how to face this. The family ties he believed in, the strength he relied on, felt so fragile in this moment.
Ah Yin slowly approached Tang San, her face expressionless, as cold as ice. She looked down at Tang San, her voice laced with determination: "Tang San, you carry the blood of my Blue Silver Grass, but you are no longer worthy of it. Today, I will take it back, leaving you a rootless, wandering ghost."
Tang San raised his head, his eyes gleaming with resentment and anger.
He wanted to fight, to defend everything he had, but he found himself powerless, his body bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
He could only watch as Ah Yin approached, her hand reaching out to claw at his chest.
"No!!!!"
Tang San let out a shrill scream, his voice echoing through the air, filled with despair and grief.
He was filled with fear for the future, unsure of where he would go, unsure if he could survive after losing everything.
Ah Yin's hand finally landed on Tang San's chest, and a powerful force instantly surged through him. Tang San felt his blood pounding violently, as if it were being torn apart.
The force, like a sharp blade, sliced through his body, causing him excruciating pain.
Tang San's face revealed an expression of extreme pain, his body constantly twisting, trying to break free from the erosion of that power. A flicker of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He wanted to scream, wanted to struggle, but all his efforts seemed so pale and powerless.
Bang!
Tang San's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their light, as if he had lost all hope. His heart was filled with endless darkness and despair. He didn't know if this was all just a nightmare, or if it had become a reality he could not change...
"Puff!"
Tang San vomited blood and died...
(End of this chapter)
Read CompletReon
[email protected]/Manzoor786
e Book In Advanced At Pat
Please support