Clang!
Amidst the smoke and dust,
the whirring of the Zhuge Crossbow rang out.
Sixteen poisoned iron arrows arrived in an instant,
piercing straight through Ye Qiu's body.
Tang San's eyes widened in shock at this sight.
Only one person could pierce his hidden weapons from beginning to end!
Tang San's eyes burned with rage.
His hoarse voice trembled with hatred.
He gritted his teeth and said,
"Ye... Qiu! So it was you!"
At this moment
, Tang San finally remembered the attack from the explosion.
He had seen it before in the Soul Arena.
It was the soul skill used by Ye Qiu's sister, the little girl he felt a connection with.
His identity exposed.
Ye Qiu remained silent.
A ripple spread across his body, revealing his true appearance:
blue hair, red-purple eyes, a handsome young man.
At the same time,
he stepped on the Ghost Shadow Steps,
rapidly approaching Tang San.
Tang San was terrified.
He didn't ask the foolish question of why they were coming to kill him!
He wanted to summon his Blue Silver Grass to fight back,
but the weak and powerless Blue Silver Grass was utterly ineffective in stopping Ye Qiu.
Damn it!
Tang San gritted his teeth, seething with hatred.
He still didn't know why his Blue Silver Grass couldn't get going in front of Ye Qiu.
At the same time, he became increasingly disappointed with his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
A useless martial soul is a useless martial soul!
In desperation,
Tang San quickly retreated,
simultaneously drawing a Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
Unfortunately,
Tang San's leg was injured, and he was no match for Ye Qiu's speed.
In just an instant,
before he could even raise his Zhuge Divine Crossbow,
Ye Qiu was already standing in front of him.
His eyes were piercing, and his hand lightly pressed down on Tang San's right arm.
"Ah!"
Tang San initially felt like a mosquito bite.
Then, in the next instant, he let out a shrill scream.
The muscles in his right arm actually curled up, as if a sharp blade was twisting inside the flesh.
"Dragon Beard Needle!"
"This is a Dragon Beard Needle! How is this possible?! How could you possibly...?"
Tang San couldn't believe it, screaming shrilly.
His voice suddenly stopped.
He remembered the crystal plate Ning Rongrong bought in Soto City!
Ning Rongrong must have given it to Ye Qiu!
But
how could Ye Qiu, a native, possibly know about the Dragon Beard Needles inside?!
"Ah!"
Tang San roared.
The pain didn't rob him of his fighting ability.
After all, he had suffered the torture of being skinned alive in his previous life in the Tang Sect.
He retreated again.
Enduring the pain, he pulled out the Zhuge Crossbow and summoned his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul
. However,
Tang San looked at Ye Qiu, who was like a shadow,
and fear finally appeared on his face. He couldn't use his hammer techniques or crossbow
at close range . Crackling sounds! Tang San's face suddenly turned deathly pale. Ye Qiu's right hand lit up with lightning. A piercing cry of ten thousand birds rang out, the Soul Bone Skill Thousand Birds. Tang San gritted his teeth, about to inject soul power into the Clear Sky Hammer and raise it to retaliate. *Pfft! * A sound of flesh tearing rang out. Tang San felt his left arm go numb. In the vision of his Purple Demon Eye, he saw his left arm, the one wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, detach from him and fly high into the air. Then, struck by a series of lightning bolts, it turned into charred, roasted meat. "Ah! My... my hand!" The pungent smell of burning made Tang San shudder. His pupils trembled, his eyes bloodshot. His mouth gaped open, letting out a shrill wail, drool escaping his lips. The wound on his left arm began to spasm, temporarily preventing excessive blood loss . From the sound of the explosion to Tang San's arm flying far away, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.
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The smoke and dust from the explosion hadn't even dissipated yet.
Tang San's face was deathly pale.
His eyes finally revealed boundless fear and panic.
Enduring the torment of the Dragon Beard Needles,
he raised his right hand, ready to pull the trigger and fire a Zhuge Crossbow at Ye Qiu.
*Whoosh!*
At this moment,
Tang San even forgot he couldn't look directly at the Sharingan.
Ye Qiu leaned in and met his gaze.
*Tsukuyomi!*
Tang San's heart tightened suddenly.
He frantically activated his Purple Demon Eye, its purple light blazing brightly.
Unfortunately,
Ye Qiu's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan slightly rotated.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eye's resistance instantly crumbled.
Blood began to seep out.
The Crimson Space—this time, it was still three days and three nights of torture.
It was a blood-red torture chamber.
Iron hooks pierced
Tang San's collarbone, and he was suspended high.
Like a pig about to be sold, his limbs were slowly dismembered.
After one round
, it started again.
The number of torture chambers in the Crimson Space doubled.
Tang San's pain doubled.
The cycle repeated itself endlessly.
Countless Tang Sans let out piercing screams, but no matter how much they wailed, cursed, or resisted,
it was all in vain.
Now,
Ye Qiu's pupil power (mental power), aided by the Autumn Water Dew, Qian Renxue, and Tang Yuehua, had nearly reached the Soul Saint level.
Tang San, without the Autumn Water Dew and other such opportunities, had his Purple Demon Eyes stagnant; his mental power, at best, was only close to the Soul King level.
Such a vast difference
made it impossible for him to resist.
Three days and three nights in the illusion
were but a fleeting moment in reality.
Tang San, his consciousness shattered by the Tsukuyomi,
was now on the verge of death, his eyelids heavy, staring blankly at Ye Qiu.
The Zhuge Crossbow in his hand had slipped from his grasp.
The wound on his left arm could no longer hold, and blood began to gush out.
Ye Qiu grabbed his neck with one hand,
lifted him up, and with a slight exertion, large mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth.
Less than half a minute had passed.
Tang San was like a dead dog, unable to even struggle.
Next,
it's time to examine your memories properly, Tang San from another world, Tang Sect of Bashu.
Martial Sun Shining on Fate!
Ye Qiu's Eternal Kaleidoscope spun.
Blood filled Tang San's vision, and his body trembled slightly.
Those decades of memories, bit by bit, appeared before his eyes.
Growing up in the Tang Sect.
Stealing Tang Sect's secret techniques, being skinned alive, mastering the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record…
finally jumping off the Ghost's Sorrow, his soul transmigrating to the Douluo Continent.
The process of examining Tang San's memories
went smoothly, but it took a little too long.
Tang San's memories of his two lives were coming to an end.
Ye Qiu's head was a little dizzy.
Receiving decades of Tang San's memories at once was a bit hard to digest. He shook
his head.
Martial Sun Shining on Fate was examining Tang San's memories of the past few days.
Ye Qiu didn't want to waste any more time.
Looking at Tang San, covered in blood, pale-faced, and covered in soot,
Ye Qiu grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
Slowly increasing the pressure on his hand, Ye Qiu's icy voice rang in Tang San's ears.
"Tang San, I'll send you down to meet Tang Hao, so you and your son can be reunited!" He was no longer able to think, completely ignoring Ye Qiu's words. Fear had consumed him. "Ugh, no!" "I...can't...die." With Ye Qiu's increased force, Tang San's eyes seemed to flicker with a final burst of light, emitting a hoarse cry, but it was choked by blood. Suffocation caused Tang San's eyes to roll back, and he lost control of his bladder and bowels. The memory reading was complete. Ye Qiu frowned, his hand tightening suddenly, and a burst of blood-red light erupted from Tang San's body, who was on the verge of death. (End of Chapter)