Chapter 352: Where Is the Real Tang San?
"Ah, after all, he's someone I brought into this world. I'll help him one last time."
In the Divine Realm, the Asura God sighed. This version of Tang San had disappointed him utterly. For power, he would do anything.
Originally, the Asura God had planned to have one of his third-level deities pass down a godhood to Tang San, making all his scheming worthwhile.
But who would have thought Tang San would take this path? Now, he was completely ruined.
Everything Tang San cultivated had been deliberately placed in the mortal realm by the Asura God. From the very beginning, Tang San was essentially his chosen successor.
Otherwise, how could a sect like the Tang Sect possess something like the Mysterious Heaven Technique?
Every step Tang San took was part of the Asura God's grand design—including the "lucky girl," Xiao Wu.
What the god hadn't expected was that Xiao Wu not only failed to sacrifice herself to boost Tang San's fortune but instead became his enemy.
As for soul ring ages and soul bones...
To a god, these things were trivial. What truly mattered was the power of destiny.
Xiao Wu carried a tremendous amount of this power, including a portion of the Star Dou Great Forest's fortune.
Had she sacrificed herself to Tang San, his destiny would have reached new heights!
Afterward, she could have just been resurrected as a tool.
"If this kid keeps going like this, he'll probably be struck dead by the Thunder God King's lightning tribulation when he tries to break through to Titled Douluo!"
The Asura God shook his head. Though he was the Asura God, he wasn't completely heartless. One last help meant exactly that.
What happened to Tang San afterward would no longer be his concern.
Who told him to court death?
Knowing full well the rules had been altered, he still chose to become a fallen one.
If Tang San didn't die, who would?
Had he cultivated normally, even if all his soul rings were only ten-year, so what? For a god, increasing their age was child's play.
Besides, after attaining godhood, soul ring age meant nothing. What truly mattered was mastery over divine laws and the fusion of divine power.
Soul rings?
Just flashy little circles, that's all.
In the blink of an eye!
Yang Wudi and the others immediately released their martial souls, surrounding Tang San in an instant, leaving him no chance to escape.
A chill ran down Tang San's spine as cold sweat drenched him. These people truly intended to kill him!
No matter how desperate the situation, Tang San would never surrender without a fight—unless facing overwhelmingly powerful opponents who showed no killing intent, in which case he might consider yielding.
Like when he faced Ghost Douluo, Ghost Mei.
"Among them, Tai Tan and Niu Gao have the strongest defense and greatest strength."
"But their speed is lacking..."
"Bai He, the clan master of the Agility Clan, is the fastest in the world. If I don't kill him first, I won't stand a chance to break free."
"Yang Wudi has the strongest offensive power, and his speed isn't slow either."
After a brief analysis, Tang San formulated a plan: eliminate the fastest and the strongest attacker first.
Suddenly, under everyone's stunned gazes, Tang San fell to his knees with a loud thud.
Wait, was he really doing this again?
After being deceived once, could they really afford to trust him a second time?
No way!
Just as they prepared to strike, Tang San began kowtowing frantically, his pleas for mercy never ceasing.
"Elders, I lost my way in a moment of folly! Please, for the sake of my father, Tang Hao, spare me!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blood streamed down his forehead from the force of his kowtows, far more intense than before.
The group hesitated.
True, no matter how despicable Tang San was, his father was still Tang Hao—a Titled Douluo.
They had never intended to kill Tang Hao, only to demand answers.
"Of course we're only demanding answers because we can't defeat him..."
"If we could win, we wouldn't be settling for mere explanations."
Tang Hao could fight one against three, killing two Titled Douluos and severely injuring another. With such strength, the four clans stood no chance against him.
Killing Tang San would mean an endless blood feud! Even if they didn't care about themselves, they had to consider their clansmen!
This realization made them hesitate. Their earlier heroic determination had been fueled by rage, but now calm had returned, forcing them to consider the consequences.
"You're utterly shameless!"
"You've completely disgraced the dignity of the Clear Sky Douluo!"
"Even if you became a Soul Sage, would you still grovel before the Thunder God King if you became a god?"
Bai Chenxiang's voice rang out from a distance. She couldn't bear to watch anymore—this so-called "cousin" was beyond disgraceful, constantly kneeling and begging for mercy.
It disgusted her.
Though she'd never met Tang Hao, she'd heard of his deeds. While resentful toward him, she had to admit he was a true man—daring to attack the Pope of the Spirit Hall for his beloved and actually killing the Pope!
That alone made Tang Hao legendary. Even if no further tales followed, who wouldn't fear and respect the Clear Sky Douluo?
But Tang San? Kneeling and begging at every turn? In such a short time, he'd already done it twice!
"I seriously doubt you're really Tang Hao's son. How could someone like him have produced someone like you?" Bai Chenxiang's words struck like thunder.
Tai Tan fell into deep thought. Indeed, this Tang San lacked any trace of his master's imposing demeanor. Aside from possessing the Clear Sky Hammer and Tang Hao's letter, he bore no resemblance to Tang Hao's son.
Suddenly, realization dawned on him. "Who are you really? Speak! What has the Clear Sky Sect done to my master's true son?"
"You must be an impostor!"
The others found Tai Tan's words plausible. While not entirely accurate, they were frighteningly close to the truth.
Tang San truly wasn't Tang Hao's real son!
The real Tang Hao's son had long been devoured by this Tang San—how else could the possession have succeeded?
Tang San froze. This was his deepest, most carefully guarded secret—one he refused to even contemplate!
Tai Tan had nearly uncovered everything with his guess!
Technically, he wasn't Tang Hao's biological son, though this body was. Because he'd taken it over through possession. Yet considering himself righteous, he couldn't admit to such an act.
This wasn't possession—it was reincarnation!
By reframing it, he became Tang Hao's legitimate son!
In his past life, Tang San had lacked parental love. This lifetime, though Tang Hao never showed him kindness, he cherished this paternal connection deeply.
That explained why, even when Tang Hao nearly starved him to death, Tang San believed there must have been reasons and never complained.
"Bullshit!"
Tang San's bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Tai Tan, crimson streaks trailing down his forehead as he roared in fury.
(End of Chapter)
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