Chapter 338: Tang San Gets Demoted to a Foot Soldier and Cleared Out
BOOM!
A mushroom cloud exploded as the sea churned violently once again. Though Tang San was only at level 92, detonating eight soul rings—each over 50,000 years—into his martial spirit created an attack with the destructive power of a level 99 soul master. Bibi Dong was hammered deep into the sea, submerged hundreds of meters.
After his blow landed, Tang San powered his waist, activating his torso bone. A technique flared, and he hurled his Clear Sky Hammer—now the size of a hill—like a giant golden flaming wheel toward Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue.
"Asura—Extermination!"
Qian Renchuan slashed with his Asura Demonic Sword. A crimson blade tore the void open, forming a blood-red vortex in the sky. A magma-like giant arm stretched out from the rift, grabbing the golden Clear Sky Hammer mid-air like it was nothing.
The magma arm clutched it like a pair of chopsticks, holding it firmly. Tang San's eyes filled with jealousy. He had once been the Asura God and knew this technique—it was one of the Asura God's divine abilities.
Tang San's face twisted with hatred. His final soul ring shattered. But instead of channeling into the Clear Sky Hammer, the energy flowed into his hand. His palm turned jade-colored. Biting his tongue, he spat out a drop of blood that gradually turned clear and transparent like a crystal bead.
This final soul ring's energy completely fused into the droplet. Tang San's eyes locked onto it with reverent zeal.
This was the Tang Sect's ultimate secret move—the one he used in his past life to pierce through Qian Renxue's divine shield and heart. A technique known as Guanyin's Tear.
"The world suffers much. One tear of mercy."
Just as he prepared to recite the line, a red flash cut across his vision. His neck felt cold—the Asura Demonic Sword had sliced clean through it before he could act.
Time slowed to a crawl. Tang San's head gently, quietly separated from his neck.
So this is what it feels like to be beheaded…? Three lifetimes, and I, Tang San, am dying here.
His thoughts flickered. Bitterness, confusion, exhaustion. Why? Why had he, a reborn God King, fallen to this? Was it Yu Xiaogang's fault? Or Qian Renchuan's? Or maybe it was because his mother wasn't the Blue Silver Empress after all? Where had he truly failed?
He had thought his story was a standard dragon-blooded, feel-good power fantasy—but ended up brutally bullied by Clear Sky Sect disciples, exiled to Notting Academy, then reunited with Xiao Wu and enjoyed what felt like paradise. It became a "waste genius" redemption arc. He ended up as Sea God's High Priest—basically a glorified servant—and finally became Bibi Dong's puppet, a mere stepping stone for someone else's rise.
Even so, he was the fourth twin-spirit user on the continent, reaching Title Douluo in just 22 years—two years faster than in his last life. Surely that made him a worthy rival?
In his final moment, Tang San extended his spiritual power toward Qian Renchuan—wanting to know how his fellow twin-spirit, fellow Tang Sect reborn disciple viewed him.
But the moment he saw, Tang San's pupils froze.
Qian Renchuan wasn't even looking at him. One hand swung the Asura Sword at charging sea soul beasts, while the other held a small, floating droplet of water—Guanyin's Tear. The very technique Tang San had just attempted to use.
Qian Renchuan's purple-gold eyes were focused entirely on Bibi Dong in the sea. She was his only target.
To Qian Renchuan, Tang San was nothing more than a slightly stronger foot soldier.
Tang San, who still had some fight left in him, was so enraged he exploded—literally. His body erupted into a bloody mist of meat and flesh.
Six lights gleamed from the carnage—soul bones collected by Sea God Island and sea soul masters over more than twenty thousand years.
Qian Renchuan locked eyes on Bibi Dong's position in the water. The blood-red sword-shaped mark on his forehead glowed. The Asura Demonic Light enveloped the tiny water droplet, transforming it from transparent to blood-red.
His Asura Domain silently expanded—brimming with bloodlust, savagery, and death. These terrifying forces all funneled into the blood-red droplet, which now burned with a crimson flame.
Backed by resources like the Autumn Dew of Insight, the 100,000-year Soft-Boned Rabbit's skull soul bone, the final level of Purple Demon Eye's "Ocean," and the pinnacle of Xuantian Technique, Qian Renchuan's spiritual power had long surpassed the Limit Douluo threshold. His senses locked tightly onto Bibi Dong in the sea.
His gaze turned sincere. This was the first time he used Tang Sect's ultimate technique—the most sacred of all—Guanyin's Tear. Even the Tang Sect master could only use the second-best, Bodhi Blood. The requirements for this technique were so high that it demanded absolute mastery of every Tang Sect skill, Xuantian Technique at ninth level, and a perfect "Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown" state.
"The world suffers much. One tear of mercy."
But instead of a serene Guanyin watching over the suffering, what appeared behind Qian Renchuan was his murderous Six-Winged Slaughter Angel.
The blood-red Guanyin's Tear burst from his hand and disappeared instantly. The bead was so fast it pierced the sea's surface like butter, heading directly for Bibi Dong.
She tried to dive deeper and dodge using the water—but the moment she saw the unassuming drop, her pupils shrank. She had seen it before—at Jialing Pass, when Tang San had used it to instantly kill a doppelgänger with strength nearly equal to her own. Had her daughter not saved her then, she would have died.
Bibi Dong tried to move. But the speed of Guanyin's Tear was too great. She had no Six-Winged Angel speed. She was underwater, slowed by pressure and resistance. She twisted her body, but her thigh was still grazed by the tear.
And then—
Her body froze mid-motion and exploded into chunks.
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