Chapter 108 Exploding Rings to Escape? Tang San Faints from Enrage: I Swear I Won't Be Human If I Don't Kill Wei Tianchen!
The Asura God didn't engage, but instead made a move that stunned everyone.
"Great Sumeru Hammer—Exploding Rings!"
The Asura God roared, controlling Tang Chen's body, and directly detonated the nine soul rings within Tang Chen's body that had just recovered to their peak!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Nine explosions rang out in succession!
This was originally a desperate technique of the Clear Sky Sect, but now the Asura God used it without hesitation.
But he wasn't exploding the rings to fight desperately, but to—escape!
The restorative light pillar from the Heavenly Curtain had fully replenished Tang Chen's condition.
This was practically the best "fuel" for the Asura God.
Using the terrifying explosive force generated by the simultaneous explosion of the nine rings, coupled with the burning of the Asura God's power, Tang Chen's body instantly transformed into a blood-red lightning bolt, its speed reaching a point that broke through the rules of space!
Swoosh—!
Almost the instant Wei Tianchen thrust out his halberd, the Asura God, carrying Tang Chen's body, tore through the air and fled at an unbelievable speed towards the distant horizon!
This scene was too fast, too sudden!
Who could have imagined that the mighty Asura God, after uttering such threats, would actually burn through Tang Chen's entire potential to escape?
"Trying to run?!"
A cold glint flashed in Wei Tianchen's eyes, and his dragon wings unfurled, making him a purple meteor as he instantly gave chase.
Two streaks of light, one red and one purple, streaked across the sky at breakneck speed.
However, the Asura God was determined to escape this time. It didn't hesitate to overdraw Tang Chen's life force and foundation, achieving an absurdly fast speed.
After only a short chase, the crimson light had already vanished into the depths of the clouds, its aura completely concealed, disappearing without a trace.
Wei Tianchen paused in mid-air, gazing at the empty sky, his brow furrowed slightly.
The Annihilation Dragon Halberd in his hand slowly lowered.
"This is a god..."
Wei Tianchen scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.
"He runs faster than a rabbit."
Wei Tianchen didn't pursue further.
Don't chase a desperate enemy, especially since the Asura God was focused on avoiding battle; the speed gained at the cost of burning himself was indeed difficult to catch.
Wei Tianchen turned around, halberd in hand, and stepped back through the air.
His gaze swept over the stunned crowd below, finally settling on the massive celestial canopy.
Although he hadn't completely killed Tang Chen and the Asura God's consciousness, it didn't diminish his victory.
After this battle, the Asura God had utterly lost face.
Haotian Sect.
Haotian Sect, Council Hall.
A deathly silence enveloped the place; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's gaze remained frozen on the celestial canopy, staring at the now empty clouds, unable to recover for a long time.
That was Tang Chen!
He was a legend who led the Haotian Sect to its peak.
He was a level 99 Limit Douluo, and the one chosen by the Asura God!
He actually… used his rings to escape?
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
Finally, an elder with white hair and beard slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence.
His face flushed red, seemingly to hide his inner panic, and he loudly argued:
"Who is our Ancestor? He is an invincible being on land! What happened just now was merely our Ancestor weighing the pros and cons, not wanting to fight that madman head-on before his divine sense was stable! This is called a strategic retreat, preserving strength! That brat Wei Tianchen only got a lucky break, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, another elder, his face ashen, retorted in a trembling voice:
"Preserving strength? Seventh Elder, do you think we're all blind? That was a ring explosion! A ring explosion that drained his life force! If it was just to preserve strength, why would he go to such lengths? That was clearly… fleeing for his life!"
The elder grew increasingly fearful, his body trembling uncontrollably:
"Wei Tianchen could even force back an ancestor possessed by a god, so what's next? What if he attacks the Haotian Sect? How will we defend ourselves? Quickly... quickly send down the order to pack our valuables, the sect... the sect must relocate immediately to avoid disaster!"
Chaos erupted in the hall; some tried to maintain composure, while others were filled with dread.
In the very center of the hall, Tang Hao slumped into a chair, as if his spine had been removed.
His eyes were lifeless, his rugged face now etched with bewilderment and despair.
In his memory, his grandfather, Tang Chen, was synonymous with invincibility, the faith of the Haotian Sect, a mountain he had pursued his entire life but could only look up to.
But just now, that mountain had crumbled.
And it had been defeated by that person.
Wei Tianchen.
This name haunted Tang Hao like a nightmare.
It was this Wei Tianchen who severed his arm with a single halberd strike, destroyed his foundation, and forcefully demoted him from the Title Douluo realm to the Soul Douluo realm.
He had thought that his grandfather's return would avenge the Clear Sky Sect and avenge him.
But what was the result?
Not only did his grandfather fail to win, but he was also forced to flee, disappearing into the sky like a stray dog.
"Even Grandpa... couldn't beat him..."
Tang Hao muttered to himself, looking at his empty sleeve, a despair rising in his heart like never before.
A large, broad hand rested on his shoulder.
Tang Xiao looked at his dejected younger brother, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Tang Xiao wanted to offer some words of comfort, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of cruel reality.
"Brother Hao..."
Tang Xiao opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only sigh heavily, "Sigh—"
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.
On the playground, the Shrek Seven Devils and their teachers also witnessed everything.
"Pfft—"
Tang San felt a surge of blood in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Tang Hao gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white from the force, his eyes instantly bloodshot.
On the sky, Wei Tianchen's last disdainful glance felt like a resounding slap across his face.
It also slapped at the Tang family's proud Clear Sky Hammer bloodline.
That was his great-grandfather!
To be so humiliated by Wei Tianchen!
"Wei! Tian! Chen!"
Tang San gritted his teeth, each word seemingly forced out from between his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. "This humiliation is etched into my bones! If I don't avenge this, if I don't kill this fiend, I, Tang San… swear I am not human!!"
The intense rage made Tang San's vision blur, his body sway, and he almost fainted from anger.
Yu Xiaogang, Flander, Zhao Wuji, and the others exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a complex mix of emotions.
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to analyze the battle theoretically and tell Tang San that the Asura God still had a trump card.
But seeing Tang San's ruthless, predatory look, he swallowed his words.
After all, facts speak louder than words; he'd escaped, that was that.
Flander adjusted his glasses, coughed awkwardly, and didn't know what to say.
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