Chapter 59 Tang San's Overconfidence! Is Tang San Doomed?
[Tang San's Perspective]
Tang San was teleported to the prehistoric world.
When I opened my eyes again, there stood an old monk with a thin face, holding a seven-colored banner.
The monk appeared kind and benevolent, but Tang San instinctively sensed something.
This person is definitely not simple, and may even be... extremely dangerous!
He shifted his feet, about to slip away—
"Fellow Daoist Tang San, please wait!"
The old monk suddenly looked up.
Those old, originally cloudy eyes now shone brightly, firmly locking onto Tang San.
"You and I, from the West...are destined to meet!"
"How...how do you know my name?!"
Tang San paused, his heart filled with horror.
"I not only know your name, but I also know that you come from Douluo Continent and carry a deep-seated hatred in your heart,"
"I want to resurrect your little lover and avenge my enemies!"
Master Zhunti smiled slightly and said calmly.
Although he missed out on the holy throne because of Lin Feng,
His understanding of the principles of cause and effect is in no way inferior to that of a sage.
How could Tang San's origins and obsessions possibly escape his notice?
Tang San's scalp tingled instantly!
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
This old monk... he's too eerie!
In front of him, I felt like I had been stripped naked, and I couldn't hide any secrets from him!
Were all the people of the prehistoric era this terrifying?
His mind raced.
If the other party exposes his true nature and says it's fate... then they are most likely not an enemy.
If they are not enemies, then they are opportunities!
A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and without hesitation, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Junior Tang San greets Senior! I was very rude just now, please forgive me!"
"Since you can see through my blood feud, you must have extraordinary abilities!"
"Please, senior, lend a hand!"
"As long as I can avenge my family and revive Xiao Wu, I am willing to serve you like a slave to repay your great kindness!"
The Daoist Zhunti looked at him and slowly said:
"Would you be willing... to join my Buddhist order?"
Buddhism?
Tang San was taken aback.
I glanced at the Taoist robe the other person was wearing; this attire didn't look like that of a monk at all.
And if he became a monk...
What should Xiaowu do?
But if he doesn't agree... judging from the situation, the other party probably won't help him easily.
Tang San's eyes darted around.
He immediately had an idea and said with a sincere expression:
"Master, please forgive me!"
"Tang San has not avenged his blood feud, nor fulfilled his wishes, so I'm afraid... he will find it difficult to enter the Buddhist order."
"If I can fulfill this long-cherished wish, Tang San will definitely convert to Buddhism and spend the rest of his life with only the ancient lamp and Buddha!"
He played a trick.
Killing Tang Chen and reviving Xiao Wu is, of course, my wish.
But his greatest wish,
He wants to live happily ever after with Xiao Wu, and to bring glory to the Tang Clan!
If this greatest wish is not fulfilled, then it cannot be considered "fulfilling a long-cherished wish"!
When the time comes, won't they be able to back out whenever they want?
"What's so difficult about that!"
How could Daoist Zhunti not see through this little trick? But he just smiled slightly and didn't point it out.
He had already foreseen the rise of Buddhism and his own opportunity to become a saint.
Three parts are in Buddhism, six parts are in Heaven.
And that most crucial point... should lie with Tang San.
Since that's the case,
Naturally, we must spare no effort to firmly bind him to the Buddhist path!
However... just thinking about having to deal with the Heavenly Court and that cunning Daoist Master gives me a headache!
However, things must be done step by step; we've waited for billions of years.
There's no rush.
Right now, let's focus on securing Tang San as our pawn!
Amid Tang San's excited gaze, Daoist Zhunti calculated with his fingers and gently rolled up his sleeve.
Whoosh!
The two vanished from their spot in an instant.
When it reappeared, it was standing on a barren hill.
"look!"
The Taoist Master Zhunti smiled and pointed downwards.
"The person you're looking for is right there!"
Tang San didn't even have time to be shocked. This terrifying ability to travel thousands of miles in an instant... He looked in the direction the finger was pointing...
With just one glance, his blood seemed to boil instantly!
"Tang Chen, you old scoundrel—!!!"
Tang San's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the pent-up hatred in his roar erupted like a torrent.
At the foot of the hill,
Tang Chen, who was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, suddenly opened them and instantly pinpointed the source of the sound.
"Is it that kid?"
Tang Chen squinted and recognized Tang San.
"That kid who braved the Hell Road... he's come to the Primordial World too?"
Tang Chen immediately realized that it was after this kid left that the City of Slaughter immediately descended into chaos!
However... he seems to be a junior from the Haotian Sect?
The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment.
It was then suppressed.
Haotian Sect?
He is no longer Tang Chen; he is the God of Slaughter!
"I haven't even come to settle accounts with you yet, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"
Tang Chen's lips curled into a sinister smile, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
As for Tang San's side
He didn't take that seemingly ordinary old monk seriously at all.
"Tang Chen!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.
"Do you remember... the rabbit you killed a few days ago?!"
"rabbit?"
Tang Chen frowned, then, as if remembering something, curled his lip in disgust.
"Oh, you mean that dead rabbit that smelled so fishy?"
He even smacked his lips, as if savoring the terrible taste:
"I have never tasted such disgusting soul beast meat before!"
"You're asking for it—!!!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.
Unable to suppress his surging hatred any longer, he suddenly leaped up!
With a raised hand,
A drop of scarlet blood shot out from the fingertip, silently cutting through the air, heading straight for Tang Chen's brow.
It was the second-ranked hidden weapon technique of the Tang Clan: Bodhi Blood.
However, what Tang San considered a killing move that could threaten a Title Douluo was nothing more than child's play in Tang Chen's eyes.
"A trivial skill!"
Tang Chen didn't even use his martial soul; he simply raised his hand casually and flicked his finger.
"bite!"
With a soft click, the blood droplet was easily flicked away, its whereabouts unknown.
The next moment,
Tang Chen's figure appeared before Tang San like a ghost.
One hand grabbed his neck and lifted him off the ground.
"With such meager skills, you dare to seek revenge?!"
Tang Chen grinned, his eyes full of mockery.
Inside the Haotian Sect,
The elders who witnessed this scene were first stunned, and then filled with boundless anger!
"What a heartless and treacherous beast! Not only did he steal the bloodline of my Haotian Sect, but he also dared to attack our ancestor!"
"Hmph! Him? A mere Soul Saint with that old bald monk who appeared out of nowhere, dares to provoke the old sect master? It's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating himself!"
"Kill this little beast! The bloodline of my Haotian Sect will never be defiled by such a treacherous bastard!"
"Yes! Please, Elder Sect Master, cleanse the Haotian Sect of its filth...!"
Shouts of fighting and killing were heard incessantly.
Only the sect leader, Tang Xiao, had a complicated expression, his eyes filled with struggle and reluctance.
Seeing Tang San struggling helplessly like a fledgling bird in Tang Chen's hands, on the verge of life and death,
He was tormented by inner turmoil and hesitated repeatedly.
He finally spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Elders... Tang San's resentment towards his grandfather is actually... a misunderstanding!"
"The rabbit that Grandfather killed before... was not an ordinary soul beast, but a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, and was... Tang San's lover!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
The hall fell silent for a moment.
This was followed by even more jarring laughter and angry curses.
"As expected! A bastard and a beast, a match made in heaven!"
"Wasn't Tang Hao's rebellious marriage to a soul beast enough of a lesson? Now another one is coming!"
"Good riddance to our ancestor! This treacherous relationship should have been cleaned up long ago!"
Tang Xiao opened his mouth, then closed his eyes in despair.
His intention was to explain the reason.
At least let Tang San die knowing the truth, which can be considered as fulfilling the last wish of his uncle.
However, his explanation only added fuel to the fire!
The eye of ice and fire.
Tang Hao clenched his fists and stared intently at the sky.
Watching the soul that had taken over his son's body about to perish at the hands of his grandfather,
A complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
Even knowing that the "Tang San" in front of him was not his biological son, the more than ten years of father-son relationship...
How can it be erased so easily?
That was the prodigy he had placed his hopes on, the one who would bring glory to the sect…
However, the Blue Silver Emperor plant beside him, swaying and trembling wildly, conveyed a completely different emotion.
That was a pure, exhilarating thought!
Kill him! Kill him!
So what if someone is a genius?
Can his crime of possessing my son be redeemed?
My son is dead!
This villain who took over his body and stole his life should have paid with his life long ago!
Unlike the indignation within the Haotian Sect, Tang Hao was conflicted.
The Spirit Hall, Elephant Armor Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and other forces at this moment were simply enjoying the spectacle.
"Tsk, a great-grandfather killing his great-grandson... This scene is a once-in-a-century event!"
"The Clear Sky Sect really knows how to have fun; it's even more exciting than a performance on stage!"
"If Tang San were to unleash his full power and kill his great-grandfather, that would be truly spectacular and entertaining for a hundred years!"
"Dream on! A level three god against a Soul Saint? He'd crush them without leaving a trace!"
"..."
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, but their eyes remained fixed on the sky.
Looking forward to it.
The next moment is the climax with blood splattering everywhere!
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