Chapter 146: The Path to Death vs. The Path to Death
The entire audience was completely stunned—members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, and the Tianshui team as well.
The five girls from Tianshui Academy stared wide-eyed, mouths agape at Qian Renchuan. A chill surged from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns, making their entire bodies tremble with cold.
Qian Renchuan had been at Tianshui Academy for several months now. Who could've imagined that the academy's favorite pampered little mascot, who always looked timid and ran from senior girls' teasing, who appeared to be an innocent little healing support… was actually this terrifying?
This wasn't a healer. This was a Shura.
Qian Xunji leaned his chin on one hand, watching the scene with immense satisfaction. Brilliant—absolutely brilliant. He hadn't felt this pleased in ages.
Qian Renchuan turned around. His crimson eyes locked onto Tang San, and he began walking toward him—step by simple step. It looked like a casual stroll, but the pressure and killing intent he radiated made Tang San, even after three lifetimes, feel something for the first time: fear.
Yu Xiaogang held tightly onto Flender's arm, shouting, "Flender, don't be impulsive! Little San is my student—I know exactly how strong he is. Even Tang Hao isn't acting. And don't forget—this is the Spirit Arena. Anything goes!"
"Blue Silver Bind!"
Tang San activated his first soul ring. Several Blue Silver Grass vines shot toward Qian Renchuan, intertwining with blue-gold vines that sprouted from the ground—Qian Renchuan's own vines.
Crack!
Tang San's vines snapped on contact. Compared to Qian Renchuan's, his were like cheap knock-offs—fragile and brittle. Only their speed, boosted by the Mandala Snake ring, was superior.
Tang San's eyes filled with frustration. His current Blue Silver Grass was far weaker than in his past life. It might be more toxic now, but poison was useless if he couldn't land a hit.
"Poison?"
Qian Renchuan could tell after their vines briefly clashed—Tang San had taken his Blue Silver Grass down a poisonous path.
Unbelievable. A Clear Sky Clan disciple cultivating a poisonous plant martial soul? This was insanity. If he kept this up, he'd cripple his first martial soul.
Tang San brushed a hand across his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges. Two metallic boxes appeared in his hand—each about eight inches long, no feathers, back half cylindrical, front half a sharp cone, with twelve blood grooves and a gleaming point.
"Zhuge Divine Crossbow."
Qian Renchuan recognized it immediately. Every Tang Sect weapon, every design, was seared into his soul. If he hadn't gone down the hidden weapons path himself, he'd have at least made a few of these to pair with his Two-Winged Angel martial soul.
"Who are you?! Why do you know Tang Sect secret arts—forget it. You hurt my Xiao Wu, my companions… you've already walked the path of death!"
In this second life, after becoming a god and fighting both Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, Tang San realized that aside from the Purple Demon Eye, Tang Sect arts were nearly useless at the divine level. That's why his legacy from the Tang Sect was mostly nerfed.
But this man—he had harmed Xiao Wu, his friends, and was Qian Xunji's son. All these grudges stacked together outweighed any reverence Tang San had for the Tang Sect.
This man had stepped onto a thousand paths to death!
"That line should be mine. You are the one who's courting death!"
Dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines exploded beneath Qian Renchuan's feet. He activated Purple Demon Eye and Mystic Jade Hands.
He had arrived in this world by jumping from Ghost-Seeing Cliff. It took nineteen seconds for a stone to hit the bottom—longer than falling through the Eighteen Hells. Hence the name.
Tang Sect legends said that those who jumped from Ghost-Seeing Cliff would be sent to the deepest hell—where even ghosts refused to go.
He jumped in atonement for stealing Tang Sect secrets, having returned three Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses and ensured nothing leaked. Perhaps heaven pitied him and gave him a new life in righteous Spirit Hall.
But this guy? If he jumped, it was because he had committed an unforgivable crime. The Tang Sect must have cast him out and sent him to hell.
That had to be it. Otherwise, how could he be reborn as one of the evil Tang family?
He had to die—for the good of the Tang Sect!
"DIE!" ×2
Both shouted at once, blood-red eyes blazing.
Tang San fired two bolts from the Zhuge Crossbow—aimed at Qian Renchuan's arm and leg. Killing the Pope's son outright was too risky for now.
But Qian Renchuan had no such reservations. Backed by an invincible father, he was ready to end Tang San here.
He activated Six-Aperture Heart. His jade-colored hands blurred into motion. Ten blue-gold vines whipped around, each moving as fast as his arms. Every motion left dazzling trails in the air.
At that moment, no one could track his attacks. It looked as if he had grown a thousand arms—his sides a blur of glowing blue-gold afterimages.
Leaves rained down like a storm, each precisely targeting Tang San's body. The two crossbow bolts he had fired were deflected by vine leaves imbued with Xuan Tian Skill and guided slightly off-course by his Purple Demon Eye in its Seed Realm. They missed his limbs.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Tang San screamed, his pupils wide, head thrown back in agony. In mere seconds, half his body was covered in Blue Silver Grass leaves. He looked like a porcupine. Even his palms were pierced.
The pain was too intense. He couldn't concentrate to use Mystic Jade Hands. The crossbows clattered to the ground.
The leaves didn't penetrate deep—just enough to pierce the skin. But the cumulative pain was worse than torture.
Tang San didn't die. Qian Renchuan hadn't gone for the kill. He was obeying a telepathic message from Qian Xunji:
"Spare his life—for now. He'll be useful later."
And Qian Renchuan would always obey his father. His wisdom was beyond comprehension. If he said spare him, there had to be a reason.
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