Chapter 158: Tang San's Purgation.
"Crack!"
With a resounding snap, everyone's gaze fixed on the dagger about to plunge into Tang San's heart.
As if stopped by an invisible force, the dagger abruptly stopped in mid-air, only half an inch from Tang San's chest!
The next second, before everyone's eyes, the incredibly sharp dagger, like fragile porcelain, instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions!
"Hmph, Tang San, do you think I'll let you succeed so easily? If I didn't want to see what tricks you can pull off, how dare you dream of clinging to my thigh? It's pure wishful thinking!"
Yang Ziyuan sneered with disdain, his eyes gleaming with contempt and mockery.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked, sending Tang San, who was clinging to his thigh tightly, flying away like a cannonball.
Tang San's body arced through the air before landing heavily on the hard ground with a dull thud.
"Puff!"
Tang San couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood, the crimson liquid splattering all around him in a shocking display.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper, devoid of color. Even his lips lost their original rosy glow, replaced by a strange shade of purple.
From the corners of his mouth, streams of bright red continued to trickle onto the ground, as if uttering the immense pain he endured.
Clearly, this heavy blow had severely injured Tang San, and his condition was not optimistic.
"Cough cough."
Tang San coughed with difficulty several times, each cough ripping the wounds and bringing on a piercing pain.
He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the surging Qi and blood within him, but the burning energy, like a ferocious beast, tore through his meridians, causing him unbearable pain.
At this moment, Tang San knew he could no longer fight Yang Ziyuan.
After the previous exchange, he had already understood that once the other party was on guard, no matter how hard he tried, he would never find an opening!
With this thought in mind, Tang San used all his strength to support his body, which felt like it had been hammered by a heavy
hammer. Every movement brought piercing pain, but he stubbornly stood up.
Then, with a resentful glance at Yang Ziyuan, he turned and left.
However, just as he took a step, a figure appeared before him like a ghost, blocking his way.
Yang Ziyuan had a playful smile on his face and whispered, "Why, you want to leave now?"
Tang San stopped, his eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and responded emotionlessly, "What else do you want?"
Facing Tang San's questioning, Yang Ziyuan replied slowly, "What do you think? Before you overestimate your own abilities and run here to cause trouble, shouldn't you first weigh the possible consequences?"
"Consequences? Isn't beating me up like this enough to satisfy you?"
Tang San could no longer suppress his inner anger. He stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed them directly at his scarred and bloodstained body. His voice became a little hoarse with extreme anger and he shouted sternly.
However, Yang Ziyuan didn't care at all about Tang San's anger, and even stared at him with interest, sneering: "Haha!! Aren't these injuries your own fault? If you hadn't provoked me, you wouldn't be like this! Besides, let's not talk about what happened between us, just talk about Shui Yue'er and the others, you should pay the price for your actions!"
"So what? These bitches not only look down on me, but also have a close relationship with you. They deserve to die!"
Tang San's face suddenly became hideous, as if possessed by a demon, his face full of madness and resentment.
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Upon hearing this, Xuewu and the other women nearby erupted in rage, their hearts boiling with murderous intent, wishing they could tear Tang San into pieces immediately!
However, reason told them that this was simply impossible.
But Shuiyue'er didn't care. Since she couldn't kill Tang San outright, she would torture him to the point of excruciating pain!
Without hesitation, she shouted, "Cousin Ziyuan, help me rip this bastard's mouth apart! I'll make him taste the bitter consequences of lying!"
Upon hearing Shuiyue'er's words, Yang Ziyuan's face lit up with a sinister grin.
"Hehe!! Tang San, did you hear that? They don't seem to want to let you go! But I've always been kind. If I really rip your mouth apart, wouldn't you be able to curse me? So, I've decided to move to another location!"
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
Gazing at Yang Ziyuan's malevolent, chilling smile, Tang San's heart tightened, a surge of unease washing over him.
As expected, the next second, Yang Ziyuan waved his hand, and a surge of incredibly powerful spirit power suddenly erupted.
Before Tang San could react, he felt a sharp pain in his lower body. Looking down, he saw that his second brother had been forcibly severed!
"Ahhhh!!! My second brother, my second brother!"
Tang San nearly fainted from the agony. He clutched his lower body with both hands, writhing on the ground, uttering a piercing howl.
However, this was not the end of it!
To eliminate any possibility of complications and ensure that the other party could never reattach him, Yang Ziyuan went all out and unleashed a trace of destructive force, completely obliterating Tang San's severed second brother!
Seeing Tang San's horrific condition, Shui Yue'er and the others beside him were stunned.
They had never seen anything like it.
"Haha!"
Yang Ziyuan laughed recklessly, then clapped his hands and said calmly, "Tang San, you can go now!"
However, Tang San remained where he was, clutching his lower body, completely oblivious to Yang Ziyuan's words. He only groaned in pain, as if his entire soul was being drained.
Yang Ziyuan frowned at this, and just as he was about to summon the guards to throw him out, he suddenly sensed several familiar auras approaching.
"Tang San, your escort is here!"
Yang Ziyuan had barely finished speaking when, in the distance, dust billowed as a team of several men rushed in like a gust of wind.
Leading the group was none other than Yu Xiaogang, closely followed by a solemn-looking Ning Fengzhi.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaogang and his group arrived.
Everyone gasped when they took in the sight before them.
Tang San lay pale on the cold ground, his body curled up in a ball, groaning in agony, as if he were enduring immense torture.
Yu Xiaogang was horrified upon seeing this. He didn't care about his appearance at all, and rushed to Tang San's side in two steps, tumbling and crawling.
He tightly grasped Tang San's shoulders with both hands, shaking him vigorously, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety: "Xiao San, what's wrong with you? Tell me what happened!"
However, Tang San was already blurry in his consciousness. Using his last bit of strength, he struggled to utter a few words: "Teacher, my second brother is gone."
Before he could finish his words, his eyes closed, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet without support, completely fainting.
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