"Well--!"
A long, strong hand gripped his neck tightly, lifting him off the ground.
Tang San's feet left the ground as he desperately kicked around, his hands gripping Dongfang Jing's wrists tightly, trying to pry open that iron-like hand, but the hand didn't budge.
"Cough cough... Let... let go..."
Tang San managed to squeeze out a few words, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
Just then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Beneath Dongfang Jing's feet, a spirit ring slowly rose.
Purple, purple, black, black, black...
Then came red, red, red!
The oppressive aura emanating from Dongfang Jing instantly crushed Tang San's Blue Silver Grass into dust.
Tang San's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face filled with disbelief.
"This...this is impossible!"
"Eight Rings...Contra?!"
"And a 100,000-year-old spirit ring... How did you do that?!"
"The teacher's theory clearly states that there is a limit to the number of years a Soul Master can absorb Soul Rings! How could you possibly break this rule?!"
Tang San's worldview has completely collapsed.
The so-called "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" that Yu Xiaogang taught him were like a pile of dog shit in front of Dongfang Jing!
Dongfang Jing looked at Tang San, who was like a weak chicken in his hands, and said coldly:
Do you think I'd tell you?
"That piece of trash Yu Xiaogang, who can't even break through level 30, is he worthy of being called a theoretical master? Only a bunch of idiots like you would treat him like a treasure."
"Tang San, to be honest, there was no deep-seated hatred between us."
"If you have someone to blame, blame your father who's currently upstairs soliciting prostitutes."
Dongfang Jing pointed to the two-story building next door, his eyes cold:
"If it weren't for him chasing me back then, almost killing me in the forest, your death wouldn't have come so soon."
"The sins of the father must be paid by the son. Don't worry, once I've dealt with you, I'll send your good-for-nothing father down to keep you company."
"Oh, and I won't let your Shrek companions get away with it either. A family should be together."
Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately became anxious.
Although he hated his father for being useless, he couldn't just watch his father die!
We must not implicate our Shrek friends!
"You fiend! Come at me if you dare! Don't lay a hand on my companions!"
Tang San struggled desperately, roaring with bloodshot eyes.
Dongfang Jingxiang must have heard a joke: "Isn't this exactly what I'm doing to you?"
"Don't worry, you can't escape."
"Listen to this…" Dongfang Jing tilted his head, gesturing for Tang San to listen to the commotion upstairs. "Your drunkard father is having quite a good time. His own son is almost being strangled to death, and he's still enjoying himself."
"What a wonderful scene of filial piety and parental love!"
Tang San's heart sank.
Am I really going to die here today?
No! He was not willing to accept it!
He hasn't taken his revenge yet! He hasn't trampled the Spirit Hall under his feet!
Feeling the hand on his neck tightening, the sense of impending death made Tang San completely panic.
His eyes darted around, and suddenly he shouted, "Dongfang Jing! Do you dare to make a bet with me!"
"If... if you lose, you must swear that you will never lay a hand on me or my companions again!"
"If you win, my life... is yours to take!"
This was his last struggle.
As long as the other party agrees to the bet, he has the opportunity to stall for time or use the rules to turn the tables!
However, Dongfang Jing was not buying it at all.
"Alright."
Dongfang Jing interrupted him impatiently, picking at his ear with his other hand.
"You talk too much nonsense. You really are the so-called protagonist of destiny. Even when you're about to die, you still want to play these little tricks."
"However, you've reminded me of something."
Dongfang Jing's eyes suddenly became somewhat profound.
He didn't want to be influenced by any so-called luck or protagonist's halo.
If a fight breaks out here, and some passing expert suddenly jumps out, or this kid suddenly unleashes some life-saving trump card, or even if a god from the higher realms intervenes, then things will be troublesome.
If we're going to kill, we must kill thoroughly and completely!
Thinking of this, Dongfang Jing reached out and grabbed at the air with his empty hand.
A mirror, shimmering with a strange light, materialized out of thin air.
"What's this..."
Tang San looked at the mirror and instinctively felt a surge of fear.
Before he could react, Dongfang Jing grabbed his neck and stepped directly into the mirror.
...
After a dizzying spin.
Tang San felt the scene before him change in an instant.
It was no longer that dark and dirty alley, nor did it have that noisy, bustling atmosphere of the city.
Instead, a bizarre and fantastical world filled with countless shattered shards of glass has emerged.
It was eerily quiet all around; there wasn't even a whisper of wind.
Where is this place?
Tang San struggled to lift his eyelids, trying to see his surroundings clearly.
But the intense feeling of suffocation made his vision go black and his consciousness begin to blur.
"As long as you're in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors, you'll be helpless no matter how much you cry out to heaven or earth."
Dongfang Jing's voice echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly cold and ruthless.
"Here, there is no protagonist's halo, and no god can save you."
"Tang San, die."
Without further ado, Dongfang Jing's fingers tightened abruptly.
"wait...!"
Tang San instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.
He doesn't want to die! He really doesn't want to die!
He has lived two lives, but he has not yet truly made something of himself!
In his previous life in the Tang Sect, he was just an outer disciple who secretly learned the inner sect's secret techniques. In the end, he jumped off a cliff to prove his loyalty and died a miserable death.
In this life, he thought that with the memories of his previous life and twin martial souls, he could become the strongest person in this world, establish his own Tang Sect, and trample all those who looked down on him under his feet.
But now, is it all coming to an end?
In the final moments of his life, many people and many things flashed through Tang San's mind.
He thought of Yu Xiaogang, the teacher he regarded as a father.
"Teacher, your theory... is really useless..."
He then remembered that he had been Chu Nan in both his lives.
Tang San couldn't help but think of Xiao Wu.
The girl who shared a bed with him at Notting College.
"If only I had known... if only I had done it to you sooner..."
Tang San's heart was filled with regret and resentment.
He complained about heaven and earth, about Yu Xiaogang misleading young people, and about Dongfang Jing's ruthlessness.
But what he resented most at that moment was his father, who was still out there having a good time.
"Tang Hao...you piece of trash..."
"Your son is about to be killed, and you're still out there playing around with women..."
"You killed me...it was you..."
He cursed wildly in his mind.
Unfortunately, his vocal cords had been crushed, and he could no longer make any sound.
All that could be heard was a gurgling sound coming from his throat.
Dongfang Jing looked at the boy in his hand, whose eyes were gradually becoming unfocused but were still full of resentment, and felt no emotion.
"Click".
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.
Dongfang Jing twisted his palm forcefully.
Tang San's neck instantly formed an odd angle, and his head drooped limply.
Those bloodshot eyes remained open until death.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
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