Chapter 307: Bibi Dong and Tang San Meet
Qian Renchuan approached that dazzling crimson hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. Soul beasts only produce spirit rings and spirit bones when slain by humans. In the process that destroyed Tang Chen, through poison and Shura Godforce, Qian Renchuan also played his part, pouring formidable soul power into three King of Hell's Posts, firing them into Tang Chen's body.
Tang Tian and Tang Hu were both heartbroken. Their grand elder had died, even dropping a hundred-thousand-year ring and a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone, which the Holy Son of Spirit Hall—very likely the next Supreme Pontiff—would absorb. They had yet to realize the matter of divine inheritance, so in their eyes, once Qian Renchuan took charge of Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Clan might have to lie low for a hundred years before it could possibly be rebuilt.
Qian Renchuan fixed his gaze on that hundred-thousand-year ring. Once he adjusted himself to peak condition, he sat cross-legged. Extending his left hand, he activated his Slaughter Angel martial spirit, and with a single thought, that ring settled around him.
A terrifying rush of energy from the hundred-thousand-year ring, carrying an extremely domineering aura, surged straight into Qian Renchuan's body. In that instant, if not for all his prior tempering, he might have been destroyed outright.
Although the seventh ring on Qian Renchuan's Blue Silver Emperor was also a hundred-thousand-year ring (obtained through risking his life to absorb a god-bestowed ring), obtaining a ring from a hunted spirit beast was on a completely different difficulty level compared to a god-bestowed ring. When absorbing a god-bestowed ring, no matter its final year count, the power remained gentle. But any spirit beast at the hundred-thousand-year stage was no simple creature. The force erupting from the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's ring was extraordinarily ferocious.
Furthermore, it bore boundless resentment. The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, slain by Qian Xunji's Angelic Light, clearly loathed Qian Xunji to the extreme. Meanwhile, Tang Chen, merged with the Bat King, was brought down by Qian Renchuan's trickery. Before death, Tang Chen learned Qian Renchuan was the one who poisoned the Slaughter City—leading him to eradicate the entire Clear Sky Clan. Then he misunderstood his own great-grandson, only to discover Qian Renchuan would one day wipe out the Tang family's bloodline. The fury and hatred in his heart soared to devastating heights.
Thus the ring held the shared grudges of the Bat King and Tang Chen. Qian Renchuan had barely withstood its first wave before being shaken so hard that blood seeped from his seven orifices, his body trembling violently. Within his spiritual sea echoed their united roars, the sky-high malice and hatred.
"Angelic Light."
Just when Qian Renchuan felt he could no longer bear it, his father Qian Xunji's voice rang in his ears. Instantly, it was as if the crushing pressure in his spiritual sea abated. Where before the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's spirit ring had seemed tyrannical, like fire against water or ice meeting charcoal, it was now forced to withdraw. Its rampaging ferocity melted away beneath the solemn Angelic Light, just as ice under sunlight. Tang Chen and the Bat King no longer rampaged through Qian Renchuan's spiritual domain; instead they halted in place, shrieking in pain as they were slowly dissolved.
Enveloped by Angelic Light, Qian Renchuan was like a sun in the midst of an ocean. His body, on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized. Golden radiance flowed over him, and his breathing evened out. The churning dark-red energy likewise quieted.
"Lucky that Xiaoxue has Angelic Godgear; without such help, an eighth ring at the hundred-thousand-year level would have been lethal."
Qian Xunji stood beside Qian Renchuan, arms folded behind his back, relieved to see him absorbing the spirit ring smoothly. Qian Renchuan had three hundred-thousand-year spirit bones, plus an external bone, at rank seventy-nine soul power. Even so, he'd barely survived absorbing this ring. Once upon a time, he'd had the notion that Qian Renxue could take a hundred-thousand-year ring as her seventh ring. That was practically sending her to her death.
Some kilometers away from the Clear Sky Clan, in a small woodland area, Tang San—having lost half his life from Tang Chen's single slap—slowly stirred, regaining consciousness. Three purple and four black rings lit at his feet, summoning his Blue Silver King martial spirit. His fourth, fifth, and sixth rings flickered continually, healing his injuries.
At the moment, Tang San's appearance was somewhat dreadful. The force of Tang Chen's slap had been enormous, a bit more and he could have been killed on the spot. Both eyes were thoroughly bloodshot, nose running with blood, teeth all knocked out, and blood dribbling from his mouth.
Worst hurt was his face. Thanks to the two god-bestowed rings that evolved his Blue Silver King spirit—adding cosmetic enhancements—he'd become quite handsome, but now he was asymmetrical, his facial bones wholly dislocated, and a sharp, clear handprint remained across his features.
If Tang San's right side face had been like a melon seed shape, then the left was like a wedge, even an irregular wedge, with a portion sunken in. His left eye couldn't fully open—half his face was ruined.
Seeing only the right side, he was still a handsome youth; seeing the left side alone, he looked odd. Together, in darkness, he was like a monster.
After several hours, Tang San finally climbed to his feet, teeth regrown, the red in his eyes faded, but his warped face wouldn't revert. The Blue Silver King's healing ability was insufficient to mend bone trauma. Moreover, Tang Chen hadn't actually destroyed any bone—he'd simply reshaped it.
"Aaaah… aaaaah—!"
Tang San suddenly let out tortured howls, near-substantial resentment pouring from his body. Two streams of tears fell from his eyes, dropping like pearls off a snapped string, conveying his anguish.
It wasn't that Tang San couldn't cry. In his previous lifetime, he'd shed tears multiple times—when he learned of his mother's sacrifice from Tang Hao, when Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, then the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Blue Bull Python sacrificed themselves, then Bo Saixi's sacrifice. For Tang San, whenever family, mother, lover, brothers, or great-grandmother perished, he would weep.
And now, the Clear Sky Clan was annihilated, his father Tang Hao and uncle Tang Xiao had died in battle, his great-grandfather Tang Chen had slapped him out of the clan, leaving Tang San entirely alone and carrying baseless blame. Suffering this torment, how could he not cry aloud in this secluded place, exposing his most fragile side?
"Spirit Hall!! Spirit Hall!! Spirit Hall!!! Rakshasa God!! Rakshasa God!!"
He raged to the sky, calling upon the Rakshasa God. He'd lost any chance at the Shura God, Sea God legacies. Only Rakshasa God remained. The pain he suffered, the hatred he bore—was that not enough to catch the Rakshasa God's attention?
"And what makes you think your petty suffering compares to mine? Long time no see… Tang San."
Tang San's body stiffened. At some point, a tall, full-figured woman with an icy expression, supremely beautiful countenance appeared before him. He knew that face all too well.
"Bibi Dong."
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