Chapter 142 Tang San is dead! The might of the White Tiger! Qian Renxue misses Lu Ming!
Tiandou City, Ye Family Mansion.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was as heavy as a stagnant pool.
Tang San and Xiao Wu stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the still-present golden list of characters in the sky.
Qian Renxue, sixth place.
These words were like a sharp knife piercing Tang San's heart.
"Level 141... Half-step God King..."
Tang San's knuckles were white as he gripped the Trident of the Sea God, and his face was extremely pale.
Although he has now inherited two divine positions and considers himself the number one person below the gods, he still feels uneasy when facing this level.
Xiao Wu bit her lip, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
The images playing on the screen, the interactions between Qian Renxue and her master named Lu Ming, made her feel a pang of sadness.
That feeling of being cherished and pampered is something every woman would envy.
Xiao Wu secretly glanced at Tang San beside her.
Although her third brother treated her very well, he was even willing to give his life for her.
But for some reason, looking at Lu Ming, who was gentle and refined and had extraordinary abilities, she always felt that her third brother was missing something.
That composure, that calmness that makes you not care even if the sky falls, is something Tang San doesn't possess.
Tang San was completely oblivious to Xiao Wu's little schemes at this moment.
He was sweating profusely.
"Since this canopy can expose Qian Renxue, will it expose me too?"
"If the world knew what I did in the City of Slaughter, and about the Soul-Devouring Beasts..."
Tang San felt extremely guilty.
He had to do something to divert attention and establish his authority, proving that he was the true chosen one of this era.
Tang San turned his gaze to the giant beast blocking the entrance to the Ye family's main hall.
It was a snow-white tiger, enormous in size, lying there lazily, yet exuding a chilling aura of power.
This is a pet that Lu Ming casually left at the Ye family's house to guard the property.
"Get out of the way!"
Tang San slammed the Sea God Trident heavily into the ground, producing a loud boom.
"The Ye family is harboring criminals of the Haotian Sect. Today, I am here on behalf of my father to cleanse the family of this traitor. Anyone who dares to obstruct me will be killed without mercy!"
Ye Qingxian and her family huddled behind the white tiger, their faces pale, but their eyes held a stubbornness.
The white tiger slowly opened its eyes, its pale golden pupils filled with contempt.
It yawned, completely disregarding the so-called dual-god successor before it.
This dismissive attitude thoroughly enraged Tang San.
"You beast, you're asking for death!"
Tang San's eyes flashed with killing intent, red light surged behind him, and the Asura Divine Sword appeared out of thin air.
Since you're panicking, then use absolute violence to cover it up.
"Asura Judgment!"
Tang San roared, his blood-red longsword slicing through the void with world-destroying divine power, heading straight for the White Tiger's head.
He used all his strength in that attack.
It even triggered the rules of heaven and earth, wanting to kill this ignorant beast with one blow and shock the entire scene.
Xiao Wu gasped and instinctively covered her mouth.
The Ye family members were so frightened that they closed their eyes.
However.
Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, the white tiger merely raised its front paws impatiently.
There were no fancy moves.
He simply slapped her across the face.
boom!
A muffled thud was heard.
The originally menacing Asura sword energy shattered instantly upon contact with the tiger's claw, like an egg hitting a rock.
Immediately afterwards, the huge tiger claw continued its momentum and slammed down hard on Tang San.
Bang!
Tang San was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward and crashing hard into the Ye family's wall.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
"Cough cough..."
Tang San struggled to get up from the ruins, his face covered in blood, his eyes almost bulging out.
"This...how is this possible?"
"I am the King of Gods!"
"With two divine positions, how could I possibly be unable to defeat even a beast?"
He couldn't accept this reality.
This is not only a crushing defeat in terms of strength, but also a trampling on his self-esteem.
The white tiger slowly stood up, shook its fur, and still looked at an ant with the same gaze it had when looking at a worm.
"roar--"
A low growl.
The white tiger flashed, so fast that even its afterimage was not visible.
The next second, a huge claw was already pressed down on Tang San's chest.
"No!"
Tang San screamed in terror, desperately trying to unleash the divine power within his body to resist.
But that claw was incredibly heavy, carrying a power of rules that filled him with despair.
Click!
The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.
Tang San's chest caved in instantly, and he gushed blood from his mouth, mixed with pieces of broken internal organs.
"Third Brother!"
Xiao Wu let out a shrill scream and tried to rush over, but was knocked to the ground by an invisible wave of air.
Ye Qingxian and the rest of the Ye family were dumbfounded.
That's the legendary successor of the Sea God and the Asura God!
How could this white tiger swat me around like a fly?
The light in Tang San's eyes began to fade. He couldn't understand how he, the chosen one, could die at the hands of a beast.
Pfft!
The white tiger exerted a little force.
This once arrogant leader of the Tang Sect, the soul of Shrek Academy, has breathed his last.
His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.
The white tiger disgustedly flicked the blood off its paws, then turned its gaze to Xiao Wu, who was slumped on the ground.
Its enormous head tilted slightly, as if it were thinking about something.
Then, it picked up the terrified Xiao Wu in its mouth, as if it were carrying a rag doll.
The master was short of a maid to serve tea and water, and this rabbit would do just fine.
...
Jialing Pass, the main camp of the Martial Soul Empire.
Inside the magnificent hall, there was a deathly silence.
Qian Renxue stood on the high platform, looking up at the words "sixth place," her beautiful face full of astonishment.
"sixth..."
"I'm only ranked sixth?"
She was somewhat dazed.
Level 141, half-step God King—this was a realm she never dared to dream of.
But on this list, it can't even make it into the top five?
"What kind of monsters are at the front of the line?"
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, her hand holding the scepter trembling slightly.
She had always thought that her power as the Rakshasa God was enough to sweep across the world, but now it seemed that she was simply looking down on things from the bottom of a well.
"Xue'er".
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her voice a little hoarse.
"Who exactly is your master?"
Qian Renxue did not answer; her gaze was drawn to the image that reappeared on the sky.
Those were all the little things she and Lu Ming had shared.
In the scene, Lu Ming defied the rules of heaven and earth for her sake, and his majestic figure was deeply imprinted in her heart.
Upon seeing these again, Qian Renxue's eyes reddened slightly.
"master..."
She really missed him.
The longing surged like a tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"I want to see him."
Qian Renxue murmured to herself.
Bibi Dong felt a mix of emotions as she looked at her daughter.
But at the same time, a strong sense of curiosity and longing also arose in her heart.
Who exactly is this man named Lu Ming, who can train such a disciple and casually produce divine artifacts?
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