Tang San felt a loud buzzing in his head.
His vision went black for a moment, and his body suddenly lurched forward.
His internal energy surged backward, and he almost suffered a qi deviation on the spot.
Humiliation, anger, despair.
All the emotions completely overwhelmed Tang San's reason in that instant.
He no longer cared about being a prisoner.
Tang San suddenly raised his head and stared intently in the direction of the God Emperor's Palace.
He started yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs.
"Qianyu!"
"You beast!"
Tang San's voice had long since become hoarse from shouting.
The sound it made was like a tattered rag being vigorously rubbed on a rough stone.
You'll die a horrible death!
Tang San twisted his body like a madman.
Even though the excruciating pain in his collarbone made him break out in a cold sweat, he didn't care at all.
The roar of impotent rage echoed continuously outside the gates of the divine realm.
Due to his extreme emotional state, Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood with every word he uttered.
In the square near the gate.
A Celestial Hunter clad in silver armor is approaching.
He is the guard responsible for the morning shift patrol.
As soon as they reached the vicinity of the gate, they heard Tang San's hysterical shouting and cursing.
The hunter stopped and turned to look at Tang San, who was tied to the pillar.
He frowned, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
The hunter turned around and strode towards the pillar.
He was carrying a long black whip in his hand.
The long whip was covered with dense barbs, gleaming with a chilling light.
The hunter walked up to the pillar and stopped.
He stopped less than half a meter away from Tang San, looking down at him.
"Still making a fuss here?"
The hunter's face was full of contempt.
Without saying a word, he raised his right arm.
With a sudden flick of the wrist, the muscles in the arm tensed instantly.
The black whip lashed out in the air in an extremely vicious semicircle.
The long whip whistled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
The hunter lashed out with his whip, striking Tang San hard across the face.
Snap!
The crisp sound of flesh cracking echoed across the empty square.
A deep, bloody gash instantly appeared on the left side of Tang San's face.
The scar stretched from his forehead down to his chin.
The flesh was turned inside out, and you could even see the stark white bones inside.
The immense force sent Tang San's head tilting to the side.
Two blood-stained molars flew out of his mouth.
The tooth, mixed with blood, fell onto the jade floor with a thud.
Tang San's cursing stopped abruptly.
His head was ringing from the blows, and all he could hear was a sharp ringing in his ears.
The hunter flicked his long whip.
The blood droplets on the barbs immediately splattered onto the pillar next to them.
He stretched out his left hand and pointed it at Tang San's nose without any politeness.
"Shut up!"
"Who do you think you are, daring to address the God Emperor by his name!"
The hunter stepped forward and kicked Tang San in the shinbone.
Tang San let out a muffled groan, and his body began to shake violently.
The chains scraped against the bones, making a teeth-grinding sound.
"Yesterday, the Lord showed great mercy and spared your life, but he has left you hanging here."
"That's to make you reflect on your actions."
"Does he really think he's something special?"
The hunter raised his whip once more.
He tapped Tang San's other intact cheek with the barbed tip of his whip.
The sharp barbs on the whip scratched Tang San's skin, leaving a string of tiny beads of blood.
"Shut your stinking mouth tightly."
"Dare to disrespect the God Emperor again."
"I'll just take a knife and cut your tongue out to feed the divine beast!"
The hunter spat fiercely at Tang San's feet.
He put away his whip, turned around, and continued patrolling along the edge of the square.
Blood dripped from Tang San's chin.
Warm blood splattered onto his tattered clothes, quickly spreading out.
The burning pain on his face brought Tang San back to his senses from his rage.
The festering flesh on his cheek was twitching uncontrollably.
Tang San was panting heavily.
Every breath he took pulled at the wound on his collarbone, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Although in his heart he wished he could tear that hunter to pieces on the spot.
But the reality is that he doesn't even have the strength to break free from these chains.
Not to mention risking his life against Qianyu.
After being brutally beaten, Tang San had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
He lowered his head in humiliation, the veins on his neck bulging.
His disheveled hair fell down, completely obscuring his face.
Only the sound of blood dripping from her hair onto her feet continued.
But beneath that layer of darkness...
Tang San clenched his remaining teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Deep within those bloodshot eyes, a venomous light gleamed.
Tang San rested his chin on the rough iron chain.
The blood had long since stained the tattered cloth on his chest completely dark red.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.
The beating he just received had left his left cheek swollen badly.
Waves of excruciating pain, like flesh being torn apart, assaulted my brain.
He watched the hunter's retreating figure.
The resentment in his eyes almost burst forth from his eye sockets.
But he quickly suppressed this emotion with great willpower.
"I can't just give up like this..."
"Absolutely not!"
Tang San roared madly in his heart.
He questioned himself again and again in his heart.
Do they really want to be hung on this pillar like an animal until they die?
Are we really going to just stand by and watch Qianyu turn the God Realm into a harem where she reigns supreme?
No!
He was absolutely unwilling to accept this.
Even now, even if Qianyu has reduced me to dust and stripped me of all glory.
He will surely be able to get back on his feet.
"I still have memories of my past life in the Tang Clan!"
This is Tang San's unique treasure, and no one can take it away from him.
The gods of this world only know how to rely on their divine positions and martial spirits.
They have no idea what true internal martial arts are.
He could recite every ancient book in the Tang Clan's outer library by heart.
Every word of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu's general outline was engraved deep within his soul.
Tang San closed his eyes and began to examine his body, which was riddled with holes.
Although his martial spirit was destroyed and his divine position was shattered, he attempted to rebuild the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
The condition revealed by internal inspection was truly appalling.
The source of the Blue Silver Emperor was forcibly severed by Qian Yu, and even its roots were burned to ashes.
The spirit mark of the Clear Sky Hammer was smashed into powder, leaving no trace.
The power of the Asura God King that originally resided in his dantian had long since vanished.
The barrier in his dantian was shattered, like a broken pottery jar smashed by a heavy hammer.
Even the backlash from the shattering of his divine position shattered his major meridian pulses into pieces.
The Ren meridian was severed in three places.
The Du meridian is completely blocked.
The Chong meridian and Dai meridian are covered with countless cracks.
If this physical condition were in any deity, they would only be waiting to die.
But Tang San was determined to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
Internal martial arts techniques do not require external bestowal, nor do they value divine favor.
It relies on its own breathing and the circulation of Qi through the meridians.
The most distinctive feature of the Mysterious Heaven Skill is its continuous cycle of renewal, breaking down and rebuilding.
As long as his physical body is not completely destroyed and his bones remain resilient, the meridian diagram will remain.
He needs to be patient.
King Goujian of Yue endured hardship and humiliation, while Han Xin suffered the disgrace of crawling between someone's legs.
Those who achieve great things must swallow humiliations that ordinary people cannot.
(End of chapter)