Chapter 20 Masked Man: I am Tang Chen!
Divine Power Space.
Eternal silence here.
Huge, dark blue rectangular pillars stood in a staggered pattern in the void, stretching all the way to the dark horizon beyond sight.
In this desolate world, there are only two living people.
One of them, dressed in a black robe and wearing a tiger-skin mask, was sitting cross-legged atop the tallest stone pillar.
The other person was bound to a high stone pillar platform below by thick black chains.
"Illusion - Release".
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his right eye. His scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan turned slightly.
Tang Ya, who was bound, trembled violently, and her tightly closed eyes snapped open.
Confusion, dizziness, fear.
Countless negative emotions surged into my mind in an instant.
Tang Ya instinctively tried to struggle and mobilize the soul power within her body.
But the black chains seemed to possess a sealing power; no matter how she tried to activate them, the soul power within her body remained stagnant, without any ripples.
Where...where is this?
She looked around in horror.
The unfamiliar environment was completely different from any other scenery in the Douluo Continent.
She remembered that she had been captured by a masked man in black robes at the shore of Poseidon Lake.
"You're awake."
The deep, hoarse voice came from above.
Tang Ya suddenly looked up, staring intently at the masked man, and shouted, her voice trembling with fear:
"Where am I?! Let me go!"
"I'm a student of Shrek Academy! If they find out I'm missing, the academy will investigate thoroughly! No matter where you run off to, Shrek will not let you get away with it!"
Faced with Tang Ya's threat, Huo Yuhao simply chuckled lightly.
The laughter echoed in the empty space, carrying endless mockery.
Shrek?
Huo Yuhao slowly stood up and looked down at her.
"Little girl, save your energy."
"This is already a world outside of Douluo Continent. It is my own domain."
He stretched out his arms, as if embracing the void.
"In this space, everything is under my control. Not to mention Shrek Academy, even the Dragon God Douluo Mu En would have no chance of finding you."
Moon?!
Tang Ya's heart skipped a beat.
An ordinary person might not know who Moon is.
But as the leader of the Tang Clan and Bei Bei's lover, she knew all too well what that name represented.
That's the ceiling of combat power on the continent today, a level 99 Limit Douluo!
This masked man in front of me doesn't even respect Moon? And he even claims this place is "outside the continent"?
An unprecedented sense of despair enveloped Tang Ya.
Not in Douluo Continent... How is that possible?
Even a titled Douluo, or even a Limit Douluo, could not possibly possess such earth-shattering abilities, right?
Tang Ya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
"Who...who are you?"
"Why did you go through all that trouble to bring me here?"
Huo Yuhao slowly floated down from the height, his black robes fluttering without wind, and finally stopped three meters in front of Tang Ya.
Through the mask, the single, scarlet eye revealed a breathtaking depth.
"My name is..."
"Uchiha Madara."
Tang Ya was stunned. She frantically searched her memory for the names of various sects and historical powerhouses, but she had never heard of this name before.
"Never heard of it?"
Huo Yuhao seemed to see through her thoughts, his voice carrying a hint of vicissitude and mockery.
"That's right, that's a name from a long time ago."
He took a step forward, and his aura suddenly changed.
"Since you are a descendant of the Tang Clan, you should be more aware of my other identity."
Huo Yuhao paused, then uttered the name slowly and deliberately:
"Tang Chen!"
boom!
These two words were like a thunderclap.
Her eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing almost stopped.
"Tang...Tang Chen?!"
"Tang San's great-great-grandfather from ten thousand years ago? One of the three Limit Douluo of that era? The former sect master of the Clear Sky Sect? The inheritor of the Asura God, Tang Chen?!"
How is this possible?!
After the initial shock, Tang Ya's first reaction was that it was absurd.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
She retorted loudly, trying to use reason to expose this lie, "The family records are very clear! Although Tang Chen's ancestor was saved by Tang San's ancestor, his body had already been overdrawn by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, and he died of physical collapse not long after!"
"Who are you?! Stop playing tricks on me!"
Huo Yuhao did not defend himself in the face of Tang Ya's questioning.
He simply stared at her silently, and the Mangekyou Sharingan in his right eye suddenly began to spin wildly.
"The wisdom of mortals is always obscured by so-called 'records'."
"Since you don't believe me, then let me remind you..."
"That belongs to the fear of Asura."
Buzz!
The whole world has changed.
The moment Tang Ya finished speaking, the surrounding blue stone pillars and pitch-black void shattered instantly.
Instead, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared.
The sky turned dark red, and beneath our feet lay countless white bones.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in my ears.
"This...this is..."
Before she could react...
A blood-red crack appeared in the sky.
A colossal, blood-red demonic sword, exuding an aura of world-destroying slaughter, slowly emerged from its tip.
That's... the Asura Demon Sword!
"Accept the sanctions!"
Huo Yuhao's voice came from the sky like divine punishment.
boom!
The demonic sword fell.
The murderous aura, beyond her comprehension, instantly locked onto her.
This is not a power of the mortal realm; this is the judgment of God!
"No--!!"
Tang Ya let out a desperate scream.
But before that colossal sword capable of cleaving the heavens and the earth, her voice seemed so insignificant.
Pfft!
The giant sword fell, cleaving her in two.
Severe pain.
The excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart.
Everything went black before my eyes, and my consciousness faded away.
However, the next second...
Tang Ya suddenly opened her eyes.
To her horror, she found herself standing unharmed in the same spot again.
"Resurrected?"
Before she could even feel relieved, a massive crimson energy slash swept across her.
puff!
Died again.
Once, and again, and again.
In the illusion, time seems to lose its meaning.
Tang Ya has lost count of how many times she has died.
One hundred times?
A thousand times?
The pain of each death is real, and the fear of each rebirth is doubled.
That tremor, originating from the depths of her soul, completely shattered her psychological defenses.
finally.
Just as her consciousness was about to completely collapse and she was on the verge of madness.
"wake up."
A low shout, like a lifeline, pulled her back from hell to reality.
"Huff...huff...huff..."
Tang Ya was panting heavily.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her pupils were unfocused.
"So... I didn't die..."
She raised her head, trembling.
What came into view was still that black-robed man wearing a tiger-skin mask.
But this time, her eyes changed.
It was no longer doubt, no longer anger, but a deep fear and awe.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao was emanating an aura that made her soul tremble.
That was Huo Yuhao's full-force activation of the Outer Path Demonic Statue, combined with illusion techniques, to simulate the "divine pressure".
That aura was desolate, domineering, and full of killing intent, as if the whole world would collapse with just a single thought from him.
Tang Ya had never seen such pure and supreme killing intent in her life.
Even the strongest Mu En in her knowledge seemed insignificant, like a firefly, in the face of this aura.
If he wasn't the inheritor of the Asura God back then, if he wasn't the man who once reigned supreme in the City of Slaughter, how could he possibly possess such an aura?
Huo Yuhao stood with his hands behind his back, a red light flickering in his single eye, his voice indifferent:
"Little girl."
"Now, do you believe me?"
Tang Ya nodded tremblingly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
The space outside of Douluo Continent.
A means that transcends life and death.
An aura that surpasses even that of a Limit Douluo.
All of this was completely beyond her comprehension.
She couldn't think of any other possibility besides that legendary man.
"Junior...Tang Ya...pays respects...Ancestor Tang Chen..."
Looking at the girl who finally lowered her head, Huo Yuhao, behind his mask, curled up a triumphant smile.
It's done.
The aura of the Gedo Mazo, combined with the psychological suggestion of the Sharingan genjutsu.
Fooling a young girl from a third-tier city is a piece of cake.
End of this chapter...