Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Tiny ice crystals began to fall from the air, like the first snow of winter, light and silent. But these ice crystals did not form naturally; they spread from Leosley's feet, gradually covering the entire battlefield.

Like winter snowflakes, ice crystals silently spread from Lyosley's feet, covering the entire battlefield. Each crystal shimmered with a faint light, as if telling a story of some ancient and mysterious power. The air froze in that instant, the chill seeping into every corner, making even breathing difficult.

Tang San's legs were beginning to go numb, and he could feel his steps growing heavier and heavier. With each lift of his leg, an invisible resistance pulled him, as if trying to nail his feet firmly to the ground. His hands gripped the Shura Sword tightly, the blood-red patterns on its blade appearing even more eerie against the backdrop of the ice crystals. His gaze remained resolute, but a sense of powerlessness was beginning to creep into his heart.

"I can't wait any longer!" Tang San gritted his teeth inwardly. He knew that if he didn't take action soon, he might not even have a chance to make a move.

"Aren't you going to take action?"

Perhaps out of a past reverence for life, or perhaps wanting to try out the kind of teasing that Vilette had with pure water sprites, Leosley never made the first move and simply waited quietly for Tang San to attack.

However, Tang San had now lost all patience and no longer wanted to wait passively like this.

"Leosley! Die!" Tang San roared, his voice shaking the surroundings. The muscles in his arms were taut, the veins bulging, and the Shura Sword in his hand exuded a chilling killing intent.

The power granted to him by the Asura Godhood surged to its peak at this moment. He could feel his body being torn apart by a powerful force. His eyes turned bloodshot, and the sweat on his forehead was frozen by the surrounding cold air before it could even fall, turning into tiny ice particles.

As Tang San finished speaking, a deafening explosion resounded across the battlefield. The explosion sounded like the final struggle of some creature on the verge of death, filled with boundless resentment!

The explosions echoed across the battlefield, vibrating everyone's eardrums. A suffocating tension filled the air, as if the entire world had frozen in time. Ice crystals continued to fall silently, but amidst the explosions, everything else seemed insignificant.

Leosley slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips lightly touching the air with a hint of nonchalance. Icy blue aura emanated from his fingertips, meandering and stretching along the airflow, like an invisible giant hand, silently enveloping the entire battlefield.

The falling ice crystals swirled around him, as if summoned by some mysterious force, gradually gathering into a thin layer of icy mist that enveloped his entire being.

Tang San's attack abruptly halted the moment he approached Leiosli. The blade of the Shura Sword was only inches away from Leiosli's throat, but it was firmly blocked by an invisible ice wall.

The crimson patterns on the sword were particularly glaring against the reflection of the ice wall, as if mocking Tang San's incompetence.

Leosley remained standing, his expression indifferent. His gaze lightly swept across Tang San's face, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if everything before him was nothing more than an insignificant game.

The ice wall stood silently in front of him, its crystal-clear surface reflecting Tang San's distorted face, conveying a sense of irony.

Tang San clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound, as if he wanted to chew up all the resentment and anger in his heart.

Why? He's become a god, so why can't he defeat Leosley?

He's worked so hard; how much has he sacrificed and lost in order to become a god?

Everyone says that becoming a god can resurrect the dead, but what actually happened?
It's one thing that Tang Xiao's burial place is unknown, but Xiao Wu's spirit rings are still intact, yet she can't be resurrected. What kind of situation is this?
He went to Tang Hao's grave, but it was no use. And why hasn't the Clear Sky Sect come to his aid yet?
Isn't he a member of the Haotian Sect?
Tang San didn't understand.

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Tang Chen, who was far away at the Clear Sky Sect, naturally already knew about this news, and he was not surprised at all that Tang San had become a god.

But expecting him to help Tang San is absolutely impossible.

"Sect Master, now that Tang San's Tang Clan has gone to help the Star Luo Empire, should we..." Tang Ziyi stood in the center of the hall, his expression solemn. Before he finished speaking, his gaze had already fallen on Tang Chen, as if waiting for the sect master, who had weathered many storms, to give clear instructions.

After a moment of silence, Tang Chen slowly raised his head, looked at Tang Ziyi, and said calmly, "Let the Tang Clan do what they want. What do they have to do with us?"

"But Tang San has become a god now, shouldn't we lend a hand? That way, the Clear Sky Sect can also benefit."

Tang Yuran hesitated for a moment before speaking. He originally wanted to say "meritorious service in helping the dragon rise to power". They had treated Tang Hao's family so badly before. Now, even if they didn't help them in their time of need, they could at least add to their good fortune. Tang San wouldn't settle scores with them, would he?

Of course, the main reason is that they can't beat Tang San after he becomes a god.

Even with Tang Chen present, it was still the same.

The difference between humans and gods is enormous.

Tang Chen sat in the center of the main hall of the Haotian Sect, behind him the heavy bronze doors. Outside, a cold wind howled, swirling up a few withered leaves that pattered softly against the doors. Inside, the candlelight flickered, casting varying shadows on his face, making his weathered features appear even more profound and unfathomable. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of his chair, a slow and steady rhythm, as if he were deep in thought.

Tang Ziyi stood in the center of the hall, his gaze occasionally glancing at Tang Chen, a hint of anxiety and unease in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking again: "Sect Master, even if we don't help Tang San, we should at least state our position. Otherwise, if he really wins, the Clear Sky Sect might..."

Tang Chen was stunned for a moment.

Can Tang San win?

What kind of joke is this about the mainland?

Others may not know how strong Leosley is, but does he not know?

Do you really think he's not coming out of retirement now for some reason?
Tang Chen's fingers stopped tapping, and the hall fell silent, broken only by the faint flickering of the candlelight and the howling of the cold wind outside. His gaze slowly swept over everyone in the hall, his deep eyes seeming to see right through them.

Tang Ziyi felt the invisible pressure, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He subconsciously lowered his head, no longer daring to look Tang Chen in the eye. Tang Yuran pursed his lips and clenched his fists slightly, clearly somewhat nervous.

After a moment, Tang Chen spoke slowly, his voice low and steady: "Do you really understand Leosley's strength?" (End of Chapter)