Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Chen Xin was startled by Ning Fengzhi's question.

"You mean Tang San will settle scores with us?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent, simply looking at Chen Xin and awaiting his answer.

"Indeed, we tricked him so badly back then, and now he's using his hidden weapons against his army. It would be unreasonable for him not to fight us back."

Ning Fengzhi smiled silently, watching Chen Xin quietly.

"That's right. If we can't kill Tang San, then who can?"

Ning Fengzhi had learned about the ranks of gods and their general abilities from ancient books, from which he could roughly deduce the divine position that Tang San would inherit.

After all, if a trace is left, there will inevitably be a record.

Even God is like this.

Just like Tang San after he became a god in the original story, no matter how much he tried to exterminate the Angelic Martial Soul, there would still be people with the Angelic Martial Soul ten thousand years later.

The Killing City is mysterious to outsiders, but if your intelligence network is strong enough, you can actually find out what's going on inside.

Even the astute Ning Fengzhi deduced some clues from this.

If a domain can seal the soul skill of one person, that can be described as a domain effect. But if it's one hundred or one thousand people, then a domain can't do it.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi felt that since Tang San had become a god, even if he gathered the power of the entire sect, he would not be a match for him. So, instead of fighting himself, it would be better to use external forces.

Leosley's gauntlets gleamed coldly in the chill. He glanced at Tang San, his fists already gathering power.

Whether it's "a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit" or "to show the utmost respect to the opponent," Leosley showed no mercy this time.

Leosley stood in the center of the icy blue vortex, the chilling aura emanating from his gauntlets like layers of frost armor encircling his arms, gleaming with a cold sharpness. His gaze was deep, like the glaciers of the far north, indifferent and ruthless. The surrounding air was filled with a biting cold, snowflakes swirling around him, only to be frozen in mid-air by the invisible chill, forming crystal-clear ice flowers.

At this moment, Tang San seized an opportunity and took out a cylindrical object from his soul tool.

Xuan Tie itself is not a particularly rare material. It is easier to make than Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus and Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, but over the years, only four have been made.

"I refuse to believe you can get hurt at this close range."

Tang San pressed one of the buttons, and the Peacock Feather made a cocking sound before quickly unfolding.

When the peacock feather unfolded, it resembled a magnificent feathered robe. Each feather shimmered with a dark red light, the aura of the Asura Sword. Tang San's fingers gently traced the surface of the feathers, each exuding a sharp, chilling aura.

"This thing..."

Leosley's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

It's just the same few things from beginning to end. Tang San isn't annoyed, but he's getting annoyed.

As Tang San pressed the second button, the needle-shaped hidden weapons within the Peacock Feather's mechanism shot out instantly, raining down on Leosley like a storm. The dark red blades sliced ​​through the air, tearing through the fabric with a sharp whistling sound.

"go to hell!"

The two are now less than a meter apart!
Leosley watched as the Peacock Feather projectile hurtled towards him, his eyes showing no sign of panic. He leaned forward slightly, and his fists suddenly unleashed an invisible surge of icy energy that spread outwards from him, enveloping the entire battlefield in a chilling aura. Under the pressure of the icy energy, the needle-shaped projectiles pierced the air, unable to advance even an inch further.

"How could this be?"

Upon seeing this, Tang San's eyes flashed with shock and resentment, and fine beads of sweat once again appeared on his forehead.

The peacock feather was his last trump card, yet it still failed to harm Leosley.

Leosley stood there expressionless, the cold air emanating from him and spreading in all directions. The ground cracked open with fine fissures as it could not withstand the chill, and the snowflakes danced more violently in the cold wind.

Leosley looked at Tang San with a mixture of pity and mockery in his eyes: "Is this your final killing move?" He slowly raised his right fist, the chill on the gauntlet growing stronger, and the surrounding air condensed into frost because of this coldness.

Tang San's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something. However, his divine power was almost depleted, and under the pressure of the cold air, it was barely able to circulate. His face turned as pale as paper from the invasion of the cold air, and a hint of despair was faintly revealed between his brows.

"Why."

Tang San's voice gradually lowered, a hint of helplessness and resentment flashing in his eyes.

Yes, I'm not reconciled.

Leosley clenched his fists again, his icy blue pupils instantly transforming into two deep vortexes. The surrounding air seemed to be drawn by the chill emanating from him, forming a powerful suction that drew all the peacock feather needle-shaped hidden weapons towards him.

"Since you've made your decision, then..."

He swung his right fist out suddenly, the blade carrying a chilling aura, aiming at Tang San. Under Leiosli's counter-control, the peacock feather needle-shaped hidden weapon pierced towards Tang San at an even faster speed.

"No no no."

Tang San was horrified at the sight. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again, and his face turned as pale as paper from the chill. He tried to mobilize his divine power, but found that his meridians seemed to be frozen, and the flow of his divine power became extremely slow.

"Why……"

Tang San's voice gradually lowered, a hint of helplessness and resentment flashing in his eyes.

Yes, I'm not reconciled.

Leosley's fist stopped just a step away from Tang San, and the peacock feather needle-shaped hidden weapon also halted in mid-air, at the same height as Leosley's fist. Tang San looked up, meeting Leosley's cold gaze, and a strange despair rose in his heart.

"Why...why can't I hit you?"

Tang San's body stiffened slightly, and the resentment and despair in his eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.

Although his tone remained stubborn, a sense of despair was already spreading in his eyes, like frost in the cold winter, slowly eroding his will.

Leosley's fist hovered in mid-air, a thin layer of frost forming on his gauntlets from the icy blue aura. His gaze was cold and stern as he stared at Tang San through the falling snowflakes, as if awaiting a predetermined ending.

Tang San's legs trembled slightly, and his body gradually stiffened under the chill. His fingers gripped the hilt of the Shura Sword tightly, his fingertips turning white and his knuckles slightly blue from the excessive force.

However, the blade of the Asura Sword was covered in frost, and the dark red light was completely extinguished, leaving only a cold metallic luster.

Leosley didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well say that his soul power was weak and powerless, but his elemental power was the best in the world, could he?
Honkai energy is omnipotent!
"I don't know how to explain it to you, but now, it's time to say goodbye, Tang San." (End of Chapter)