Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

The chill emanating from Leosley's gauntlets intensified, swirling icy blue vortexes in his palms. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, snowflakes lingering in the cold wind, creating a still image. Tang San's body was completely enveloped in the chill; white mist could be seen escaping from his lips with each breath, and even his eyelashes were covered in a thin layer of frost.

Leosley slowly took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet cracking with a crisp sound as fissures spread rapidly like a spiderweb. His gaze was fixed on Tang San, his icy blue pupils devoid of any emotion, as if everything was under his control.

Tang San's hands fell limply to his sides, the Shura Sword stuck in the ground behind him, its blade completely covered in frost, having lost its former luster, looking as if it had resigned itself to its fate.

"Won?"

Chen Xin asked incredulously.

"Uncle Jian, do you really want this battle to continue?"

"Feng Zhi, do you really think he'll fall so easily? Tang San isn't the kind of person who'll just sit and wait to die."

“Uncle Jian, look at that chilling aura. Even the Asura Sword is frozen solid. Tang San’s soul power has been completely suppressed. No matter how many tricks he has up his sleeve, he can’t use them in this environment.”

"That's true. But I still think it's a bit too fast."

But seeing Tang San's hand gestures, Ning Fengzhi suddenly remembered something.

Damn it, this guy still has some strength left?
"Watch out, Tang San is about to launch a surprise attack!"

At this moment, Shui Bing'er and the others realized what was happening.

"Master (Teacher)!"

At this moment, Tang San was enveloped in swirling white mist, as if he were in a mysterious aura. In his hand, the Xuan Jade, like condensed essence, held a crystal-clear drop of water, like a pearl about to fall. Above his head, three enormous mist flowers quietly converged, demonstrating that the Tang Sect's Xuan Tian Gong had reached the supreme realm—the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

"Die! Guanyin sheds tears!" Tang San's face was contorted with rage, like a cheetah in a storm. His long-suppressed anger finally erupted with unparalleled ferocity. Every move he made was a meticulous preparation for this fatal blow.

Even Tang San himself couldn't fully grasp the principle behind this move. He only knew that using this technique was his path to life and death. When his gaze fell upon Leiosli, who was less than a few steps away, he knew in his heart that this was the greatest and last chance he could seize.

Immediately, Tang San mobilized all his divine power, transforming it into a drop of milky-white water. This was not merely a drop of water, but a condensation of his entire energy, containing unparalleled power. In that instant, the three flowers above his head twinkled like stars. As the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique reached its peak, Tang San unleashed the Tang Sect's number one single-target destructive hidden weapon, Guanyin's Tears!

Whoosh-!
In an instant, the water droplet in Tang San's hand vanished into thin air like a buried lightning bolt. "Ignore defense, never miss!" This is the true meaning of Guanyin's Tears; even Guanyin Bodhisattva sheds tears for it. How could Leosley withstand this attack?
Tang San's eyes gleamed with pride. The conditions for using Guanyin's Tears were extremely demanding. The Xuan Yu Hand, Controlling Crane and Capturing Dragon, and Ghost Shadow Misty Steps all needed to be cultivated to their extremes, and the Xuan Tian Gong also needed to reach its peak in order to achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

More importantly, this attack was destined to exhaust all of Tang San's divine power.

"No!~"

Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed in surprise. They tried to rush forward to stop them, but it was too late.

"The Duke."

Higewen also looked over with some concern.

Can.
Guanyin has tears, but they can shatter Leosley's brain and soul!

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but burst into laughter.

My long-cherished wish has finally come true!
The water droplet traced a strange arc in the air before disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

Leosley's eyes narrowed, and a burst of cold energy erupted from his right fist, attempting to freeze the droplet of water. However, the droplet seemed completely unaffected, silently appearing on Leosley's forehead the next moment.

"This...this is..." Chen Xin was shocked. He drew his long sword instantly, but was unable to provide support due to the great distance.

Ning Fengzhi was also so frightened by Tang San's sudden move that he was speechless.

This is going to be a loss! But Leosley remained calm, merely glancing indifferently at Guanyin with tears in her eyes, as if he already knew what was going to happen.

Just as the water droplets were about to touch his forehead, a violent explosion rang out.

A huge ice-blue vortex suddenly appeared around Leosley, and water droplets burst open at the center of the vortex, turning into a thick cloud of white mist.

Chen Xin paused, his longsword still in his hand, his eyes filled with confusion. He glanced at Ning Fengzhi and noticed that Ning Fengzhi's expression was equally grave.

Although Ning Fengzhi knew that Tang San would launch a surprise attack, he did not expect that Tang San could use such a move.

This is divine power!
"How could this be? Impossible! How could the ultimate techniques of my Tang Clan be useless?" Tang San said with a look of unwillingness.

His body trembled violently, and his eyes were bloodshot with resentment and anger.

His ultimate move didn't work?

Tang San gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"Could it be...could it be that you weren't hurt?"

Tang San was filled with terror; these were tears from Guanyin!

"Yes."

Leosley remained expressionless, the icy blue vortex around his body still spinning.

After the water droplets exploded, they turned into a thick cloud of white mist, which could not spread outward even slightly due to the suppression of the icy blue vortex.

The white mist danced in the cold wind, but because of the invisible chill, it could not touch Leosley's body.

Leosley stood rooted to the spot, the chill emanating from his right fist growing ever stronger, causing the surrounding air to frost over. His gaze remained fixed on Tang San, as if he wanted to freeze him into an ice sculpture.

Tang San's body had become stiff from the cold, and his divine power had long been exhausted, leaving only his last strength to keep his body from collapsing to the ground.

"What kind of move is this..." His voice became intermittent due to weakness, and each word almost exhausted his strength.

"I don't know how to explain it to you, but since you're going, I'll do it."

Leosley was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "From now on, you should go out and see more of the world, instead of always clinging to the past."

I don't know what Tang San was thinking. Everyone else "takes the essence and discards the dross," but Tang San "takes the dross and discards the essence."

He thought that after so many changes in the plot, there would at least be some progress, but unexpectedly...
In the end, it was still a secret technique of the Tang Clan.

"So, bye!"

Leosley raised his fist, the blade sending a chill through the air as it whistled past in the cold wind.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Seeing the fist coming straight at him, a hint of resentment and despair flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Tang San was heartbroken and motionless; there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart! (End of Chapter)