Douluo: I Have an Unnamed Law

Chapter 426 Tang San Suffers Torture
"Tang San, you have nowhere to retreat. Any resistance will only add more crimes to your list. Surrender and you might save your life."

One of the elders stepped forward, pointed at Tang San, and spoke in a stern voice.

This man is an elder of the Enforcement Hall, and he is the most qualified to speak on the sect's criminal law.

Saying this wasn't meant to give Tang San a break, but rather to discourage him from following them and save them time.

However, his plan was doomed to fail. Tang San, who was well aware of the rules of the Tang Sect's Xuan Tian Bao Lu, could not possibly be unaware that the other party was bluffing him.

If he were to surrender, he would be subjected to hellish torture.

"Ahhh!!"

Tang San shouted, and his internal energy exploded instantly.

"Everyone be careful, this wretched creature is going to fight like a cornered beast!"

Seeing Tang San's desperate stance, all the experts were wary, and none of them wanted to be the first to step forward and clash with a beast that had nowhere to retreat.

Elder Tang narrowed his eyes slightly. Tang San's current skill level was probably no less than his own. If they were to fight like cornered beasts, the Tang Clan would likely suffer heavy casualties.

"Everyone should be careful and never confront him head-on. He can't maintain this state for long; we'll wear him down."

The elder who was transmitting the skills spoke up in warning, truly not expecting that this young man would possess such formidable internal strength.

However, none of the people present were weak. Even a tiger cannot withstand a pack of wolves, let alone Tang San, whose strength was not much greater than theirs.

Upon hearing this, all the experts present became alert, and each of them secretly produced a Tang Clan hidden weapon.

The Guanyin Tears of Tang Da, the Peacock Feather of the Transmission of Merit Elder, the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles of the Discipline Hall Elder, the Yama's Decree of the Punishment Hall Elder, and the Bodhi Blood of the Sutra Repository Elder.

The other experts also wielded various Tang Clan hidden weapons, all of which were ruthless and capable of killing with a single blow.

These people are all experts in concealed weapons; they can hide their weapons very well yet release them at the first moment.

An eerie silence fell over the scene. Tang San secretly observed the movements of each elder with his Purple Demon Eye, feeling utterly desperate.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

By the way, if I really have returned to the Tang Clan of Bashu, then I should have the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus on me.

Perhaps we can break through the encirclement using the Buddha's Wrath Lotus.

Thinking of this, Tang San's expression suddenly turned ruthless. If it were the Tang San of his first life, his feelings for the Tang Sect would be absolutely genuine. But the Tang San of today is no longer the Tang Sect Tang San; he is now the God King Tang San.

Time will fade all feelings, especially since the Tang Clan members now need to capture him and subject him to severe torture.

“If you had listened to my explanation properly, I might not have done this, but you forced me into this situation.”

Tang San's gaze swept over everyone, and he thought ruthlessly, "All of this is your own fault, don't blame me!"

Tang San took a metal lotus bud from his bosom, and the bud slowly bloomed after being taken out.

Tang Da narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding: "This is bad, it's the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus!"

"Do it!"

In an instant, no one dared to hesitate and they all unleashed their hidden weapons.

The speed was incredibly fast, far beyond what Tang San, a mere amateur, could match. In an instant, it completely entered Tang San's body, piercing through his entire form.

"Ahem!!"

Tang San instantly spat out black blood, and then black blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and his entire body before he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Before the Buddha's Wrath Lotus could be activated, Tang San was instantly killed by a group of hidden weapon masters.

Tang Da stepped forward, took the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus in his hand to examine it, and exclaimed in amazement, "It really is the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus! He actually made the long-lost Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. He is truly a genius."

"What kind of genius is he? He's nothing but a wicked child who stole the sect's secret techniques."

The elder of punishments scoffed. Although the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus was a top-tier hidden weapon of the Tang Clan, no matter what, the other party was still a wicked disciple who had violated the sect's rules and should be punished according to the sect's regulations.

"At this point, there's no use saying anything. The person is already dead, so this matter is over."

"Hmm, this kid got off easy."

No one felt anything as they looked at Tang San's gruesome death.

At this moment, Tang San was covered in black blood, lying in a pool of black blood, his skin black and purple and ulcerated, no longer recognizable as a human.

"Sect Leader, what should we do with this wretched creature's corpse?" one of the elders asked.

Tang sighed and said, "Let's abandon Ghost's Sorrow."

Tang San suddenly woke up with a start, his heart pounding. He looked at his body, which was completely unharmed, but the surroundings were dark and he couldn't see anything.

"I, I'm not dead?"

"It seems to be a dream."

"But, this dream feels so real, or have I been reborn?"

Tang San muttered to himself, trying to move, but found that he was completely bound and could not move at all.

"What's wrong? Why can't I move?"

Whew, the firelight inside the room was lit, and Tang San realized his predicament.

At this moment, Tang San was bound to a cross, his upper body naked, and his lower body wearing the Tang Sect's exclusive prison uniform.

This was a secret room, and in the dim candlelight, Tang San saw all sorts of instruments of torture.

Instantly, Tang San panicked.

Isn’t he dead?
Could it be that I'm not dead, but captured by the elders?

Tang San began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Tap, tap, tap," the steady and rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dimly lit secret room.

An old man, whom Tang San least wanted to see at that moment, emerged from the darkness.

The newcomer was none other than Tang Jie, an elder of the Punishment Hall.

"Tang San, stealing the inner sect's secret techniques is a serious crime within the sect. Today, I will show you what the Tang Sect's rules are."

With that, Tang Jie lit the stove and threw in the soldering iron.

"No, Elder, I didn't steal the knowledge, I really didn't steal the knowledge!"

Tang San struggled, but found that he could not use any internal energy at all.

"Stop struggling. You've been hit by the Qi-Sealing Needle, and your internal energy has already been locked up. If you honestly tell me what's going on, you'll suffer less."

Tang Jie sneered and placed a needle-sized syringe on Tang San's head. The syringe was connected to a bucket of ice water, and drops of water dripped continuously onto Tang San's forehead.

At first, Tang San didn't feel anything, but as time went by, his body began to get cold, and he started to break out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely tormented.

It was at this moment that the branding iron Tang Jie threw into the furnace was finally heated to a crisp.

The red-hot branding iron forms the Chinese character for "thief".

Tang Jie approached Tang San step by step.

"No, no, no, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!"

Bah! ! !
"Ahhhh!!!"

Tang San's shrill screams echoed from the secret chamber, accompanied by the pungent smell of burnt tiger meat.

Tang Jie retrieved the branding iron and threw it back into the furnace.

Tang San fainted completely, the character for "thief" branded on his face, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Splash! A bucket of cold water instantly woke Tang San up.

"Tell me honestly, when did you start secretly learning?"

"I don't."

Tang San's eyes were lifeless, and his voice was extremely weak.

At this moment, Tang San was in excruciating pain, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the burning sensation on his face was constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Still being stubborn? Let's see how long you can keep it up."

Tang Jie untied Tang San, then tied him to the tiger bench and began placing bricks under his feet one by one.

Excruciating pain spread from his legs throughout his body. Tang San's face began to contort, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes rolled back.

(End of this chapter)