Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 219 Tang San's First Time Devouring Life
The enormous Haotian Hammer appeared out of thin air. When the terrifying pressure rushed towards him, Shi Nian suddenly realized what was happening, but it was too late to dodge.

With a loud "boom," the Haotian Hammer slammed heavily onto him.

"Pfft—" He only had time to cough up a mouthful of blood mixed with his internal organs before his consciousness completely dissipated, his internal organs shattered into dust.

This Soul Saint, who enjoys torturing geniuses, made his biggest mistake by underestimating his enemies and letting his guard down while enjoying the painful struggles of his prey.

Otherwise, in the original story, he wouldn't have only used Nightmare, a single soul skill, and been so easily killed by Tang San.

Moreover, the one making the move is Tang Hao, a Super Douluo. A sneak attack from a Super Douluo is something that a level 72 Soul Saint, who is not good at defense, can't withstand.

After Tang Hao landed a successful blow, he immediately grabbed Shi Nian and Tang San, who were barely clinging to life, with his left and right hands respectively, and retreated away from Tian Dou City.

"Puff-"

In a secluded valley dozens of miles away from Heaven Dou City, Tang Hao casually discarded Shi Nian on the ground and placed Tang San on a platform to the side.

At this moment, even though Tang San was too weak to maintain his soul skill, he was still not awake. He was trembling, covered in cold sweat, and had an expression of extreme pain on his face. He was also occasionally muttering incoherently.

"No, I'm not an animal," Tang Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Xiao Wu, how could you be defiled by someone?" Tang Hao asked with a strange expression.

"Mother, why do you call him master?"

"wake up!!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened in anger, and with a roar, his powerful soul force, accompanied by a mental shockwave, surged straight into Tang San's mind.

"what!"

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted beyond recognition, and he roared from his throat.

He instinctively touched his throat and chest, and only after confirming that he was not injured did he begin to breathe heavily.

"Father, Father?" His unfocused gaze finally sharpened. "I, I've broken free?"

"Snapped--"

Tang Hao slapped him to the ground, coldly watching his son who seemed to have gone mad. Who knows what this guy saw in his nightmare?

Xiao Wu is one thing, but what about Ah Yin? It's obvious he's being cheated on, isn't it? This is infuriating!

Sure enough, this soul-possessing demon was actually trying to get involved in other people's schemes against Xiao Wu, and even dragged him into it.

"Trash! A mere illusion has shattered your Dao heart? How could my son, Tang Hao's son, be so easily defeated!"

Tang San struggled to his feet, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. His keen senses told him that he had escaped the illusion.

His lips trembled, "Father, I can't do anything about Shi Nian's soul skills."

"Shut up!" Tang Hao kicked him in the chest, knocking him over again. "Do you know that you just had evil thoughts and inner demons? If I hadn't intervened in time, your mind and spirit would have been corrupted long ago."

"What, do you want to turn yourself into a madman?"

Tang San clutched his chest, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Thank you for saving me, Father."

"Hmph." Tang Hao took a deep breath and stared at Tang San, saying, "Remember the philosophy of the Clear Sky Hammer."

Patient, but not cowardly; fierce, but not reckless.

If you possessed that pride, if you firmly believed you were in an illusion, and remained steadfast, unburdened by the scenery before you, how could you have been trapped by a mere illusion, nearly losing your composure?

"Yes, Father." Tang San humbly accepted the instruction.

In her heart, she cursed, "Easy for you to say! If your mother were still alive, would you try watching helplessly as she fawned over another man? Let's see if you could hold your ground and not lose your composure!"

Fortunately, it was the effect of Shi Nian's soul skill.
It's so strange, in my nightmares I always see Ling Qianyao as the main character. This guy is indeed the most dangerous enemy in my heart.

The woman who so humiliated and abused my father and me deserves to die.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, pointed at Shi Nian and said, "This guy is barely hanging on by a thread. If he wants to vent, he can go."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and he began to pant heavily. He stared at Shi Nian, who was lying on the ground on the verge of death, with a look of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Old Dog!"

That damned guy dared to let me see such a thing. If my father hadn't intervened in time, I would probably have been trapped in that endless nightmare forever.

God knows how desperate he felt, having repeatedly experienced that scene. Even now, just recalling Xiao Wu's image in his mind makes him feel unable to bear looking at her.

Although it was a nightmare, the feeling was so real that he didn't want to see Xiao Wu for the time being.

Eight spider spears burst out from his back as if out of control, while dark red blue silver grass slithered around his body like venomous snakes and thorns.

Tang Hao watched coldly as Tang San walked step by step toward Shi Nian.

At this moment, Tang San needed to vent his anger. If he couldn't kill Shi Nian with his own hands, he was really afraid that his son's newly emerging evil thoughts would continue to erode his mind.

We haven't even returned to the sect yet; we can't bring back a mentally ill person with a dark side.

"Pfft-"

The eight spider spears pierced Shi Nian's limbs and heart, injecting a deadly poison instantly. His body began to convulse violently, and his face quickly turned bluish-purple.

Tang San bent down and placed one hand on Shi Nian's forehead, his eyes filled with murderous intent. This kind of bastard deserves to lose his life completely and be reduced to ashes!
"Fourth Soul Skill - Blood Vine Devouring Essence!"

Dark red vines spread from his palm and burrowed into Shi Nian's seven orifices. Shi Nian's eyes widened suddenly, and his body withered away at a visible speed.

At the same time, Tang San felt waves of life force and soul power flowing into his body through the Blue Silver Vine and the Eight Spider Spears.

The feeling of fullness made him groan with satisfaction. At the same time, Shi Nian's body quickly lost its vitality and eventually turned into a dried-up corpse.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, his face showing shock. He was about to say something when his eyes flickered, and he chose to remain silent.

"42, 43," Tang Hao silently recited in his mind, his fists clenching involuntarily. He was very familiar with this ability to strengthen himself by absorbing the life force and soul power of others.

The cultivation methods of fallen soul masters, such as Tang San's martial soul and the inherent attribute abilities of the Eight Spider Lances, are even purer than those of fallen soul masters.

To be honest, his son was practically a born fallen soul master.

"45 is enough!" he shouted.

"Ok?"

Tang San was startled, his face still showing a hint of lingering satisfaction. He subconsciously glanced at Shi Nian, who had already turned into a dried-up corpse.

He then looked down at his palm, where dark red energy fluctuations still lingered. He had never imagined that his Blue Silver Grass could so domineeringly plunder the life energy of others.

After absorbing the energy of the past year, the soul power in his body increased significantly, and even the injuries on his body began to heal at an accelerated pace.

"level 45?"

A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. In a short time, he had actually raised his soul power by four levels! Wasn't that much faster than honestly cultivating?
And the feeling of devouring life is just too wonderful!

(End of this chapter)