Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 142 Tang San Expelled from the God Realm

The scene was the same, but Tang San was no longer the Tang San of his past life. At this moment, Tang San's mind remained as ruthless and vicious as it had been on Douluo Continent. His words were as venomous as a snake's heart, instantly darkening the faces of the surrounding elders.

"Tang San, back then, Tang Lan brought you back to the Tang Clan and raised you with great care. I originally thought you were a promising talent." Tang Da, the head of the Tang Clan, shook his head with some regret. "But I never expected that your true nature would be like this. Oh well, let's just say that my Tang Clan picked up a pile of dung from a cesspool back then and raised it to where it is now."

"No need to waste words with him. Take him back and let him experience the most severe punishments in the Tang Clan."

"Maximum penalty?"

He wanted to use his proud Sea God and Asura Godhood, but discovered that his Martial Soul, Soul Bone, and Godhood had all disappeared.

Tang San was directly strapped to a chair, his hands and feet bound.

An elder raised his hand and slapped Tang San's arm, causing Tang San to let out a shrill scream.

The right arm crumbled bit by bit, and the pain amplified tenfold! It instantly spread through my mind, causing extreme agony.

Tang San's entire body convulsed violently. Then, the elder once again channeled his inner energy, slamming his palms into Tang San's left arm and legs. Tang San's bones and limbs shattered continuously until his body completely disintegrated.

However, he did not die or fall into a coma; he could still feel extreme pain. Although his physical body was shattered, his spirit and soul remained.

Tang San's body quickly recovered, only to be repeatedly shattered by the elders' palm strikes. This was repeated thousands of times!
Tang San was in extreme pain. What tormented him most was that he couldn't fall into a coma. His mind remained highly aroused, and he could clearly feel the extreme pain all the time.

After his body collapsed a thousand times, Tang San's tendons in his hands and feet were severed, and he collapsed to the ground.

Then, the elders took daggers and began to torture Tang San by cutting him into countless pieces, subjecting him to the excruciating pain of slow slicing, cutting off pieces of flesh from his body one by one.

After a thousand cuts, the elders stopped, turned and left, their voices icy.

“Take him back to Ghost's Sorrow. He is unable to move now, so let him wail in agony here for seven days and seven nights, and let him be devoured by eagles until he dies.”

"Oh, and also release some ants. It must endure the agony of being devoured by thousands of ants while being watched over for seven days and seven nights before it dies."

The elders quickly hung Tang San on the Ghost's Sorrow Hall, and before hanging him, they smeared him with honey.

There will be a space at the hanging point so that people can go up and down without falling.

And it contained countless ants, as well as some bees.

Tang San's eyes widened in terror as he saw countless eagles flying towards him, each one looking ravenously hungry.

Countless ants were crawling on my body, as were bees.

"No...don't come any closer!" Tang San was terrified, his whole body trembling.

The next second, Tang San was swallowed up by a dense swarm of eagles, ants, and bees, and he let out a shrill wail.

Countless animals relentlessly gnawed at his flesh, his body, his wounds. After seven days and seven nights, Tang San was on the verge of collapse. For those seven days and seven nights, his body was devoured by eagles, only to regenerate again. Then came the ants gnawing at his heart, followed by bees, and finally, he was torn to pieces. The eagles would then come again, repeating the cycle endlessly, causing him unbearable pain.

Tang San was devastated; the pain was unbearable. He thought he had escaped the Tang Clan's highest punishment by jumping off a cliff in his previous life, but he never expected to experience it again in this life.

"Waaaah..." Tang San broke down in tears, crying alone on the Ghost Sorrow Cliff.

Tang San regretted it: "Waaah, if there's a next life, I'll never steal the sect's treasure records again."

………………

The Falsehood Ranking on Douluo Continent has ended.

Furthermore, the God of Destruction only needed a reason in the future, and now that reason has been given.

This matter will be dealt with after Tang San's punishment is over.

Even after returning to the realm of gods, they had no say in anything.

[The list of hypocrites is complete. The next list, the shamelessness list, will be released one year after the end of the aptitude list. Don't worry, the bottom five won't face divine punishment this time, but the more serious the offense, the more severe the punishment. The top three should take note.]

The far north.

Meng Hongchen asked, "Adie, is Dong'er Tang San's daughter?"

Xia Die said, "It used to be, but it's not anymore. Her daughter is only that person named Tang Wutong."

However, like father, like daughter; we'll see in time.

Currently, there are no records of anything about Huo Yuhao, and the Qiankun Wenqing Valley has not been established.

However? Tang San, you have committed many sins, and you still top the list of shamelessness.

Looking at Meng Hongchen, he said, "Sister Meng, we've finished watching the play. As for his matter, we can talk about it on the way."

Tang Wutong is just like any other daughter, like her father; she is equally shameless and hypocritical.

"okay."

After packing their things, the two decided to continue their journey deeper into the world. Previously, in Douluo Continent, they didn't know how evil soul masters came to be; now they did.

They were all confident in themselves, like sea gods, and began to act.

At Shrek Academy, many students began to drop out, and a few even smashed the statue of Tang San, the Sea God.

But some people at Shrek were rational, though they still refused to believe that the higher-ups thought so.

However, apart from Niu Tian and Titan, the Haotian Sect members were almost in a state of madness, so they naturally couldn't believe this.

Although Da Ming and Er Ming were aware of the situation, it was ultimately Tang San's family matter, and they had no right to interfere.

Although Tang San had given him the order to capture Wang Dong'er.

But for Titan Niu Tian, ​​these are not things they should be involved in.

Some Shrek Academy students dropped out, but one person remained.

Xia Die arrived outside a kind of ruin, where a three-meter-long stone tablet stood before her with the words written on it.

The ancient palace, nestled in a secluded abyss, stands amidst frost-covered walls and icy peaks reflecting the cold sky.

A lonely shadow hangs long, gazing at the passing years; a faint light hides, whispering tales to the heavens.

The broken stele silently guards the events of a thousand years, while the old hall remains empty, bearing the winds of eternity.

New leaders should carry on the legacy of the old, and the ice plains will once again bloom with radiant ambition.
Xia Die stood still, her white dress trembling slightly in the cold wind. Her gaze pierced through the layers of snowflakes, looking at the ruins of the Ice God Temple that seemed on the verge of collapse.

Xia Die slowly extended her right hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the stone door.

Instantly, a bone-chilling cold swept over them, but it had no effect on Xia Die and Bolysia. It did affect Meng Hongchen, as if it were about to sweep her away. But what was even more strange was that this coldness made her mind exceptionally clear.

With a muffled rumble, the stone gate slowly opened, and an ancient and mysterious aura surged in like a tide, mixed with a faint chill, causing Meng Hongchen to shiver involuntarily.

After the group entered, the stone door closed immediately.

The temple before her was enormous, entirely constructed of exquisite ice sculptures, standing tens of thousands of meters tall, even taller than her true form.

Standing before this magnificent hall, the group couldn't help but feel their own insignificance, like a tiny speck of dust.

Upon entering the Ice God Temple, one is greeted by thirty-six massive pillars on each side, firmly supporting the magnificent ceiling. In the very center is a passageway three hundred meters wide, extending straight to the innermost part, at the end of which stands a colossal statue of a god.

The statue was almost indistinguishable from a human woman, with a lifelike face, as if silently telling a story of sorrow, or immersed in some distant memory.

There are also statues of Titan Snow Demon King, Ice Snow Maiden, and Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion.

Her beautiful, clear eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, captivating anyone who looked into them.

As a race with the bloodline of the Ice God, they naturally have the right to exist in this matter.

On the walls of the hall, runes and murals intertwine, shimmering with a faint light, seemingly containing endless mysteries; while those murals vividly depict the legendary life of the ice sculpture, from her birth and growth to her various deeds in the world, and her great image of protecting all living beings.

Each painting is incredibly vivid, as if transporting the viewer to a distant era, a land of ice and snow. The scenes depicted are not created by ordinary people, but by gods.

The great divine power from the ancient ice god.

On the screen, the weather is constantly changing. Thick, ink-like clouds surge in like a tide, completely obscuring the sky, as if even the sunlight is too shy to show itself.

Suddenly, the group realized they had been observing the painting for too long and were absorbing its contents. It was only a temporary mental entry, and it did not cause much harm to their bodies.

The gods radiated a dazzling light, like stars in the sky, twinkling in the darkness yet exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

Their figures varied; some were tall and imposing, like towering mountains inspiring awe; others were light and graceful, like spirits in the clouds. Regardless of their stature, they all exuded a powerful aura, as if everything in the world was under their control.

Those mythical beasts were as large as mountains, their scales shimmering with a mysterious, eerie light, each as big as a house. Their eyes were like burning pools of blood, radiating endless ferocity and rage, their enormous bodies appearing and disappearing in the clouds, their movements accompanied by the changing winds and clouds.

They opened their enormous mouths and let out a deafening roar, the sound waves sweeping in like a tidal wave, causing mountains to crack and the earth to collapse wherever they went.

However, the gods were not afraid and each displayed their own supernatural powers.

Polycia whispered in Xia Die's ear, "Sister, this isn't the scene in Dragon Valley."

Xia Die nodded and said, "That's true, but it's more of a scene involving the Ice God."

They never imagined that this place was a scene of dragon god war.

After the Dragon God fell, he used his divine power to create this place.

The distant land should have been above, but as the continent changed and time passed, it descended underground.

The far north, influenced by the frost power left behind by the Ice God, has transformed into the current spectacular landscape of extreme cold and snow.

(End of this chapter)