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

Chapter 232 Death Show
Gu Yuena slightly raised her jade-like hand, and the seven-colored divine power swirling around her fingertips pierced Tang San's brow like fine needles, flowing slowly along his meridians. Tang San trembled violently, feeling a sharp tearing sensation in his lower abdomen, as if something important had been brutally crushed. An indescribable humiliation and despair instantly overwhelmed him.

"Do you know Dai Hao?" Gu Yuena's voice was light and airy, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "In the human world, he's nothing more than a eunuch now. I plan to let you taste the same thing."

Tang San suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He finally understood what had shattered—his very essence as a man. The intense humiliation made him tremble all over, but he was held firmly in place by the Dragon Suppression Pillar, unable to even roar, only able to let despair surge wildly in his chest.

Gu Yuena looked at his ferocious expression and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "From now on, you can stay in the Star Dou Great Forest with me. Anyway, we're quite bored." As she spoke, she turned and walked into the depths of the dense forest. The luster of her seven-colored divine armor shone faintly among the shadows of the trees, leaving Tang San imprisoned on the Dragon Suppression Pillar, enduring both physical and mental torment.

Gu Yuena's figure had already disappeared into the dense forest, but her voice echoed like a ghost in the clearing: "By the way, don't waste your energy."

She paused, her tone carrying an almost cruel mockery: "This Dragon-Suppressing Pillar not only locks the body, but also the soul. Without my permission, even if you want to end your own life, you can't."

Tang San suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, his despair deepening. He could clearly feel the seven-colored divine power within his body clinging to him like a maggot, neither taking his life nor causing him constant pain of being broken and imprisoned, leaving him unable to live or die.

Gu Yuena's voice came from the depths of the dense forest, calm and devoid of any emotion, yet it made the surrounding air suddenly turn cold: "Everyone, beat him up. One hour each, don't kill him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Holy Dragon King stepped forward first, raising his giant claw and slamming it down on Tang San's back with a whooshing gust of wind. With a muffled thud, Tang San groaned, and the dragon patterns on the Dragon Suppression Pillar shone brightly. Immediately afterward, the Mountain Dragon King, the Water Dragon King, the Wind Dragon King... a whole host of dragon kings stepped forward in turn, their fists, kicks, dragon power, and elemental attacks raining down on Tang San. Each strike precisely avoided vital points, yet was enough to inflict excruciating pain.

Tang San was chained to the pillar, with no room to even curl up, forced to endure each heavy blow. His bones trembled, his wounds tore open, and blood trickled down the pillar, mingling with the dark purple energy aura to create a blinding color. Gu Yuena's figure remained hidden in the forest, only her cold voice occasionally ringing out: "Time it, don't slack off."

When it was Xiong Jun's turn to step forward, a violent red light flashed in the eyes of this burly dark gold dinosaur. Without any extra movements, he suddenly raised his right claw, and the dark gold claw light instantly surged, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space. It was his signature move - the Sky-Tearing Claw!

"Hey!"

The claw's edge grazed Tang San's arm, not directly hitting him, but leaving three deep, bone-revealing gashes on his skin, blood gushing out instantly. Xiong Jun roared, clearly not intending to stop there; his left claw followed closely, unleashing the Sky-Tearing Claw again, this time aiming straight for Tang San's ribs, the claw's force so fierce it caused the air to ripple.
Despite enduring the excruciating pain from the Sky-Tearing Claw, a thought flashed through Tang San's mind amidst the chaos—compared to the battle with the Golden Dragon King in the Forbidden Land of Gods, this Star Dou Great Forest was the true forbidden zone.

While the Golden Dragon King's attacks were indeed ferocious, carrying world-destroying power, they were ultimately a fair fight, with victory or defeat depending solely on the clash of strength and will. But here, Gu Yuena's methods carried a chilling ruthlessness and mockery. She wasn't in a hurry to take his life, but instead used the most humiliating methods to slowly erode his dignity and will to resist, leaving him in endless torment, unable to live or die.

Naturally, no one in the Ming capital would know that such a thing had happened.

Meanwhile, the battle between Wang Dong'er and Tang Wutong is still escalating.
Tang Wutong moved suddenly, and a long sword appeared in her hand. Deep blue lightning patterns flowed on the blade, and the swirling lightning seemed to be alive, flickering and pulsating. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air was distorted into swirling vortexes.

The sky was instantly covered by a dense network of lightning, with streaks of electricity intertwining to form a huge electric net that enveloped the entire sky, the flashing lightning illuminating the world in a ghastly white light.

Wang Dong'er's expression changed drastically. This Tang Wutong actually had a super artifact, and it seemed she was about to kill him.

However, Xia Die, who was resting with her eyes closed in the waiting area of ​​St. Freya Academy, glanced briefly in the direction of Haotian Sect.

His figure vanished without a trace, appearing above the imperial city, where he merely sent a telepathic message to Xu Tianzhen and Kong Deming.

The meaning is simple: if the Haotian Sect still insists on taking action...

So, we just arrested them.

It seems that Tang Wutong is prepared to kill.

Xia Die kept her eyes fixed on Haotian Sect. If the others made a move, she could escape.

But if Xia Die were to make the move, the situation would be completely different.

A long spear slowly materialized in Wang Dong'er's hand from the void—the spear shaft was covered with holy golden patterns, and the five-meter-long shaft was wrapped with intricate divine runes of light. The light emanating from the spear tip was like the rising sun, so dazzling that it almost swallowed up all the surrounding light.

Tang Wutong gripped the Thunder and Lightning Sword tightly, the terrifying power emanating from its blade seemingly capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.

"Azure Thunder Ten Thousand Jun Slash".

With a low shout, countless azure lightning bolts instantly enveloped the sword, slashing down towards its target with earth-shattering force. The azure lightning seemed to possess a life of its own, like a celestial tribulation descending, violently striking towards Wang Dong'er. Wang Dong'er didn't even glance at Tang Wutong; the golden spear in her hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, like a blazing sun rising into the sky. With a swing of her arm, an enormous golden spear blade cleaved out, instantly tearing apart the hard ground and revealing a bottomless abyss.

The golden spear blade, imbued with terrifying power, collided violently with Tang Wutong's sword strike, which was carrying azure lightning.

The moment the two forces collided, the violent energy exploded instantly, and the surrounding void shattered like fragile glass, revealing the deep and chaotic nothingness behind it. The broken spatial fragments turned into streams of light under the impact of the energy, and were then crushed into dust by the aftershocks of the two forces.

Finally, after a deafening roar, the two equally matched forces annihilated each other. The violent energy aftershocks gradually dissipated, and the terrifying power that had just torn through the void receded like a tide, completely vanishing, leaving only a trace of heat and numbness in the air.

Wang Dong'er stared at Wang Dong'er opposite her, and swung her spear forward first.

Tang Wutong, on the other side, did the same, raising her sword to meet the attack.

In an instant, the Thunder Nether Sword and the Holy Spirit Spear clashed violently. The two divine artifacts unleashed terrifying power, with raging lightning and dazzling holy light intertwining and colliding, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently due to this power.

Just then, Wang Dong'er flashed forward, her spear thrusting forward with a sharp gust of wind, forcefully knocking Tang Wutong back several steps.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Dong'er moved again, instantly flashing behind Tang Wutong, and with a lift of her foot, she firmly stepped on Tang Wutong's buttocks.

Tang Wutong immediately lost her balance and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. She flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground hundreds of meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wang Dong'er stepped forward, the tip of her spear steadily pointing at Tang Wutong's neck, while simultaneously pressing her thigh down on Tang Wutong's leg, firmly pinning her to the spot.

"So, Tang Wutong, are you going to admit defeat or not?"

"Hmph, impossible."

Tang Wutong spoke toughly, but her hands were already subtly gathering strength, preparing to make a move.

Wang Dong'er's eyes narrowed, and before she could make a move, she kicked Tang Wutong's leg, using the momentum to flip her over, leaving her face down and unable to move.

Immediately, Wang Dong'er pinned Tang Wutong's hands behind her back, and several shimmering golden threads quickly wrapped around them, binding her wrists tightly. As the threads tightened, they exerted a gentle yet irresistible force, making it impossible for her to move an inch.

Tang Wutong lay on the ground, feeling the golden threads binding her waist tightly and the inescapable pressure on her legs. Her voice was filled with disbelief, astonishment, and resentment: "How could this be..."

Immediately afterward, as the simulated battlefield's light and shadow slowly faded, Wang Dong'er, carrying the bound Tang Wutong, returned to the original arena. The surrounding scenery instantly switched from the lava canyon back to the arena, and the scorching heat and sulfurous smell in the air disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint whispers of the spectators at the edge of the arena.

On the competition stage, the Haotian Sect had suffered a crushing defeat. Tang Wutong lay there, her body covered in wounds, clearly seriously injured. The fighting spirit that had once burned in her eyes had vanished without a trace, leaving only deep dejection and helplessness.

But just then, a tall, fierce figure suddenly appeared in front of Wang Dong'er, its overwhelming aura pressing down like a mountain, rendering her unable to move. Immediately afterward, a thunderous roar exploded in her ears:

"Little girl, don't you know that the Soul Fighting Tournament is supposed to end when you've made a point? How dare you use such ruthless tactics! You're despicable, vicious, and need no discipline. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"

Before the words were even finished, the figure raised his large, fan-like hand and slapped it at Wang Dong'er with a whistling wind, clearly enraged.

The next moment, he witnessed an even more shameless scene.

After Tang Ming finished cursing, he completely ignored Zheng Zhan's reprimand for violating the rules, grabbed Tang Wutong with one hand and pushed her far away, then stomped heavily on the ground.

"boom--!"

The arena collapsed with a crash, unleashing a shockwave of earthy yellow dust and debris. Wang Dong'er remained unharmed, standing before Xia Die. The violent shockwave instantly overwhelmed the soul-guiding shield, shattering it on the spot before spreading outwards at an astonishing speed.

(End of this chapter)