Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow as his punch missed its mark.

Under Zhao Wuji's fifth soul skill, a heavy gravity appeared around them, squeezing Tang San towards Zhao Wuji.

Tang San finally recovered and felt like he had escaped from danger.

Ye Qiu pursed his lips.

He was somewhat annoyed by Zhao Wuji's meddling.

His cold eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light.

Want to leave?!

Today, he's determined to teach Tang San a lesson he won't forget!

The soul power within Ye Qiu began to surge continuously.

It was as if it were about to materialize.

suddenly……

A crimson light shone on Tang San's face.

His expression immediately changed drastically: "What is this thing?!"

Zhao Wuji was momentarily distracted, and his fifth spirit ring dimmed again.

"Brother Dai! What's that?!" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard and nudged Dai Mubai next to him.

"Stop pushing, you fatso! I saw it!" Dai Mubai was also shocked by what he saw.

Ye Qiu was enveloped by a blood-red skeleton, with a thick bony arm extending from behind him.

A gigantic, blood-red hand appeared in Tang San's panicked eyes.

He grabbed it and held it firmly in his hand!

They intercepted him on his way to Zhao Wuji.

"Ah!" The blood-red palm grew stronger and stronger, and Tang San's eyes showed fear.

"Ye Qiu! Let me go... or else... ah!"

"Noisy!"

Susanoo exerted force suddenly, causing blood to spill from Tang San's mouth and his bones to crack.

My chest is being compressed, making it hard to breathe...

"Ye Qiu! Tang San can't be hurt..." Zhao Wuji's expression was solemn.

"I know!" Ye Qiu replied calmly.

Zhao Wuji's expression was just beginning to soften.

Unexpectedly, while Ye Qiu was speaking, he controlled that arm and lifted Tang San high up.

Then he threw it with all his might towards the ground!

Bang!

The wooden planks covering the ground cracked open, revealing the soil underneath.

"Cough pfft..."

Tang San was so shocked by the impact that his internal organs were shaken, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which stained his clothes red.

The giant hand clenched into a fist and slammed down on Tang San.

Bang! Tang San raised his arms to block, but was hit directly in the chest.

A tearing pain shot through his hand bones, and his ribs, which had just returned to their original position, broke again.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

This finally brought Zhao Wuji back to his senses.

"Ye Qiu! That's enough!"

Bang!

Ye Qiu shook his head and continued to control the giant fist as it fell.

A deep pit appeared in the soil beneath the wooden plank, and Tang San lay there, his fate unknown.

"Don't go too far!" Zhao Wuji's eyelids twitched.

Tang San's life is truly tragic.

Even Oscar, who was sitting calmly to the side, was swallowing hard.

He silently reminded himself that he must never provoke Ye Qiu again!

"I'm just trying to prevent this kind of ambush from happening again on the rest of the journey."

Ye Qiu coldly watched Tang San, who was now motionless, his face covered in blood, and he was being pressed into a crater by Susanoo's giant fist.

"That's enough now! He's already passed out..." Zhao Wuji, several meters tall, slowly walked towards Ye Qiu.

"Yes, that's enough..." Ye Qiu nodded lightly.

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the ground sank.

Ye Qiu, controlling Susanoo, delivered another punch to the half-dead Tang San.

"Ye Qiu!"

Zhao Wuji roared in anger.

This is practically a blatant provocation!

He, Acala, is not one to passively accept his fate!

This Tang San is a matter of life and death for him and Flander's entire family.

If pushed too far, he wouldn't care about being the future son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...

"Don't get agitated, I'm just checking if he's faking it..."

"Cough pfft~"

Tang San's remaining consciousness picked up Ye Qiu's voice.

He coughed a few more times, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

Ye Qiu glanced at him calmly, and the blood-red skeleton around his body began to slowly dissipate.

The entire hotel returned to calm.

Zhao Wuji angrily dispelled the martial spirit possession.

Without time to pay attention to Ye Qiu, they quickly dug Tang San out of the pit.

He was already suffering from internal injuries that hadn't fully healed, and now his body was even more broken and deformed from the beating.

"Little Ao! Sausages! Hurry..."

"Come on, come on!"

Oscar quickly summoned his martial spirit and created the sausage.

Zhao Wuji took the sausage.

I'm already getting tired of this sausage-stuffing job.

They pried open Tang San's mouth and forcefully shoved the object inside.

Regardless of whether it was digestible or not, Tang San raised his head and swallowed the sword directly down his throat!

You need to vent all the resentment and dissatisfaction in your heart at once.

Ye Qiu's lips twitched.

This Fudo Myo-ō really has no patience.

He keenly sensed that Tang San seemed to be struggling.

She seemed to be struggling to breathe, her eyes rolling back.

My legs straightened involuntarily, as if even my toes were exerting force.

The body tenses up, then relaxes.

It fell silent completely, clearly having passed away.

"Xiao Qiu~ Are you alright?"

The matter was settled, and Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu ran over and began to explore him.

"It's nothing!" Ye Qiu waved his hand dismissively.

Without the support of hidden weapons and cultivation techniques, Tang San would only be a level 31 Soul Master.

Moreover, the martial soul he is currently cultivating is Blue Silver Grass.