Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 111 The God of Asura Does Not Emphasize Martial Morality

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He looked around blankly; it was still that desolate wilderness. Shi Nian's body lay not far away, already cold.

"Where am I? No... was what I experienced a dream?!"

Tang San was immersed in the enormous difference in experience, muttering to himself, his heart filled with shock.

Everything in the dream felt so real; those emotions and experiences felt like they happened just yesterday.

He subconsciously touched his brow and could clearly feel the presence of a soul bone, which was the ten-thousand-year-old Illusionary Wisdom Skull, which he had now completely absorbed and refined.

His spiritual power not only fully recovered, but was even stronger than before, reaching a level that ordinary Soul Masters could hardly achieve.

More importantly, he clearly retained all the memories from the dream in his mind.

That "fate" without Ye Xuan.

"Xiao Wu... Ning Rongrong... Zhu Zhuqing..."

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Tang San read these names, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

In his dream, these people were the most important people in his life, and Xiao Wu was his wife, with whom he shared life and death.

In reality, Xiao Wu was taken away by Ye Xuan when she was six years old.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also graduated from Shrek Academy and left, and now there is no news of them.

now.

Tang San blamed all the setbacks he had experienced in his life on Ye Xuan.

He finally understood why his romantic path was always full of obstacles, and why the people around him left him one by one.

All of this is because of Ye Xuan!

Ye Xuan changed the original fate, took away his companions, and ruined his life!

"Ye Xuan!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, a crimson light flashing in his eyes.

The sweet moments with Xiao Wu in his dreams, and the battles fought alongside his companions, have now transformed into an overwhelming hatred for Ye Xuan.

He finally realized what kind of life he was supposed to have, and that Ye Xuan had ruined it all!

In the dream, Meng Yiran is not his girlfriend; his wife is Xiao Wu.

In reality, Meng is still his only emotional support, the light in his darkness.

Thinking of this, a strong obsession welled up in Tang San's heart.

"No! I can't lose Yiran again! Absolutely not!"

His experience in the dream made him realize that his talent and potential far exceeded his imagination. As long as he followed the original trajectory, he would surely become a top powerhouse on the continent.

"Asura God..."

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. He could sense that the one who had just saved him was the very deity who had bestowed upon him the inheritance of the Asura God in his dream.

It seems that even though fate has been altered, the God of Asura still chose him.

With the support of the gods, plus decades of combat experience and cultivation insights from his dreams, he will surely be able to defeat Ye Xuan, win back Meng Yiran, and even find Xiao Wu and the others!

Tang San slowly stood up, and his aura underwent a tremendous change.

The initial confusion and frustration vanished, replaced by a profound calmness and determination. His eyes were sharp as knives, and his soul power surged, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

After absorbing the ten-thousand-year-old Illusionary Wisdom Skull, his soul power also broke through, reaching level forty-five Soul Master!

Moreover, he also possessed the Soul Bone skill "Asura Illusion," which, combined with his original mental power, was enough to crush Soul Masters of the same level in mental battles.

"Shi Nian, thank you for this generous gift." Tang San glanced at Shi Nian's corpse, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for Shi Nian's attack, he wouldn't have obtained this soul bone, nor would he have awakened that original memory of destiny.

He turned and walked towards Tiandou City, his steps steady and firm.

He is no longer the impulsive Tang San who acts to show off, but a powerful figure who has integrated decades of experience and insights from his dreams.

He knew that the road ahead would be even more difficult.

Ye Xuan's strength is unfathomable, Prince Xue Xing is plotting against him in the dark, and the threat from the Spirit Hall is ever-present.

But he was no longer afraid, because he knew his own potential and knew that he would surely become a god who looked down on the continent in the future!

"Ye Xuan, our game has only just begun."

Tang San thought to himself.

"You took everything from me, and I will take it back tenfold!"

When Tang San returned to the Blue Tyrant Academy's residence, it was already dusk.

Ye Xuan and Meng Yiran were discussing tactics for the upcoming match in the courtyard. The two stood side by side, focused and in a harmonious atmosphere.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and walked over.

"Xuan Ye, still."

Tang San's voice was calm, yet carried an unprecedented composure.

Ye Xuan and Meng Yiran turned their heads at the same time. When they saw Tang San return, a hint of surprise flashed in Meng Yiran's eyes.

"Tang San? Where have you been? We've been looking for you all afternoon."

Ye Xuan keenly noticed Tang San's change.

He could sense that Tang San's soul power had increased to level 45, his mental power had become exceptionally strong, and his entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic change.

His demeanor was no longer impulsive and restless, but had become profound and reserved, with a sense of world-weariness in his eyes.

"I had some personal business to attend to and went out for a while."

Tang San said calmly, his gaze falling on Meng Yiran with a complex emotion in his eyes.

In his dreams, he has Xiao Wu, but in reality, Meng Yi is still his only concern.

He must protect her and not let her be taken away by anyone else.

Ye Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile.

"It seems that the three Tang brothers have gained quite a lot from this trip."

He could sense the aura of the ten-thousand-year-old soul bone on Tang San's body, and he was secretly surprised.

"How come Shi Nian failed to kill him and instead let him benefit? That doesn't make sense."

His eyes flickered, and he instantly thought of the God of Asura.

It seems that the biased tyrant from the divine realm couldn't resist making a move after all.

However, that doesn't matter.

Even if Tang San obtained a ten-thousand-year-level soul bone, he would still be no match for him.

"It was just a lucky breakthrough."

Tang San responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, meeting Ye Xuan's gaze without the slightest fear.

Meng Yiran looked at Tang San's changes and was filled with doubt.

How could Tang San have undergone such a dramatic change in just one afternoon?

His eyes and his demeanor were completely different from before, as if he had become a different person.

"Now that you're back, get some rest. You have a match tomorrow."

Ye Xuan didn't ask any more questions and turned to Meng Yiran.

"Ranyi, now that Tang San has rejoined the team, you should go back and rest too."

"it is good."

Meng Yiran nodded, gave Tang San a deep look, and then turned and left.

Watching Meng Yiran's departing figure, Tang San clenched his fists tightly.