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

Chapter 139 This is called killing someone by destroying their spirit.

Dai Mubai wanted to say something more, but Flander stopped him.

Flanders shook his head, signaling him to stop talking.

Tang San has already endured too much. Further criticism will be futile and may even break him completely.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now," Flander said. "Let Tang San have some peace and quiet. There are still two days until the finals, and we have a lot of things to prepare."

After saying that, Flander and Zhao Wuji turned and left the hall.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the others exchanged glances, then got up and headed towards their rooms.

Inside the hall, only Tang San remained, squatting alone in the corner.

Night was falling.

He didn't know how long he had been squatting there, nor how long he had been crying.

Tears of anguish soaked his clothes, washing away the pain and despair in his heart.

But he knew that crying was useless.

The father was still enduring humiliation in the central square; he could not give up.

Although his teammates criticized him and Meng Yiran left him, he still had a mission to seek revenge.

He slowly stood up, the despair in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a frantic determination.

Spirit Hall! Ye Xuan!

You just wait!

I, Tang San, will definitely come back!

I will rescue my father, I will avenge him, and I will make you all pay a terrible price!

A glint of madness flashed in Tang San's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood.

He turned and walked towards his room.

From this day forward, he will no longer be the spirited and kind-hearted Tang San.

He will transform into a demon, living only for revenge.

With Tang San's departure.

The hotel lobby was quiet again.

In the past two days, Ye Xuan could be seen with a beautiful woman by his side in the streets and alleys of Wuhun City.

Sometimes he would stroll side by side with Hu Liena, who was dressed in fiery red and had her arm linked with his. Her eyes were alluring, and a captivating smile played on her lips. As they whispered to each other, the air was filled with an intense and ambiguous atmosphere.

Sometimes she would walk alongside Xiao Wu, the pink-haired girl skipping ahead, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand. Every now and then she would turn around and offer them to Ye Xuan's lips, her eyes full of dependence and joy, her clear laughter as melodious as silver bells.

Ye Xuan was gentle and doting on both of them. When dealing with Hu Liena, he would patiently listen to her talk about the trivial matters of the team's preparations, raise his hand to brush the fallen leaves from her hair, and run his fingertips across her cheek.

When it comes to Xiaowu, he indulges all her childishness, accompanies her to eat all kinds of snacks, and gently pinches the tip of her nose when she acts coquettishly, his eyes filled with tenderness that could drown water.

These scenes, like needles, pierced Tang San's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Tang San has spent the last two days in agony.

He hid in his hotel room, frantically cultivating to recover his soul power while secretly plotting his revenge plan. However, whenever he went out of his room for some fresh air, he would inevitably see Ye Xuan being intimate with two beauties.

He sat in a teahouse by the street, watching through the window as Ye Xuan draped a coat over Hu Liena, watched the two kiss on the street corner, watched Xiao Wu snuggle into Ye Xuan's arms to share the pastries she had just bought, and watched Ye Xuan bend down to wipe the sugar stains from the corner of Xiao Wu's mouth.

Every scene fueled Tang San's burning jealousy.

"Why should I?" Tang San gripped the teacup tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and the tea spilled over the rim of the cup as he shook it.

"I am the chosen one, destined by heaven! I deserve all of this! Surrounded by beautiful women, blessed with extraordinary talent, and ascending to godhood with ease!"

Images from his memories of becoming a god kept flashing through his mind.

In her memory, Xiao Wu's heart and eyes were filled with him; she sacrificed herself for him and shared life and death with him.

In his memory, although he wasn't surrounded by many beautiful women, every companion was loyal to him. He overcame all obstacles and eventually ascended to godhood with his lover, becoming revered by thousands.

But what about reality?

He faced setbacks everywhere and was abandoned by everyone.

His father was publicly humiliated by Wuhun City, Meng Yiran broke off relations with him, his teammates harbored resentment towards him, and everything that should have belonged to him was taken away by Ye Xuan, a person who appeared out of nowhere!

Tang San's eyes grew increasingly dark, as if they were poisoned.

He was convinced that Ye Xuan was his destined calamity, the culprit who was hindering his path to godhood.

If it weren't for Ye Xuan, Xiao Wu would be his wife, the Spirit Hall wouldn't be targeting him like this, and he wouldn't be in this predicament!

"Ye Xuan..." Tang San gritted his teeth, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred. "I won't let you get away with this! In the finals, I will make sure you are utterly disgraced and taste the pain I have endured!"

His soul power surged wildly within his body. Due to his emotional excitement, the old wound in his chest ached faintly, but he paid no attention to it.

His mind is now consumed by revenge and the desire to reclaim everything that belongs to him.

Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye. The evening before the finals quietly arrived.

Tang San walked out of the inn alone, wanting to familiarize himself with the terrain of Wuhun City one last time, in preparation for a possible rescue of his father.

But as soon as he reached the street corner, he saw a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Ye Xuan was holding Xiao Wu in his arms, standing in front of a lavishly decorated couples' hotel.

The hotel's signboard shimmered with pink light, and pairs of heart sculptures were placed at the entrance, exuding romance and ambiguity everywhere.

Xiao Wu nestled in Ye Xuan's arms, looking up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Brother Ye Xuan, this inn looks so beautiful!"

"Do you like it?" Ye Xuan lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, his voice so tender it could melt water.

"If you like it, we'll stay here."

"Mmm!" Xiao Wu nodded emphatically, a shy yet sweet smile on her face.

Ye Xuan smiled and ruffled her hair, then put his arm around her waist and turned to walk towards the hotel entrance.

As I passed the waiter at the door, he bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with envy.

Just as the two were about to step into the hotel, Ye Xuan seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and his gaze fell precisely on Tang San not far away.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with undisguised provocation.

Instead of loosening his grip on Xiao Wu, he held her even tighter and even leaned down to kiss her cheek, his actions intimate and blatant.

Xiao Wu blushed at his sudden kiss, playfully punched him, but her eyes were full of sweetness.

This scene completely shattered Tang San's psychological defenses.

Looking at Ye Xuan's smug expression and Xiao Wu's happy smile, he felt a surge of blood rush to his head.

Jealousy, anger, resentment, and unwillingness... all these emotions intertwined and erupted like a volcano.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood gushed from Tang San's mouth without warning, staining his chest clothes red.

He staggered back two steps, his body swaying precariously, his face ashen, his eyes filled with unbelievable pain and despair.