Chapter 141 New Life
"You..."
Tang San wiped the mud and saliva off his face.
He glanced into the distance.
Navelette didn't even turn around.
Is that powerful figure no longer involved in matters here?
Even the divine realm is no longer concerned?
Tang San's expression changed.
From the previous blankness and fear, it turned into a hysterical ferocity.
Since the higher-ups are no longer concerned.
Here, in this quagmire, I am still the sea god!
I'm still the winner!
"You want to kill me?"
Tang San stood up unsteadily.
He reached out and grasped the trident of Neptune, which was stuck in the mud beside him.
That's a divine artifact.
It weighs 108,000 jin.
At this moment, however, it felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead in his hands.
His current physical condition is less than one-tenth of what it was in his prime.
But so what?
The two women opposite him were in a worse situation than him!
"Since you're courting death, then I'll send you to meet the King of Hell!"
Tang San gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled out the trident.
A large amount of mud was stirred up and splashed all over him.
"Drink it!"
Qian Renxue climbed out of the mud pit.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in her knees, she grabbed a handful of pebbles from the ground and hurled them at Tang San's face.
This is the fighting style of street thugs.
But in the moment when divine power is exhausted, this is the most effective attack.
Tang San instinctively raised his arm to cover himself.
Bang!
Qian Renxue rushed into his arms like a madwoman.
She opened her mouth and bit down on Tang San's neck.
Teeth pierced the skin, and blood splattered.
"Oh! Are you born in the Year of the Dog?!"
Tang San roared in pain, clenched his left fist, and slammed it into Qian Renxue's temple with a bang.
Qian Renxue was dizzy from the beating, but she still clenched her teeth tightly.
"Let go! Let go of me!"
Tang San has gone mad.
He dropped the trident and grabbed Qian Renxue by the neck with both hands.
The two deities, who were once high above, were now like two wild beasts fighting over carrion, rolling and tearing at each other in the stinking mud.
"Go to hell!!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
His fingers touched the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.
That was his last trump card.
Several bone-piercing nails appeared between his fingers.
At this point, the two sides are engaged in close-quarters combat, so there is no need for aiming.
Puff puff puff!
The bone-piercing nail pierced Qian Renxue's back without any resistance, all the way down to the hilt.
The highly toxic substance spread instantly.
Qian Renxue's body convulsed violently, and the force of her bite finally loosened.
Tang San slammed his knee into her abdominal wound, sending her flying.
Qian Renxue rolled several times on the ground, then lay on her back with black blood foam continuously gushing from her mouth.
"Huff... huff..."
Tang San knelt on the ground, clutching the bleeding wound on his neck.
He looked at Qian Renxue, who was lying on the ground, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Trying to fight me? You're still too green!"
However.
Before he could even catch his breath...
A gust of wind came from behind my head.
That was Bibi Dong.
This Rakshasa God gave Tang San absolutely no chance to catch his breath.
One of her hands had transformed into a massive, purplish-black scythe; though its light had dimmed, it remained incredibly sharp.
"Pay for my Xue'er's life!!"
Bibi Dong's voice was sharp and piercing.
The sickle swept across.
Tang San only had time to make an extremely embarrassing head-lowering gesture.
brush!
A chill ran down my scalp.
A large strand of blue-gold hair was neatly cut off and flew everywhere.
A large chunk of his scalp was also shaved off, and blood instantly flowed all over his face, covering one of Tang San's eyes.
"Old hag!!"
Tang San's vision was blood red.
He disregarded his image and rolled eighteen times on the spot to avoid Bibi Dong's successive trampling.
Bibi Dong's feet stomped heavily on the muddy ground, splashing mud that stung Tang San's face.
"I'll tear you to pieces!!"
Bibi Dong's eyes rolled back, leaving only a small black dot in the center of her pupils.
She has been completely consumed by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God, turning into a machine that only knows how to kill.
She lunged at Tang San without any defense.
It's a style of play that trades blows entirely.
Tang San was driven to the brink of despair.
"You forced me to do this...you forced me to do this!!"
Tang San's facial features were displaced.
He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.
A mouthful of golden-red blood essence was sprayed onto the Trident of Poseidon.
This is burning the very source.
It is about whether he can continue to be the foundation of God after he has overdrawn his resources.
But I can't worry about that now.
Even if they win, they can still barely survive.
If we lose, we'll just end up here as a pile of rotten flesh.
"Poseidon...Twilight!!"
Tang San roared.
This is not a true Ragnarok at all.
There was no divine resonance, no ocean blessing.
This was just a blow he delivered by using brute force and sacrificing his life force.
The trident shone with a pale golden light.
The light was filled with an ominous, blood-red hue.
Bibi Dong neither dodged nor avoided.
Her scythe aimed straight for Tang San's heart.
puff!
Click!
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.
Bibi Dong's scythe pierced Tang San's right chest and became lodged between his ribs.
Tang San's trident, propelled by the force of the impact, pierced deeply into Bibi Dong's abdomen.
The massive halberd blade pierced through her body, protruding from her lower back.
"Well..."
Bibi Dong's movements stopped.
She looked down at the massive metal blade that had pierced through her body.
He made a muffled, bubbly sound.
Tang San wasn't much better off.
His right chest was ripped open, and you could even see his lungs beating inside.
But he smiled.
Because he can still stand.
Bibi Dong had already knelt down.
"Drink...drink..."
Tang San gripped the halberd shaft with both hands and twisted it forcefully.
"ah!!"
Bibi Dong let out a shrill scream, her whole body curling up into a shrimp from the pain.
"Go to hell!"
Tang San raised his foot and kicked Bibi Dong in the face.
Bibi Dong fell backward, her body twitched a few times, and then she remained still.
He did not die.
God's vitality is very strong.
But these two "gods" have completely lost their fighting ability at this moment.
Only Tang San was still standing.
It was on the verge of collapse.
But he was still standing.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins could be heard.
Tang San, leaning on his trident, looked like an old man on his deathbed, panting heavily.
With each breath, a mist of blood would spurt from the wound in his chest.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
A morbid excitement filled his mind.
He looked around.
Qian Renxue lay in the mud pit, her fate unknown.
Bibi Dong was nailed to the ground, barely clinging to life.
Only him.
Only Tang San remained standing.
"We won..."
Tang San's chapped lips twitched slightly.
Then, the sound grew louder and louder.
"I won..."
"I won!!!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching roar at the empty sky.
"I am the final victor!!"
"No one can defeat me! Not the God Realm! Not the Spirit Hall! No one can defeat me, Tang San!!"
He smiled.
He laughed so hard that tears and snot streamed down his face.
His face, covered in blood and mud, was contorted into a grotesque and ridiculous shape.
"Hahahaha...cough cough...hahaha!"
He coughed violently, spitting out large clots of blood, but he was still laughing.
This is the laughter of a king!
This is the glory of the sea god!
So what if those two monsters are strong?
In the final battle, wasn't it me, Tang San, who stood until the very end?
As long as I live, I am justice, and I am the writer of history!
Tang San felt he had reached his peak.
He slowly turned around.
He wanted to see where that arrogant man was right now.
He wanted to shout at that retreating figure: "See that? This is my power!"
Tang San's gaze pierced through layers of ruins.
Passing through the corpses scattered on the ground.
Look towards the horizon.
In that extremely far place.
In that place where sunlight and shadow meet.
The figures of Villette and Funina had become two tiny black dots, no bigger than sesame seeds.
They walked very slowly.
Very relaxed.
Like a nobleman who has just finished an outing and is strolling home.
From beginning to end.
There was no turning back.
Even just once.
Even if Tang San fought to the death here, shouting until he was hoarse.
Even if he burned his very essence and risked his life.
The two figures remained at their original rhythm.
They didn't even pause for half a second.
Tang San's maniacal laughter froze on his face like a block of frozen lard.
The wind blew by.
It swirled up a few withered leaves and drifted past Tang San's eyes.
That kind of absolute, complete disregard.
It was like an invisible giant hand slapping him hard across the face.
That feeling was ten thousand times more painful than when Bibi Dong's scythe pierced his chest.
turn out to be...
I am not important.
I am not important to them.
I am no different from the mud on the ground, from Bibi Dong, or from Qian Renxue.
It's just roadside trash.
You don't even need to look at it twice.
"Well..."
Tang San let out a sob.
He had just raised his arms to show off his victory when it felt as if all the bones had been pulled out of him in an instant.
The trident of Poseidon crashed to the ground with a thud.
Tang San stared blankly at the two black dots that were about to disappear on the horizon.
The light in his eyes was completely extinguished.
His arms hung limply at his sides, swaying slightly as his body trembled.
The wind in the wilderness has stopped.
It didn't gradually subside; rather, it felt like an invisible hand had suddenly choked its throat.
Tang San's fingers, hanging limply at his sides, continued to twitch unconsciously. The emptiness of losing everything overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. His gaze was unfocused, still blankly staring at the two figures on the horizon that had already...
The black dots that disappeared at the bottom.
It's good that they're gone.
As long as I survive...
"You're saying you won?"
A voice suddenly exploded in my ear.
There was no sign of spatial fluctuations, no whistling sound of soul power tearing through the air. The sound was as if it were being struck directly on Tang San's auditory ossicles, clear, steady, and carrying an indifferent air of examining a specimen.
Tang San's hair stood on end in that instant, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on his skin.
My heart stopped for a moment, then began to pound wildly, as if it were about to shatter my sternum.
Thump, thump, thump.
He stiffly turned his neck, his cervical spine making a cracking sound.
A pair of spotless black leather shoes stopped half a meter in front of his muddy vision.
My gaze followed the crisp trousers upwards.
Navilette stood there, hands on his scepter, looking down at the creature that had just crawled out of the mud. Furnessa stood beside him, a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, her brow furrowed.
A hand was constantly waving in front of it, as if trying to dispel some non-existent stench.
"Ugh," Furina shrank back in disgust. "Naviette, are you sure we want to waste our time in this garbage dump? It really stinks."
Ignoring Funina's complaints, Vilette calmly gazed at Tang San with her pale purple vertical pupils.
Just a second ago, they were several kilometers away.
And now, they're back.
This almost manipulative control over the laws of space shattered Tang San's sliver of hope in an instant.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Navelette tilted her head slightly, her long blue and white hair sliding down her shoulder. "Weren't you shouting very loudly just now? Victor?"
Tang San opened his mouth.
It felt like there was a handful of sand stuck in my throat, so dry that I couldn't make a sound.
He instinctively gripped the trident of Poseidon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
"I..." Tang San's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a piece of rusty iron scraping against the ground.
"It looks terrible."
Navelette shook her head.
He raised his scepter, pointed at Tang San, then at Qian Renxue lying like a dead dog in the distance, and at Bibi Dong kneeling on the ground, barely clinging to life.
"Is this what they call 'God'?"
There was no anger in Villette's tone, only the regret of seeing flies on a delicate dish. "Covered in excrement and piss, a bloody mess, like three wild dogs fighting over rotting flesh. To execute them at this time..."
you..."
He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"...You're giving me too much face, and you're not giving me any face at all."
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
Execution?
"What do you want to do!"
Tang San let out a low growl and instinctively retreated, trying to create distance.
Navilette smiled.
That was the first time Tang San saw this man smile.
It has no warmth whatsoever, only a pure, perverse sense of humor belonging to those in power.
"Killing you requires a bit of ritual."
Navelette raised her right hand, palm up.
The water molecules in the surrounding air instantly surged.
"Since you like calling yourselves gods so much, then die in your prime. That might make this trial seem a little more formal."
The moment the words fell.
Navelette's hand clenched tightly.
boom!
Three thick columns of water shot up from the ground without warning, precisely engulfing Tang San, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong.
"ah--!!"
"Ugh!!"
The screams instantly shattered the deathly silence of the battlefield.
This is not the gentle, healing light at all.
This is an extremely domineering reshaping.
Tang San felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder and then forcibly pieced back together.
An insane itching sensation spread across my scalp.
Countless buds, like frantically growing maggots, intertwined and merged on the top of his head, which Bibi Dong had shaved off. His long, blue-gold hair visibly sprouted again from the follicles, instantly restoring its original length.
Degree and gloss.
Click! Click!
A loud cracking sound came from inside the chest cavity.
The broken rib was forcibly snapped back into place by brute force, and the bone marrow at the break point rapidly proliferated, filling the crack.
The lung lobe pierced by Bibi Dong's scythe healed rapidly with each breath, and a bright red membrane sealed the wound.
"What is this... what is this?!"
Qian Renxue screamed in terror.
She looked at her crushed knees.
The shattered bone fragments moved and pieced themselves back together under her skin, and the tingling sensation of the bones rubbing against her nerves made her spasm all over.
The previously depleted divine power was forcibly poured into his body like a river bursting its banks.
Just three breaths.
The water column dissipated.
Three figures stood still.
The bloodstains on his body were washed away completely.
(End of chapter)