199: Tang San's tragic ending

"Tang San, you are indeed worthy of being a Tang Sect disciple." Qian Feng smiled playfully, Golden Lightning flashing on the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword he held. At this moment, Tang San released Qian Feng's leg, the two drops of dark red Hidden Weapons Clamped in the barbs of his demon hand.

"Guanyin Has Tears!" Tang San roared angrily, striking at Qian Feng from below. The immense explosive power of the Guanyin Tear successfully penetrated the opponent's body.

Seeing this, Tang San laughed heartily, his aged face looking extremely smug: "Qian Feng, ah Qian Feng, who would have thought, who would have thought, that in the end, you would still be defeated by my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons! As expected, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are the most powerful means on this Continent! Next, I will begin to torture and kill everyone in Spirit Hall, absorbing their blood."

While Tang San was still smug, Qian Feng's half-broken Zhi Ge Sword had already pierced through his heart from behind.

"That was just a clone, as for the Tang Sect hidden weapon Blood Guanyin Tear..." Qian Feng pursed his lips and smiled. Two drops of dark red tear-like objects were floating in front of Tang San, not Hidden Weapons at all.

"Have you forgotten? You are now completely controlled by Disaster Ancestor. You are no longer a Tang Sect disciple, nor are you a genius on the Continent."

"You are just a pathetic lonely person, merely a puppet of a God."

Blood seeped from the corner of Tang San's mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably. Even after such a humble search for a chance to counter-kill, he still failed.

Yes, he was defeated by Qian Feng.

"No... I don't understand. Why did you target me back then? Why did you cripple my foundation! What hatred did we have!" Tang San roared angrily, his voice hoarse: "Even if it was the hatred between Tang Hao and your Spirit Hall, why force it upon a child!"

"You took away my foundation, and also caused Xiao Wu to leave me... In the end, Father, Aunt, friends. They all left me... Qian Feng."

Tang San gritted his teeth, turning his head slightly. A deep hatred appeared on his face, which resembled withered tree bark:

"You are the Continent's biggest villain!"

"Whether it's righteous or villainous. It's just about who wins and who loses. From the beginning, all I wanted was for my family's foundation, Spirit Hall, to be stronger, and for Little Sister's life to be carefree." Qian Feng's voice was flat, not defending his actions much.

Immediately after, the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword went in a few more inches.

The sound of flesh tearing brought out Tang San's pained grunt.

"Heh heh, Tang San. You lost, so you ended up like this."

"You used the power of Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor, a God from who knows where, as your foundation, opposing Asura God, and used the blood of the Continent's people as your power source, thus you walked to the opposite side of everyone."

"The end of a lonely person, fitting for your actions." Qian Feng pulled out the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword, Golden Lightning spreading throughout Tang San's body.

Bursts of explosions were accompanied by Tang San's painful roars: "Ah! Qian Feng!! I won't die! The power of Disaster Ancestor in my body, I can slowly recover~ Heh heh heh, you sensed it too, right."

"Even if I have to lie dormant for a hundred years, I will have my revenge!"

"Yes, I sensed your special physique." Qian Feng smiled slightly, the three-colored divine power of the divine artifact on the sword converged, and he narrowed his eyes, examining the large hole in Tang San's heart that was healing:

"Therefore, I won't kill you. But you must also understand, in this world, there are things more terrifying than death."

As his voice fell, Qian Feng's body erupted with the power of Golden Lightning, converging onto the half-broken Zhi Ge Sword, solidifying into the other half of the sword body.

He quickly rushed towards Tang San, who had no means left to fight back, and could only let out a sinister cold laugh, his eyes filled with fear:

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me... you can't kill me."

Qian Feng's eyes were cold. As the Zhi Ge Sword swung, Tang San's head and body were separated!

After completely destroying the body with the power of Golden Lightning, Qian Feng lifted Tang San by the hair, floated up, and roared:

"Sword Dao Vientiane · Earth Aspect!"

"Open! Sea!"

Qian Feng's long sword slashed towards the sea below, and the power of the divine artifact mixed with the Shura Demon Sword, Angel Divine Sword, and Golden trident, split open the ocean ten thousand meters deep!

"Qian Feng!!! You won't have a good death!" Tang San's vitality was terrifyingly strong. Even with only a head left, he could still let out bursts of roars. It seemed he sensed something, and his eyes were filled with terror.

Responding to him was only the sound of Qian Feng unleashing his skill.

"Star Shift!"

Seeing the ten-thousand-meter deep ocean vortex that had opened below, the Golden Lightning threads trembled towards Tang San's head, completely enveloping it.

"Tang San, take your eternal life and sink!"

Qian Feng roared, using all his strength, and struck it into the vortex.

The latter sank at an extremely exaggerated speed: "Qian Feng! Kill me! Don't do this to me!!!"

The voice disappeared after the seawater closed.

Tang San's fate was that only his head was sealed by Qian Feng ten thousand meters deep in the boundless ocean. The Golden Lightning threads wrapped around his head would torture him forever.

No one had come to this place for thousands of years, and perhaps no one would come even after ten thousand years.

Qian Feng exhaled a turbid breath: "Is it over?"

By evening, his body felt extremely tired. After three full months of pursuit, his soul power was actually exhausted.

Fortunately, when he sighed, nothing else suddenly happened.

Tang San did not die, but his life was worse than death.

Qian Feng raised his head, looking at the evening clouds in the sky, slightly narrowing his eyes: "Xiao Xue, Nana, Bing'er, Mother."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He really wanted to sleep in Water Binger's arms, or listen to Qian Renxue's playful voice, or Mother Bibi Dong's majestic voice arranging matters in the main hall.

But... he sensed another force coming towards this place.

"You succeeded, heh heh, sealing him ten thousand meters deep in the sea is truly a brilliant, yet cruel idea." Sea God floated to Qian Feng's side and sighed.

Seeing the young man looking so tired, he reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Sea God Senior, you didn't just come to praise me, did you?" Qian Feng chuckled bitterly, looking at the other party helplessly.

"Uh... seeing you so tired, I originally planned to let you rest for a while longer." Sea God spread his hands, revealing a troubled expression: "But... it seems only you can make a decision for the entire Continent."

"Ah?! Is it involved with the entire Continent again?" Qian Feng gasped, is this the helplessness of the strong?

"Almost. Didn't you notice that Tang San's Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor power is gone?" Sea God stood with his hands behind his back, not being a riddle-maker or holding back: "It used the blood absorbed by Tang San and others as a springboard to go to the Divine Realm. In the Divine Realm, it continues to feed on the blood of Gods. Of course, the group of old monsters in the Divine Realm can still suppress him, but a little problem has also appeared."

"As Asura God's Divinity shattered, the God Kings listed the Douluo Continent as - Unclean Land."

"Unclean Land, what does that mean?" Qian Feng raised an eyebrow, gripping the Zhi Ge Sword in his hand, feeling a little uneasy.

"Uh, simply put, it means that after the Gods suppress the Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor, they will cleanse the Douluo Continent, leaving no living beings."

"I am not a God King, I have no way to persuade them. Qian Feng, what should we do, heh heh, as a God, I don't know what to do either."

Qian Feng's body trembled slightly. The setting sun shone on his face, calm and fearless.