Chapter 288: Tang San – Qianxunji, I beg you to spare me

Ju Dou Luo looked at the Ghost Douluo blocking in front of her, panicked, and shouted:

"Dead ghost, get out of my way!"

Yet the Ghost Douluo let out a chilling, ghostly laugh and said:

"Heh… Heh…"

"Dead chrysanthemum, every battle you attack from the front while I fight from behind or the side; now I, the Ghost Phantom, am standing in front of you."

As soon as the words fell, the Ghost Douluo stared at the countless Buddha‑Rage Tanglian erupting just a stone's throw away, fearless, and roared:

"Come on, let this Ghost Phantom see how strong these hidden weapons are?"

"Dead chrysanthemum, no." Ju Dou Luo looked at the Ghost Douluo about to be riddled like a wasp nest, her charming face full of panic and worry.

"Ding… Ding… Ding…"

The countless metallic hidden weapons fired by the Buddha‑Rage Tanglian struck the Ghost Douluo directly.

"Ah… Ah… Ah…"

At the same time, a wail from the Ghost Douluo echoed through the great hall.

Simultaneously, the last Buddha‑Rage Tanglian shot toward Tang Hao.

With a boom it exploded, turning into countless hidden weapons that shot toward Tang Hao.

"Haotian True Form!"

Tang Hao let out a roar, and the Haotian Hammer rapidly grew massive, becoming a giant hammer that blocked in front of him.

The countless hidden weapons struck the Haotian Hammer, producing a clanging "ding‑ding‑ding" sound.

Thus, it blocked the Buddha‑Rage Tanglian.

"Ah… Ah…"

At this moment, the Ghost Douluo was still crying miserably, as if enduring a barrage of ten thousand arrows through the heart.

"Ghost Phantom, stop barking!"

At that moment, Qianxunji's deep voice rang out.

Hearing Qianxunji, the Ghost Phantom instinctively closed his mouth and replied:

"His Holiness the Pope, the Ghost Phantom obeys."

However, after he finished, he wore a bewildered expression.

"How… why am I not dead?"

Ju Dou Luo placed her fair right hand on the Ghost Douluo and said:

"Dead ghost, His Holiness the Pope helped you block the Buddha‑Rage Tanglian attack, so you are unharmed."

The Ghost Douluo, hearing this, lowered his head to look at himself.

Countless holes of varying sizes appeared on his black mystic robe.

However, aside from the holes in the outer black robe, the inner clothing had none.

Seeing this, the Ghost Douluo realized it was His Holiness the Pope using transcendent means to shield him from all attacks.

The Ghost Douluo, seeing this, immediately bowed deeply to Qianxunji and said reverently:

"Thank you, His Holiness the Pope."

"Hmm." Qianxunji let out a slight hum and looked at the desperate Tang San before him, saying:

"Character, what technique do you have? Use it quickly, or you'll lose the chance soon."

"Ha ha… ha ha…" Tang San suddenly let out a few dead‑gray laughs, then said:

"Technique?"

"My strongest hidden weapon, the Buddha‑Rage Tanglian, you shattered; what technique could I still have?"

"I only hate that I didn't have fifteen years earlier; if fifteen years ago you only had a 91‑level soul power, you certainly couldn't have blocked my Buddha‑Rage Tanglian, nor could you have protected Ju Dou Luo."

Qianxunji glanced at Tang San, extended a massive hand and clamped Tang San's throat, coldy saying:

"You're right; fifteen years ago I certainly couldn't have blocked that strike you just made."

"But this world offers no second chance to start over; even if it did, you would have no opportunity either."

"Is that so?" Tang San looked at Qianxunji with disdain and said angrily:

"You also know I'm a Transmigrator; since I died once and crossed from another world to Douluo Continent."

"Then, if you kill me, could I transmigrate again?"

"Kak… kak… Ah… Pain… kak…"

Qianxunji's massive hand tightening around Tang San's throat slowly, the neck crackling, then said:

"Tang San, what you say isn't without reason; as a Transmigrator, you could very well die and transmigrate a second time."

"So you know why I brought you back to the Spirit Hall to kill you?"

"Why?" Tang San asked in confusion, and as he looked at Qianxunji's confident face, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Great Five‑Elements Yin‑Yang Array, now!"

Qianxunji let out a cold shout, and centered on the Spirit Hall, at the edge of a ten‑kilometer radius, a white‑light shield suddenly manifested.

Tang San seemed to sense something, violet light flaring in his eyes, as he looked toward the distant sky beyond the great hall.

He saw a white‑light shield appear high in the sky, enveloping the entire heavens.

"Hmph!" Tang San looked at the white shield in the sky, let out a cold snort, and disdainfully remarked:

"Is this your crutch?"

"When I transmigrated to Douluo Continent, I crossed a planar barrier, involving spatial matters."

"And you, with a mere array, how could you block the spatial power contained within my dying soul?"

Yes, Tang San is guessing, because he discovered that there is no rare treasure in his body, nor any rare treasure in his soul.

Then the only possibility is that his soul contains some kind of spatial power.

Therefore, only because of that could he have learned all the hidden weapons so quickly within the Tang Sect, and even forged the strongest hidden weapon that no one in the Tang Sect could make… Buddha's Fury Tanglian.

Thus it can explain why, after he leapt off the cliff to die, he did not die but instead crossed from the Tang Sect's world to the Douluo Continent.

And for that reason it can explain why he was able to awaken a one‑in‑a‑hundred‑million dual martial soul.

All of this must be because his soul possesses some spatial power that has merged with his soul.

Only then can it guarantee that his soul remains alive after his body dies, and that he can traverse to the Douluo Continent and so on.

Qianxunji suddenly released his big hand, and Tang San's body slammed onto the ground.

Then, Qianxunji placed a foot on Tang San's face and said mockingly:

"Character, my Great Five Elements Yin‑Yang Array has all kinds of marvelous abilities; they are not for you to peer into."

"Next, I will kill you; I want to see how you can escape from my Great Five Elements Yin‑Yang Array."

As soon as the words finished, Qianxunji's foot pressing on Tang San's cheek began to apply pressure slowly, causing Tang San's cheekbone to emit a crack‑crack‑crack sound.

"Crack… crack…"

"Ah… ah… pain… my face hurts so much… let go… lift your foot… ah…"

Tang San only feels as if his brain were struck by a ten‑thousand‑jin hammer, sending waves of bone‑piercing agony.

This pain is truly unbearable, hurting him to the point that he wishes to die instantly.

Because the pain is so extreme that he cannot endure it, even though he has suffered abuse from Tang Hao since childhood, he cannot help but beg for mercy:

"Qianxunji, if you were a man, give me a quick end; what kind of hero are you torturing me like this?"

Qianxunji looked down at Tang San, his right foot still adding pressure bit by bit, and said coldly:

"You beg me!"

"Beg you, dream on!" Tang San and Qianxunji are sworn enemies; even if he kills him, he would never beg Qianxunji.

But, feeling the pain grow ever more intense, Tang San began to waver. (End of chapter)