Chapter 112: You Already Have a Path to Death, Please Fellow Daoist Enter My Human Emperor Banner

Hearing Tang San's words, Qian Renxue could not help but stand up.

Upon her elegant and peerless face, there was nothing but mockery.

"Eternal infamy? Heh, Tang San, go and take a look, look at this continent, look at all the people on this continent; they all look forward to the rule of my Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue said disdainfully, "Justice? What is justice? My Spirit Hall is justice. The history books of future generations will surely record the contributions of my Spirit Hall to this continent, and my Spirit Hall will eventually leave its name in history."

Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Tang San looked at Qian Renxue, his heart growing somewhat suspicious and uncertain.

Those methods of Spirit Hall, no matter how one looked at them, seemed somewhat familiar.

Could it be that this Qian Renxue is also a transmigrator?

Impossible, in this World, only he himself came by transmigration, only he is the Son of Luck.

Qian Renxue?

Just an existence destined to become a stepping stone for him, Tang San.

Tang San quickly finished his mental preparation, and he shouted angrily at Qian Renxue, "It is you, you bewitched that group of ignorant commoners. You of Spirit Hall will always only use such underhanded methods."

Qian Renxue looked at Tang San coldly and said mockingly, "Underhanded methods? If it weren't for these underhanded methods of Spirit Hall, how could you, Tang San, have awakened your Spirit? If it weren't for Spirit Hall, could you have awakened your Spirit now?"

It is not that there are no natural talents on the Douluo Continent who can awaken their Spirits naturally, but that is a minority after all.

On this continent, there are plenty of commoners who need the help of Spirit Hall to awaken their Spirits.

Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Tang San felt it was not worth agreeing with.

Spirit Hall offers the opportunity for free Spirit awakening, why should he not use it?

Spirit Hall uses this method to buy people's hearts; he just wants to take advantage of Spirit Hall, and then expose them in the future.

Tang San considers himself the Son of Luck, so he never believes he has any faults.

Who is wrong?

The one who is wrong is Spirit Hall, the ones who are wrong are all those who block him.

"Heh! It is merely a method for Spirit Hall to bewitch people's hearts."

Tang San said disdainfully, "And sooner or later, I will expose your Spirit Hall's method of bewitching hearts to everyone. One day, the true face of your Spirit Hall will be exposed."

Tang San shouted angrily, "Qian Renxue, I will give you one more chance. If you wake up to the truth now, there is still a chance."

Hearing Tang San's posturing, Qian Renxue only felt somewhat bored.

Tang San, this Son of Luck, only has this much ability.

She rested her chin on her jade hand, then slapped toward Tang San.

"So much nonsense."

Why bother with grand principles with a Son of Luck like Tang San who has such twisted values? It is better to just suppress and kill him.

Qian Renxue struck forcefully, slapping toward Tang San.

Seeing that Qian Renxue not only refused to surrender to him but dared to strike at him, Tang San was instantly furious.

"Obstinate and unyielding, you already have a path to death."

Tang San let out a cold snort, his soul power surging; he was about to teach Qian Renxue a lesson.

Although Qian Renxue is a genius cultivated by Spirit Hall, no matter how genius an existence is, it is of no use in front of him, Tang San.

Along the way, he, Tang San, has already defeated too many geniuses; all geniuses have fallen at his feet.

Geniuses are nothing but stepping stones for him, Tang San, all used to achieve his, Tang San's, name of invincibility.

It is precisely the smooth sailing all along that has forged Tang San's invincible heart; he does not believe that anyone among the young generation on this continent could be his opponent.

There is no one among the young generation on this continent who will be his opponent, and those veteran powerhouses will also be surpassed by him sooner or later.

This is Tang San's self-confidence.

But the self-confidence of this Son of Luck, Tang San, was soon shattered.

Qian Renxue slapped Tang San to the ground with one palm; if it were not for the mysterious Qi Luck protecting Tang San's body, this palm might have directly slapped Tang San to death.

Tang San was slapped into vomiting blood by Qian Renxue, and his entire cultivation was directly crippled by Qian Renxue.

Tang San looked at Qian Renxue in disbelief, and in his heart, there was also an indescribable terror.

Since his transmigration, everything had been smooth sailing.

It is not that he had not encountered powerful enemies, but no matter how powerful the enemy, Tang San was never without a shred of ability to resist.

Even against the most powerful enemies, while escaping, Tang San would still take some advantage and make the enemy look foolish.

Then, through cultivation, Tang San would quickly surpass that enemy, eventually stepping on them to achieve his own prestige.

But what exactly is going on with this Qian Renxue?

She actually crippled his cultivation with a single move.

Qian Renxue looked down at Tang San indifferently and said, "Trash."

If not for the Qi Luck on his body, how could such trash become the supreme powerhouse of this continent in the future?

It is also that the World consciousness is blind to have chosen such a piece of trash to become the Son of Luck.

Qian Renxue's words made Tang San completely furious.

Tang San said with a gloomy face, "You actually dare to humiliate me. You already have a path to death. Take this move of mine, Blue Silver Surround."

Should one say that this Tang San is worthy of being the Son of Luck?

Clearly, he had already been crippled, yet at the critical moment of suffering humiliation, he actually broke through his limits again, instantly recovering a portion of his strength and directly unleashing his ultimate move.

Qian Renxue looked at Tang San with some curiosity—no, to be precise, it was not Tang San.

It was the mysterious Qi Luck of heaven and earth surrounding Tang San.

She could feel that her move just now was aimed at killing Tang San.

And under normal circumstances, Tang San should indeed have been slapped to death by that palm just now.

After all, the gap in strength between Tang San and her now is not just a little bit.

Moreover, she practices the Covering the Sky Method, which is countless times more powerful than the cultivation methods of this world.

Yet even so, Tang San still survived.

At that final critical moment, a mysterious and profound Qi Luck protected Tang San.

Qian Renxue could even sense a warning intent contained within that Qi Luck.

It was as if it were telling Qian Renxue that whoever makes an enemy of Tang San makes an enemy of the world.

And Tang San, who had already been beaten to the point of being crippled, recovered once again precisely because of this mysterious Qi Luck.

Looking at Tang San, Qian Renxue struck out with another palm.

Without any doubt, Tang San was beaten to the brink of death again, yet he still did not die.

Qian Renxue did not hold back in the slightest; she simply wanted to obliterate Tang San.

But this World Heavenly Dao was preventing her from obliterating Tang San.

Rolling thunder brewed above the firmament, warning Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue looked at the thunder above the firmament, snorted coldly, and said, "You blind thing."

Without any hesitation, she directly used a divine ability to kill Tang San once more.

"I truly do not believe that I cannot kill this Tang San."

The Heavenly Dao above the firmament seemed to be enraged; without any hesitation, rolling thunder struck directly toward Qian Renxue.

This was a direct warning from the Heavenly Dao: whoever dares to harm Tang San, this Son of Luck, is an enemy of it, the Heavenly Dao.

Qian Renxue truly had not expected that the Douluo World Heavenly Dao would actually intervene personally.

According to Qian Renxue's understanding, the World Heavenly Dao selects a Son of Luck and grants him Qi Luck protection.

With this Qi Luck protection, a Son of Luck easily turns bad luck into good, encounters auspiciousness in disaster, and then grows rapidly.

But after this, the Heavenly Dao will not continue to help the Son of Luck.

Because when the World Heavenly Dao selects a Son of Luck, it does not actually select only one.

The World Heavenly Dao initially selects many Sons of Luck, and the one who ultimately survives will bear all the Qi Luck and bear the Mandate of Heaven.

If this Son of Luck can break through the world's limitations, reach an unprecedented realm, and lead an era.

Then the goal of the World Heavenly Dao is achieved.

Only when one Son of Luck after another breaks through the limitations of their own world and drives the development of one era after another can the evolution of the world be pushed forward.

To the Heavenly Dao, the Son of Luck is the favorite child of Heaven, but he is also merely a chess piece to push forward the world's evolution.

A Son of Luck needs not only Qi Luck, but also perseverance, wisdom, and strategy; all means must be indispensable.

Only such a person has the possibility of breaking the world's limitations and leading the development of an era.

And for the World Heavenly Dao, the Son of Luck is never fixed.

Following its instinct to push the world's development with all its might, every era has its own Son of Luck.

And if the Son of Luck of the previous era is of no use, he will soon be abandoned, or even become the great villain of the next era.

The World Heavenly Dao, in the final analysis, follows its instincts for the sake of the world's evolution and for the sake of a better world.

It does not have any joy or anger, much less any bias; it is merely a set of rules.

How could it personally intervene and take action to help a Son of Luck?

Under normal circumstances, the World Heavenly Dao would not do this.

Even if it has chosen a Son of Luck, it must ensure absolute fairness; this is the rule, this is the order.

But the World Heavenly Dao of this Douluo Continent clearly intervened personally.

Qian Renxue was filled with an unprecedented anger; does this World Heavenly Dao love Tang San, this Son of Luck, that much?

If this Tang San were a good person, Qian Renxue would not say anything.

But this Tang San is clearly a despicable villain; she is unwilling to let such a despicable villain step on her head.

Faint radiance rippled around Qian Renxue, and that thunder could not come within a fraction of her.

She was like a Heavenly Immortal from the Nine Heavens, immune to all laws.

Even the anger of the World Heavenly Dao, even the Heavenly Dao intervening personally, could not move her in the slightest.

Under the compensation of the Heavenly Dao Origin at any cost, Tang San immediately became full of life again.

This was the World Heavenly Dao intervening personally, sparing no cost to consume the World Heavenly Dao Origin to help Tang San recover rapidly.

This was even more absurd; the World Heavenly Dao Origin is the most precious thing in a world.

The evolution of a world requires the constant strengthening of the World Heavenly Dao Origin.

And if the origin of a world gradually becomes scarce, or even exhausted.

This world will eventually enter the End of Dharma Era, until the world perishes.

Such a precious World Heavenly Dao Origin, the Douluo World Heavenly Dao actually used it directly to help Tang San?

This Tang San really is the favorite child of the World Heavenly Dao!

Tang San looked at this scene, laughed loudly, and said, "I, Tang San, am indeed the Son of Heaven's Mandate; with the Mandate of Heaven upon me, I am the future sole master of this continent."

"Qian Renxue, do you see? I, Tang San, am the Mandate of Heaven; making an enemy of me, you are destined to have no good end."

Tang San looked at Qian Renxue and spoke arrogantly.

Now his confidence had increased completely; with the Mandate of Heaven upon him and the protection of the Heavenly Dao, how could he lose?

"I, Tang San, am the Son of Luck, with the Mandate of Heaven upon me; who can kill me? Who dares to kill me? And who could possibly kill me?"

Tang San spoke in an arrogant and domineering manner.

There is no one in this world who can kill him; Qian Renxue cannot, and neither can anyone else.

Even a Title Douluo, even a god, cannot.

Qian Renxue looked at Tang San coldly and said with disdain, "Is that so? I cannot kill you, then I have no choice but to invite you, fellow Daoist, into my Human Emperor Banner."

Qian Renxue had long anticipated this scene; Tang San, with his Qi Luck, was not so easy to kill.

In fact, after joining the Heavens Chat Group, she had read the relevant plot.

Qian Renxue immediately set out to deal with Tang San, designing one dead end after another for him.

She personally led the experts of Spirit Hall to surround and kill Tang San, but although she made Tang San very disheveled every time, and even affected Tang San's own strength.

Yet every time at the final moment, an accident would occur, and in the end, Tang San would still escape.

From that moment on, Qian Renxue knew that Tang San, this Son of Luck, was absolutely extraordinary and not so easy to kill.

To deal with Tang San, Qian Renxue consulted the group members and finally exchanged for the Human Emperor Banner in the Heavens Mall.

This Human Emperor Banner was specially made, possessing the effect of breaking through Qi Luck and the ability to dispel Qi Luck.

"Fellow Daoist, enter my Human Emperor Banner."

Qian Renxue gave a sharp shout, and the Human Emperor Banner in her hand was thrown into the void.

The Human Emperor Banner fluttered in the wind, and with every sway, it seemed as if countless souls were wailing and roaring within it, emitting a deafening sound.

That sound was filled with pain, resentment, and despair, like countless dead souls struggling and screaming, attempting to break free from their endless imprisonment.

Puffs of black Qi emerged from the Human Emperor Banner.

It seemed to be just an illusion, but upon closer inspection, it appeared that what was emerging was the golden light of the Human Emperor.

Qian Renxue directly trapped Tang San with the Human Emperor Banner, and a look of extreme horror appeared on Tang San's face.

"Is this your Human Emperor Banner? This is clearly a Ten Thousand Soul Banner! Qian Renxue, you are indeed an evil cultivator."

Tang San's face was filled with shock, and also a trace of imperceptible fear.

Just a moment ago, he had been pointing fingers at Qian Renxue, accusing her of being evil and unjust.

But when Qian Renxue truly employed evil methods as he had wished, Tang San was even more afraid than before.

"One must not speak nonsense."

Amidst the thunder, Qian Renxue remained untouched by all techniques, and she was still able to find time to unleash the Human Emperor Banner to duel with Tang San.

She said indifferently, "This is the Human Emperor Banner. Tang San, my Human Emperor Banner is still missing a main soul; with a Son of Luck guarding the Human Emperor Banner, I believe this Human Emperor Banner will be able to exert even greater effect in the future."

Tang San's brotherhood had long since died completely, and now only Tang San remained.

Tang San looked at the Ten Thousand Soul Banner that had immobilized him, knowing he could not sit and wait for death.

Qian Renxue did not know where she had mastered such evil methods; she could not kill him, but if she trapped him in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Even if he did not die, he would suffer endless torture.

"Evil path! You are truly of the evil path! The Human Emperor Banner in your hands is emitting black Qi."

Tang San gritted his teeth and resisted the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Qian Renxue said with composure, "Do not slander me; this Human Emperor Banner is clearly reflecting the golden light of the Human Emperor. Tang San, oh Tang San, it seems you are the one who has entered the evil path. Only those with an impure heart cannot see the true form of the Human Emperor Banner. Enough, today I, Qian Renxue, shall act on behalf of the Heavenly Dao and take in this evildoer."

The light on the Human Emperor Banner flared, directly locking onto Tang San.

Endless power of annihilation surged toward Tang San to crush him.

And the Qi Luck of the Heavenly Dao shrouded Tang San, still trying to block this power of annihilation.

Unfortunately, this time, with only a light 'pop' sound, that power of Qi Luck was quickly dispersed and then absorbed by the Human Emperor Banner.

Tang San, this Son of Luck, saw his figure directly dissipate and was annihilated.

Tang San let out a miserable scream, but his soul did not dissipate immediately.

Instead, it was pieced together bit by bit within the Human Emperor Banner, becoming the main soul of the Human Emperor Banner.

The Human Emperor Banner swayed gently, and Tang San felt his soul being torn apart every moment, then reassembled, torn apart again, and reassembled.

This pain was the greatest torture in the world, driving Tang San directly to madness.

Tang San was never a person of firm will; now, being tortured by the Human Emperor Banner every moment, he kept begging for mercy.

"Spare me! Spare me! I know I was wrong!"

"Qian Renxue, I know I was wrong, please spare me!"

"I know I was wrong, you kill me, just kill me directly."

This was the torture of a fate worse than death; at this moment, Tang San did not even have the thought of resenting Qian Renxue, but only wanted to die and be done with it, begging for a quick end.

Qian Renxue held the Human Emperor Banner, her holy face carrying a hint of compassion.

"Tang San, oh Tang San, although you have gone astray, I have always been compassionate. You shall reflect properly within the Human Emperor Banner. From now on, your soul will be immortal and one with the Human Emperor Banner; this can also be considered a piece of Creation."

Qian Renxue saw streams of Qi Luck power continuously emerging from Tang San; this Qi Luck power appeared, but was quickly dispersed and then absorbed by the Human Emperor Banner.

And after the Human Emperor Banner absorbed it, it began to grow stronger continuously.

Tang San was directly annihilated by Qian Renxue's Human Emperor Banner; although his soul still existed, it was worse than being dead.

The World Heavenly Dao was directly enraged; Tang San was the Son of Luck It had chosen.

A mere human dared to take action to annihilate the Son of Luck It had chosen, and despite repeated warnings, this human was still so insensible.

It was simply damnable.

In the eyes of the World Heavenly Dao, all living beings were but ants, and everything was but a chess piece.

And now, the ants and chess pieces in Its eyes had killed the Son of Luck It had chosen; how could It not be enraged?

Boom—!

Dark thunder rolled between heaven and earth, and a terrifying Heavenly Punishment brewed.

This Heavenly Punishment was aimed not only at Qian Renxue but also at the Spirit Hall behind her.

It wanted Qian Renxue to suffer a fate worse than death, to make Qian Renxue know the price of offending It.

Qian Renxue had to die, and everyone in the Spirit Hall behind her who was related to Qian Renxue had to die.

The World Heavenly Dao did not feel that It had made any mistake; It had nurtured everything on this continent.

Whoever It favored and valued, all living beings on this continent had to favor and value.

(End of chapter)