Chapter 108: Blood in the Ancestral Hall
After a moment, Tang San raised his head with difficulty and looked at Tang Xiao.
Tang Xiao's face was as gloomy as water, and finally, he sighed deeply.
"Let him go. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be crippled…"
Hearing this, Tang San completely gave up.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
With a trembling arm, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered to his feet, and dragged his broken body away, step by step.
Behind him, a trail of scarlet blood marked his path.
"Hmph! This should have been done long ago! A vile creature like that brings only disgrace to the world!"
Watching Tang San's retreating figure, several elders let out cold snorts.
Their eyes remained frosty, devoid of any softness—only contempt and seething resentment lingered.
"Bah! A half-human, half-soul beast hybrid—such a thing should never have been born!"
The Second Elder spat out a wad of phlegm and cursed sharply.
"He still dared to think he could join the Clear Sky Sect? Wishful thinking!"
Tang San's body froze. He stopped in place.
His back trembled slightly. A low, feral growl escaped his throat.
"Kill! Kill them all!"
The voice of the Shura God echoed once more in his mind.
No one noticed that his eyes had gradually turned scarlet.
"Hmph… Hahaha…"
Tang San suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse and distorted.
"Hahahaha…"
The wild, twisted laughter sent chills down everyone's spine.
Abruptly, the laughter stopped.
"Kill!!"
He roared like a madman, eyes blood-red.
"You—what are you doing?!"
The Second Elder's pupils shrank. His voice trembled.
Swish! Swish!
Two beams of scarlet light shot from Tang San's eyes, transforming into sharp blades that pierced straight toward the Second Elder.
"Not good!"
The Second Elder's expression changed drastically. He summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and swung it fiercely to block the red beams.
Bang!
A violent explosion rocked the square, stirring a massive cloud of dust and debris that obscured everything.
At that moment, Tang San's body erupted with a bizarre blood energy.
His long black hair turned stark white.
His snowy locks whipped through the air as crimson light burned in his eyes—like a demon of slaughter rising from hell.
His face contorted, his expression feral and bloodthirsty.
A wave of blood aura swept across the square.
Disciples who met his gaze grew blank at first—then their eyes, too, turned crimson.
"Ahhhh!!"
A scream pierced the air. Someone began clawing wildly at their face and body.
The scene was like a miniature hellish killing field.
Some, in desperation, summoned their Clear Sky Hammers to knock themselves unconscious.
But upon waking, what they saw made their scalps tingle in terror.
Madness had spread. Some disciples began attacking others with their hammers, caught in the grip of bloodlust.
In the midst of it all, Tang San advanced slowly toward the elders, Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, bloodshot eyes unwavering.
With each step, his killing intent thickened.
The entire square was soaked in blood.
The smoke cleared. The elders finally saw the horrific carnage.
"Kill him!"
Tang Xiao's face turned grim. At his command, five elders summoned their Clear Sky Hammers.
Each hammer glowed with nine soul rings—signaling they were all Titled Douluo.
"Kill!!"
Tang San roared. With a flick of his wrist, the Clear Sky Hammer whistled through the air.
Behind him, a Shura Demon Sword emerged.
The cold aura of slaughter spread like a plague, engulfing the entire sect.
In that instant, the air froze.
It was as if the Clear Sky Sect had been cast into an ice cavern.
Low-level disciples were frozen into statues, then shattered under the impact of others crashing into them.
"Killing Domain! In his domain, soul skills are useless!"
The Seventh Elder's face turned pale as he realized the horror of their situation.
Having only recently reached Titled Douluo, he was especially vulnerable within Tang San's domain.
"Kill!"
Tang San's shout echoed. Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, Shura Demon Sword in his right, he charged straight at the Second Elder.
"Get out of my way!"
The Second Elder bellowed, swinging his hammer fiercely.
Clang!
Their weapons clashed in a shower of sparks.
Tang San used the recoil to flip aside.
"Die!"
Tang Xiao followed up, hammer raised high, slamming it down toward Tang San.
With a sinister grin, Tang San caught the Shura Demon Sword in his right hand, surrounding himself with waves of blood energy.
Then, with a howl, the sword flew from his grasp—cutting through space—aimed squarely at the descending hammer.
BOOM!
A thunderous impact echoed through the square.
The Fifth Elder's hammer struck Tang San's back.
Puff!
Tang San coughed blood, but his gaze grew even more crazed.
Using the force of impact, he sprang forward.
Grabbing the returning Shura Demon Sword, he unleashed a crimson arc toward the Second Elder.
"Why? Why did you mention my parents?!"
His voice trembled with fury.
"You dare?!"
Tang Xiao roared, swinging his hammer down once more.
Clang!
Their hammers collided again. Tang San's palm turned red from the shock, but he ignored the pain.
He pressed forward relentlessly.
Hammer in one hand. Demon sword in the other.
Each strike was imbued with murderous intent.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blow after blow rained down on the Second Elder, who barely kept up.
Despite the elders' combined attacks, they were suppressed within the killing domain.
Already wounded, they couldn't mount an effective defense.
Slash!
A crimson flash.
The Second Elder's arm was severed.
He staggered back with a scream, pale and drenched in sweat.
"Kill!"
Tang San howled, feeling the Shura God's power integrating more completely with each life taken.