"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!"
"Xu Ran, why must you do this to me? Why?"
Tang San was driven mad with rage, as an endless, terrifying Rakshasa aura surged from his body. He felt like he was going to become a lunatic. Everything he cherished had been destroyed by Xu Ran, leaving him with nothing.
He no longer had a home.
Father, mother, teacher, lover... All the people he held dear had been taken from him by Xu Ran.
He would have preferred to endure physical harm from Xu Ran, even if Xu Ran had cut him a thousand times with a sword, he could have borne it.
"Teacher, mother, wait for me, I won't let any accidents happen to you," the tears were welling up in Tang San's eyes. Men are not supposed to cry easily, only when their heart is truly broken.
But now, Tang San could no longer hold back the tears at the corners of his eyes.
It was only when Brock departed from him that he realized his importance in his heart. He was no longer just his teacher, but also his close friend; they were both victims of Xu Ran's insults, sharing a common language.
And now, the last person with whom he could share his innermost feelings had been taken away by Xu Ran. How cruel Xu Ran's heart was, Xu Ran was truly merciless. Was Xu Ran trying to turn him into a man all alone in the world?
Indeed, he now had nothing left.
No family, no lover, no friends; Tang San was truly pitiable.
But who could know the pride he felt many years ago when he was reborn in the Soul Land? Who could know the pride that filled him when he awakened his Twin Martial Souls?
Back then, he had dreamt of becoming the number one person in the Soul Land.
He had hidden weapons, Tang Sect's Secret Skills, and Twin Martial Souls... All the advantages were concentrated in him, and as long as no accidents happened, he would have become the brightest luminary in the history of the Soul Land.
But the accident did happen, and it came so swiftly.
Xu Ran shattered all his pride. Since Xu Ran's arrival, Tang San's life had been full of obstacles. No matter what good deeds he did, just at the critical moments, Xu Ran would appear and ruin everything.
Thinking of these things, tears kept streaming down from Tang San's eyes.
A silent cry.
The tense nerves in his heart were completely tugged at. Ever since becoming enemies with Xu Ran, he had been in a state of high tension. That state almost drove him to a mental breakdown.
He was like a cockroach that couldn't be killed, always struggling to stand up again after being knocked down by Xu Ran.
Because he firmly believed that one day he would defeat Xu Ran.
But now, with Brock's life in Xu Ran's hands, uncertain of life or death, his heart completely collapsed.
He too was made of flesh and blood, and previously Brock had been there to cheer him on; the two of them together could rely on each other, and many things he hesitated over were done under Brock's encouragement.
Now, he was left all alone, without a single confidant by his side.
Everyone around him mocked and hated him.
He really was close to not being able to carry on.
He was so tired, truly exhausted.
Tears blurred Tang San's eyes, and his legs felt as though they were weighted with lead as he slowly walked, like a zombie.
He was angry, he roared, he went mad, he was in despair.
He didn't understand why he had to go through all this, he was still just a child.
Images of his father Tang Hao's severed head being thrown on the ground by Xu Ran filled his mind, as did the scene of Xu Ran holding Xiaowu to show off to him, with Xu Ran's palms constantly caressing Xiaowu's body.
And now, the life and death of his teacher were uncertain, and his mother was also in Xu Ran's clutches.
He was afraid that one day Xu Ran would throw his teacher's head in front of him; he was even more afraid that one day Xu Ran would hold Ah Yin to show off to him.
Bluesilver Emperor of a hundred thousand years, such stature, what peerless elegance must she possess?
He could imagine what she looked like; the two Young Masters of Hao Tian Clan were so crazily infatuated with her. Her figure must be great, and her appearance surely unparalleled.
Xu Ran was despicable and indecent; he obtained Hulena with ease. How could he possibly be without means against her?
What then? His mother would prefer death to submission, but her strength couldn't match that beast, Xu Ran. What if Xu Ran resorted to forceful means?
"I'm tired, I'm really tired."
"I really want to lie down and rest, I just can't keep going," Tang San said, wiping away the tears from his eyes as he choked.
Sometimes he thought about dying; if he committed suicide, all the pain would disappear.
But he couldn't die now; his mother was still in Xu Ran's hands. If he died, there would be no one left to save her. With her deep connection to him, Xu Ran's enemy, Xu Ran would certainly not show any mercy; he would use whatever means necessary on her when the time came. How desperate and painful must she feel then?
Such pain might be even more despairing than what he was experiencing.
He had already lost his father; he couldn't lose his mother too.
He wanted to die, but he couldn't be so selfish.
"Xu Ran, you will get your retribution. As the saying goes, 'Heaven sees what you do,' and the heavens will punish you," Tang San howled to the sky, refusing to believe that death would come without consequence.
"Useless. Just a few words from Xu Ran and you're in such disarray, defeated without a fight. You really are worthless," the Rakshasa God's Thoughts spewed out from Tang San's body, saying coldly.
He didn't understand; as the Rakshasa, were others so important? Even to the Bluesilver Emperor, if Xu Ran wanted her, so what if she was given to Xu Ran for his pleasure?
If you become powerful, couldn't you just annihilate Xu Ran? Is all this truly that important?
"Heh, I'm worthless, and what are you? Some kind of 'Rakshasa God,' defeated and your body destroyed by Xu Ran. Are you proud of that?" Tang San mocked.
What good was the Rakshasa God if he had been defeated by Xu Ran?
"You!"
"I was careless then. If I had another chance, I would never let Xu Ran kill me," the Rakshasa God growled with a fierce visage, grinding his teeth in hatred at the memory of being defeated by Xu Ran.
"Believe me, this time it's foolproof. The power of the Rakshasa combined with the power of Destruction, two different attributes, will surely defeat Xu Ran. Then, you'll get everything you want. Xu Ran's life will be under your control, and his women will be at your disposal."
"Just imagine, taking Xiaowu away, crippling the cultivation levels of Xu Ran's other beloved ladies and rewarding them to others at your whim—how desperate would Xu Ran be?" The Rakshasa God contemplated evilly. Tang San was his Inheritor and absolutely could not be broken by Xu Ran.
He still wanted to see Xu Ran in a state of regret and despair.
A God shall not be humiliated! Let alone a First-Level God?
"I hope you don't screw up again. Otherwise..." Tang San dried his eyes, his gaze flickering with a cold light, as he neared inheritance of the Rakshasa God. Even if he killed the current Rakshasa God, with the Destruction God King to help him, he could rapidly absorb the power of the Rakshasa God and become a God.
"Don't worry, this time it's foolproof." The Rakshasa God's Thoughts felt a chill in its heart, but quickly returned to normal. Its enemy was Xu Ran; as long as Xu Ran died, everything would be negotiable.
Tang San's heart was ice-cold as he slowly moved toward the darkness.