Chapter 130 Tang San was angry to death!
Tang San’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing became rapid and disordered, as if an invisible hand had pinched his throat fiercely, making it impossible for him to breathe.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned pale from excessive force, and blue veins were throbbing wildly under his skin, as if they were about to break the thin layer of skin.

His body was shaking violently and every muscle was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring that could break at any time.

His mind was in chaos, with countless images and thoughts colliding and interweaving wildly, to the point that… he could hardly distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion.

“No! This is impossible!!!”

Tang San’s shout was like a bolt from the blue, shaking the entire space. His voice was filled with despair and grief, a strong resistance to reality, as if he was trying to use all his strength to push open the door to the cruel truth.

There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, including anger and confusion towards his father Tang Hao, deep attachment to his mother A Yin, and shock and confusion about his own life experience.

His body began to shake uncontrollably, and every step he took seemed to be walking on empty air. He was shaky and seemed about to fall into an endless abyss at any moment.

At this moment, a powerful force suddenly surged into Tang San’s body. It was the power of the Shura God.

The Shura God felt Tang San’s despair, and he couldn’t bear to watch his believers being defeated.

He wanted to help Tang San, let him stand up again and face it all.

The power of the Shura God was like a surging tide, surging and surging in Tang San’s body, trying to wash away the feeling of despair.

However, Wang Chen’s gaze was as cold as ice, and there was not a trace of pity or retreat in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand. The movement seemed slow, but it contained unparalleled power. His palm drew an arc in the air, and then an invisible pressure came towards the Shura God like a mountain.

“Hmph!” Wang Chen snorted coldly, his voice revealing endless confidence and strength. Then, he slapped his palm forward fiercely, and the pressure instantly turned into substantial power, crashing towards the Shura God with overwhelming force.

God Shura felt the horror of that power, and his expression changed involuntarily.

Although he possessed powerful divine power, he seemed to feel an irresistible threat under Wang Chen’s palm.

The Shura God retreated repeatedly in the air. Every step he took made a loud roar, and cracks appeared in the space as he retreated.

A trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he tried to mobilize more strength to resist, but Wang Chen’s power was like an endless torrent and could not be stopped at all!
Bang! ! !
In the end, the body of Shura God was slammed hard to the ground by Wang Chen’s palm. A deafening noise was heard, the ground cracked instantly, and countless stones flew out.

The body of the Asura God was deeply sunk into the ground. His face was pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the light in his eyes was much dimmer.

“Ah!!!” Shura God felt unprecedented shame and anger. Who is he? He is the God King of the Douluo Universe!
But he knew even more clearly that he was so powerless in front of Wang Chen. Wang Chen’s eyes fell on Tang San again, with a hint of indifference and disdain in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty: “Tang San, everything you believe in is nothing but an illusion. Your mother is no longer the gentle Ah Yin you knew. She has been reborn and become a brand new existence. And your father, in order to make you successful, did not hesitate to sacrifice her life. Now, everything you have will be overturned.”

Tang San’s body seemed to have lost all its strength the moment Shura God was knocked down. He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, like a child who had lost his way in the dark.

He didn’t know how to face all this. The family affection he firmly believed in and the power he relied on became so fragile at this moment.

Ah Yin walked slowly towards Tang San, her face was emotionless, as cold as ice. She looked down at Tang San, her voice carrying a hint of determination: “Tang San, you have my Blue Silver Grass bloodline flowing in your body, but you are no longer worthy of it. Today, I will take it back and make you a rootless ghost.”

Tang San raised his head, a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.

He wanted to resist, wanted to defend everything he had, but he found that he was no longer able to struggle, his body was bound by an invisible force, and he could not move.

He could only watch Ah Yin approach, and watch her stretch out her hand and grab his chest.

“Do not!!!!”

Tang San let out a shrill scream, his voice echoing in the air, filled with despair and sorrow.

His heart was filled with fear about the future. He didn’t know where he would go and whether he would be able to survive after losing everything.

Ah Yin’s palm finally landed on Tang San’s chest. A powerful force instantly surged into his body. Tang San felt his blood vessels beating violently, as if they were about to be torn apart.

That force was like a sharp blade, cutting through his body wantonly, causing him excruciating pain.

Tang San’s face showed extreme pain, his body twisted constantly, trying to get rid of the erosion of that power. His eyes flashed with unwillingness, he wanted to shout, wanted to struggle, but all his efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

Snapped!
Tang San’s body fell softly to the ground, his eyes gradually lost their light, as if he had lost all vitality, his heart was filled with endless darkness and despair, he didn’t know if all this was just a nightmare, or had become a reality that he could not change…

“puff!”

Tang San vomited blood and died…

(End of this chapter)