Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Hidden deep within the Spirit Empire's wilderness military camp, in a makeshift, secluded cave, Tang San was struggling through the Asura God Trial. However, compared to before, he clearly felt that the difficulty of the trial had increased, and more importantly, his mind had become extremely unsettled.

Countless negative emotions from the battlefield—the wails of fallen soldiers, the desperate roars, the soaring resentment and hatred—like invisible venomous snakes, constantly burrowed into his mind, attempting to erode his will. A voice, both alluring and malicious, seemed to whisper within him, questioning his choices, amplifying his killing intent, and shaking his path.

"Why...why is this happening?" Tang San's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he focused his mind, resisting the invisible erosion from the external environment. He was unaware that this was a side effect of choosing the battlefield as his hiding place. Although the Asura God tacitly approved, he was powerless to completely isolate the interference of the resentment of billions of living beings on the divine test.

Just as he was wavering, barely resisting the onslaught of his inner demons—

boom!
The ceiling of the cave he was in suddenly exploded! Two figures, like gods and demons descending, appeared before him with unparalleled pressure!

It is Feng Yao and Bibi Dong!

Bibi Dong was enveloped in purplish-black Rakshasa divine power, completely sealing and solidifying the space of the cave, isolating it from the outside world. Her icy gaze fell upon Tang San as if he were an ant.

Feng Yao held the Trident of the Sea God, his aura locked onto Tang San, his eyes sharp as knives.

Tang San was terrified. He never expected that Feng Yao and Bibi Dong could find him so accurately and quickly! His original plan was to create chaos as soon as he was discovered, to lure the entire Spirit Empire army to besiege Feng Yao, and then use the sheer number of people and the complex environment of the military camp to escape.

However, when his gaze fell upon Bibi Dong's cold and dignified face, the plan instantly fell apart!
Before the Empress of the Martial Soul Empire, the Rakshasa God herself, which soldier or general would dare to obey his provocations? His plan to use the army as cover and shield became a complete joke in the face of absolute power and authority!

"Tang San, it's time for your tricks to end." Feng Yao spoke slowly, pointing the Trident of the Sea God at him, golden divine power beginning to condense.

"You... you're ganging up on us, what kind of skill is that!" Tang San shouted, his voice sharp but his voice weak, trying to find a glimmer of hope while frantically channeling the Asura Divine Power within his body, preparing for a desperate fight.

"There's no need to talk about morality with a scourge like you," Bibi Dong said coldly. She raised her jade hand and endless purplish-black divine power transformed into shackles, sealing the heavens and the earth, and wrapping around Tang San.

"Killing God Domain - Asura Purgatory!" Tang San roared, fully activating the power of the Asura God. A dark red, ferocious armor phantom covered his body, and he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his hand. His aura surged, attempting to break through the blockade.

At the same time, Feng Yao made his move, swinging the Trident of the Sea God. The azure power of the vast ocean surged out like a tide, complementing Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God power to form a huge cage interwoven with blue and purple, trapping Tang San and his unleashed Asura God power firmly in place.

"Golden Thirteen Halberds - Unpredictable Storms!" The Wind and Arrow Halberd Technique changed, and golden halos bloomed from the tip of the halberd, carrying the power of the laws that imprison time and space, enveloping Tang San. The Unpredictable Storms released by the Trident of the Sea God were several times stronger than those of Fuxi.

"Divine Skill: Netherworld Rakshasa!" Bibi Dong silently swung her giant purplish-black scythe. In the sky, purple light swept down with the swing of the giant scythe, condensing into a huge purple scythe light blade hundreds of meters long. It tore through space, arriving first despite being behind, and slashed towards Tang San's neck!

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he unleashed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to its fullest extent, wildly swinging his Clear Sky Hammer to defend against the deadly attacks from the two peerless experts.

boom! boom! boom!
Inside the cramped cave, energy collided and exploded wildly! Blue, gold, purplish-black, and blood-red divine powers of four different attributes clashed fiercely, and the dissipated energy shockwaves completely blew up the entire cave and even the ground above, revealing the outside sky!

Three beams of light shot into the sky from the collapsed ruins, and under the horrified gazes of the million-strong army of the Martial Soul Empire, they engaged in an earth-shattering battle in mid-air!

The three beams of divine light collided violently in the sky above the battlefield, tearing a huge rift in the clouds.

Feng Yao struck first, his Trident of the Sea God stirring up towering blue waves. The Golden Thirteen Halberds condensed into layers of blue light before him, while his right arm's dark gold light surged—the Guixu Right Arm Soul Bone skill "Tear the Sky" aimed directly at Tang San's heart meridian. The Innate Eight Trigrams Plate appeared in his palm, using the Kan trigram to draw upon the surrounding water elements to amplify the power of the vast ocean.

A cruel glint flashed in Bibi Dong's purple eyes. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe tore through space, unleashing a slash of ghostly flames that corroded divine essence. Nine purplish-black halos appeared behind her—the Rakshasa Divine Skill "Rakshasa Prison" instantly unfolded, swallowing Tang San into her own small world to prevent his escape. The Death Spider Queen's poisonous mist and the Soul Devouring Spider Queen's mental attack erupted simultaneously in the space.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he parried with his Clear Sky Hammer and Asura Demon Sword. His dark red killing domain and azure sea god domain flashed alternately, but both continuously contracted under the suppression of a god-level expert and Feng Yao, a Limit Douluo. He moved with incredible speed and precision using the Ghost Shadow Step, his Xuan Jade Hand directly blocking the Heaven-Tearing Claw's force, his tiger's mouth splitting open and bleeding profusely.

"Unpredictable Storm!" Feng Yao suddenly changed his move, golden halos wrapping around him. Tang San was about to break free when Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Demon Scythe was already slashing at the back of his neck. In the critical moment, he jerked back, the demon scythe grazing his nose, the resulting gale tearing half of his cheek apart.

"Divine Skill, Asura!"

The Asura Demon Sword in Tang San's hand erupted with blinding blood light, and six phantom arms suddenly appeared behind him, forming six giant Asura Swords. But Feng Yao's Fuxi Qin music rang out at the right time, transforming into invisible sound waves that struck his soul directly, instantly slowing his movements.

Bibi Dong seized the opening and activated the Rakshasa Divine Skill "Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart". Countless vengeful spirits pierced through the defenses and frantically devoured Tang San's soul. The Asura Divine Armor shattered under the strain, and dark golden divine blood spilled from Tang San's seven orifices. The six-armed phantoms that formed six giant Asura swords instantly dissipated.

Inside the Temple of Asura in the realm of gods.

Seated atop his crimson throne, the Asura God stared intently at the siege unfolding in the Rakshasa Domain below, his brows furrowed, the surging murderous aura around him revealing his turbulent emotions. "A weak foundation, utterly useless..." His icy divine sense swept over Tang San's swaying figure amidst the storm of attacks, a surge of indescribable irritation rising within him.

Over the past few months, under Feng Yao's relentless pursuit, Tang San was indeed forced to unleash some of his potential, and his use of the Asura God's power became more ruthless and decisive. However, this was like a tree without roots, seemingly growing wildly, but in reality, its core was hollow. His foundation, built up by a large amount of external force and lacking sufficient time to mature and refine, was simply unable to bear the vast and boundless true power of the Asura God's position, representing the origin of slaughter and judgment.

Forcibly injecting more divine power will only cause this mortal vessel to burst, just like an exquisite glass cup that cannot contain the surging magma.

"Still... far from it." The God of Asura murmured to himself, a trace of helplessness and disappointment creeping across his face. What he needed was an enforcer who could perfectly execute his will and maintain the balance of the divine realm, not a "fragile object" who required his constant protection and could barely even protect himself. The existence of Feng Yao was like a cruel mirror, reflecting the greatest weakness of this "mandate of heaven" heir.

The three beams of light collided wildly within the purplish-black miniature world constructed by the Rakshasa God's power, causing energy to surge and the laws to lament.

Feng Yao wields the Trident of the Sea God, effortlessly wielding the thirteen golden halberds. At times, the "Unpredictable Storms" imprison space, and at other times, the "Eternal Vastness" flows endlessly. His halberd technique is exquisite, drawing upon the power of the vast ocean. The Primordial Eight Trigrams Plate floats behind him, with the Kan trigram transforming into layers of water curtains to neutralize attacks.

Bibi Dong, like the ruler of the night, wielded her Rakshasa Demon Scythe with an eerie purple light that corroded all things with every swing. Within her "Nine Hells of the Underworld" domain, vengeful spirits wailed, constantly assaulting Tang San's mind and weakening his fighting spirit. The Death Spider Queen's deadly poison condensed into countless fine threads, binding and binding him, while the Soul Devouring Spider Queen's mental attacks were like invisible spikes, repeatedly attempting to tear apart Tang San's soul defenses.

Tang San was at a severe disadvantage, like a lone boat in a storm. Dark red divine power surged forth, barely managing to construct a crumbling defense. He used the Ghost Shadow Steps to dart and weave within the confined space, pushing his Crane Control and Dragon Capture techniques to their limits. However, under the combined attack of two opponents stronger than himself, he was already riddled with wounds. His Asura Armor, formed from divine power, was cracked, his aura was constantly declining, and blood stained his tattered robes. His eyes were filled with resentment and despair; defeat seemed only a matter of time.

Just as Feng Yao's Sky-Tearing Technique was about to pierce Tang San's heart, a sudden change occurred!

Just then—BOOM!

A magnificent, righteous, and indomitable golden divine light slammed into Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Small World barrier like a sharp sword! The entire purplish-black Small World trembled violently.

The three people inside the small world all paused in their movements.

"This aura...it's Mu Bai!" Tang San instantly recognized the God of War's power, and a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his despairing heart! The enemy of my enemy is my friend! Mu Bai has come to save me?
Outside the small world, Dai Mubai, who had just arrived at the battlefield, was bathed in the dazzling golden light of the God of War. He clearly sensed Tang San's precarious state within the small world, as well as the terrifying pressure emanating from Feng Yao and Bibi Dong. Without any hesitation, he concentrated the power of the God of War into his fist and once again slammed it against the barrier of the small world!
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" Bibi Dong's purple eyes turned cold, displeased that Dai Mubai, the newly crowned "War God Prince," dared to provoke her domain. A thought flashed through her mind; she was preparing to forcibly pull Dai Mubai into this small world as well, eliminating him along with Tang San to prevent future troubles.

"Aunt Dong, wait a minute." Feng Yao's voice entered Bibi Dong's mind in time through divine sense. "Dai Mubai has not yet officially inherited the godhood. Killing him now will not leave the God of War's position vacant. It will not benefit the overall situation. On the contrary, it may alert the enemy and make Shura more vigilant. Let him live for now. Our primary target is still Tang San."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong paused slightly. She instantly understood Feng Yao's consideration. Killing a Chosen One who hadn't fully inherited the divine power was indeed pointless; it would only waste energy and might give Tang San an opportunity to escape. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she changed her mind.

Just as Dai Mubai was about to launch his third attack, the purplish-black barrier in front of him suddenly rippled open an entrance like water!
Dai Mubai was taken aback, but eager to save lives, he didn't care whether it was a trap or not. He unleashed his full power as a War God and transformed into a golden streak of light as he rushed in!
However, as soon as he entered the small world, before he could even grasp the situation, he felt the space around him instantly freeze! The Rakshasa divine power, which was more than ten times denser than the outside world, was like countless cold shackles, binding him firmly in mid-air, making it difficult for him to even move his fingers! Bibi Dong didn't even need to make a special move; with just a thought, the power of the rules of this small world itself easily suppressed Dai Mubai, who had not yet become a god.

"Mu Bai!" Tang San's newly raised hope was instantly shattered when he saw that Dai Mu Bai had been subdued so easily, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Dai Mubai struggled desperately, his golden war god power relentlessly assaulting the purplish-black shackles, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea—he couldn't budge the slightest bit the domain controlled by a true deity. Only then did he truly realize the chasm-like gap between himself and a true god-level powerhouse!
Bibi Dong glanced coldly at the imprisoned Dai Mubai, as if looking at a fly that had strayed into a spider web, before her gaze locked onto Tang San again, her killing intent undiminished.

Feng Yao remained firmly in the lead, and the Trident of the Sea God, with its overwhelming power, continued its relentless offensive against Tang San, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

The situation instantly returned to square one, or even worse—Tang San's only "reinforcement," Dai Mubai, didn't even last a single exchange before becoming Bibi Dong's prisoner. Tang San was once again caught in the deadly siege of Feng Yao and Bibi Dong, isolated and helpless, his defeat seemingly inevitable. Dai Mubai's intrusion appeared to be nothing more than a trivial interlude in this grand hunt.

Within the Rakshasa Minor World, the battle has reached its final stage.

Under the relentless onslaught of Feng Yao's Golden Thirteen Halberds and Bibi Dong's unpredictable Rakshasa Divine Skill, Tang San was already at his limit. His Asura Divine Armor shattered completely, his body's light dimmed, and he knelt on the ground, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes unfocused, filled with resentment and despair.

"It's over, Tang San." Bibi Dong's icy voice announced the final judgment.

Her figure flashed before Tang San like a ghost, her purplish-black Rakshasa divine power gathering in her right hand. Her slender, white fingers had transformed into the sharpest blade in the world. There were no flashy soul skills, just the simplest, most direct thrust—

"Pfft!"

With a muffled thud as flesh was pierced, Bibi Dong's palm pierced Tang San's chest with perfect accuracy, crushing his heart!
Tang San's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widening instantly, the light in his pupils flickering out like a candle in the wind. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only more blood gushed out. He could clearly feel his life force being frantically devoured and annihilated by a cold, evil divine power.

"I... am not reconciled..." With his last shred of will dissipated, Tang San's head drooped limply, and his breath ceased completely.

This chosen one from the original story, Tang San of the Tang Sect, who once stirred up the winds and clouds across the continent, ultimately perished at the hands of Bibi Dong, the Empress of the Spirit Empire and the Rakshasa Goddess, in this purplish-black small world controlled by her. (End of this chapter)