Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 467 Bloodlust and Empowerment

The bald man's expression was equally solemn. He nodded to his companion to indicate that he understood, and then turned his gaze back to where Tang San was standing. Facing an enemy with such strange methods, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

But things didn't go as planned. In the instant he turned to exchange glances with his companions, Tang San had vanished from his sight when he looked back again.

"what?"

Tang San, using the Ghostly Shadow Steps, quickly reached the two men again. His Clear Sky Hammer shone brightly and smashed down on the fat man's head. A sound of bones cracking rang out. When the bald man turned around to look at his companion, all he saw was the fat man's miserable death.

"Who are you?"

"The person who killed you."

Tang San's cold and brief words made the bald man's heart pound. In just two exchanges, he realized that he was no match for the person in front of him, but he did not want to die here. Six spirit rings, one white, two yellow, two purple, and one black, rose up in succession. The bald man's spirit was a horse-like creature. After activating all his spirit skills, he fled into the distance at high speed, unwilling to confront Tang San head-on.

Seeing this, Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile. He wasn't afraid of anyone when it came to speed.

The Ghostly Shadow Strikes again, and in a few flashes, Tang San caught up with the bald man who was running at full speed, and the Clear Sky Hammer was once again raised above his head.

Sensing the whooshing sound of the giant hammer swinging behind him, the bald man was terrified and kicked backward with a horse-riding kick.

"what!"

Another shrill scream rang out. How could ordinary legs possibly be a match for the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world? After the collision, the bald man's leg bones broke, and after screaming, he flew dozens of meters away and crashed into a giant tree before coming to a stop.

The bald man had survived in the Kill Town for so long, experiencing no fewer than a hundred battles, big and small. But even so, the intense pain in his legs caused cold sweat to pour from his forehead, and waves of despair washed over him. He knew that most of his strength came from his legs, and now that they were broken, he was practically powerless to fight back.

Seeing Tang San approaching step by step, wielding a massive hammer, the bald man's eyes widened in fear. He tried to retreat, but due to the severity of his leg injuries, he was completely unable to. Seeing Tang San raise the hammer again, the man could only grovel before the ground, begging for mercy:

"Please forgive my offense, sir. I suppose you and your companions are new to this place and are not yet familiar with the environment. I can be your guide and will obey your orders from now on. Please spare my life."

Seeing the other party's decisiveness, Tang San did not rush to attack. Instead, he looked the bald man up and down and asked:

"Your name, how long have you been here, and why?"

"Sir, my name is Walton. I encountered a small team from the Spirit Hall while hunting souls and obtained a soul bone. I became greedy and killed all of them before stealing the soul bone and escaping. Later, I was chased by the Spirit Hall and had no choice but to enter the territory of Slaughter Town. It has been two years since then."

Tang San raised an eyebrow. A grudge against the Spirit Hall? Well, that doesn't mean this person's life can't be spared.

Without offering any further explanation, Tang San's blue silver grass sprouted from the ground and tightly bound the burly man's waist. Tang San intended to take him back inside.

But the bald, burly man was unaware of this, thinking that Tang San still wanted his life, and struggled desperately while begging for mercy.

"My lord, please spare my life! I'm very familiar with the town and can save you a lot of trouble, sir."

"Stop arguing. If I don't kill you, do you think you can walk away on your own now?"

"Uh..." Hearing Tang San say that he wouldn't kill him, the bald man instantly breathed a sigh of relief. As he relaxed, the pain in his legs returned, and he finally understood Tang San's intention. He obediently stayed put and stopped struggling, letting the other man drag him towards the wooden house.

Upon reaching the wooden house, Tang San stopped, his gaze shifting between the corpses of the group. Finally, he gritted his teeth and used Blue Silver Grass to bind all the corpses together, dragging them into the wooden house.

Upon hearing the commotion, Ma Hongjun immediately looked towards the door and saw Tang San dragging in a large pile of corpses and a pale-faced bald man. A look of deep confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Damn it, Tang San, you should have thrown the person away after you killed them. Why drag them back? I didn't really want to eat to begin with, and now I'm even less inclined to. Poor me, all this muscular pork belly."

Ignoring the fat man's antics, Tang San looked directly at him with a serious expression and said:
"Don't you want to know what Oscar discovered? And why do you insist on leaving?"

"why?"

Upon hearing that Tang San was willing to mention it, the fat man immediately dropped his playful expression. He hadn't asked about it all along not because he didn't want to know, but because he was worried about what bad things might happen if he knew something he shouldn't know.

Seeing that Tang San was willing to talk, Ma Hongjun immediately put on an attentive listening face.

"You keep an eye on it."

Tang San didn't offer any further explanation. Six uniquely configured spirit rings—four yellow and two black—rose one after another from the Blue Silver Grass. With a slight twitch at the corner of the fat man's mouth, the fifth black spirit ring suddenly burst into light, and countless vines rose from the ground inside the house, piercing straight into the corpses of those fallen ones.

Under the horrified gazes of Ma Hongjun and the bald man, all the corpses began to shrivel at a visible speed, while the Blue Silver Grass that had been inserted began to pulsate like blood vessels, as if absorbing some kind of energy.

After a while, all the corpses on the floor turned into mummies, and Tang San once again used his sixth soul skill, sending several Blue Silver Grasses straight towards Walton behind him.

Bald Walton was so frightened by what he saw that he almost peed his pants. He had just witnessed what the other party had done and thought that Tang San would do the same to him.

"No, no, sir!"

In his panic, Walton hadn't even uttered a complete sentence before the vein-like Blue Silver Grass pierced his body. As the Blue Silver Grass surged again, the blood nutrients and soul power he had just absorbed from the corpse were slowly injected into his body.

Walton's badly injured leg bones began to crack and pop, and his body began to slowly swell. The whole process lasted for several tens of minutes before the bald Walton got up and looked at his body in disbelief.

"This this."

"My injuries are completely healed? And my soul power has even increased to level 68."

Walton looked at Tang San with the same reverence one would show a god. He had never heard of such a strange method before, but this did not affect his quick wit. He immediately knelt down and pledged his loyalty to Tang San.

“My lord, Walton is willing to serve you with his life. Please accept me as your servant.”

Tang San ignored him and instead kept observing Ma Hongjun's expression. Compared to Walton's ecstatic joy, the fat man was now completely dumbfounded.

"Tang San, won't doing this get you hunted down by the entire continent?"

(End of this chapter)