Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 550 Tang Chen
The King of Slaughter's eyes were filled with madness. He only wanted to tear Tang San, this junior who had repeatedly challenged his authority, to pieces. However, due to the influence of the God of Asura, he might not be able to do that. But he could still teach him a lesson he would never forget.

"Ten Thousand Bats Demon Shadow!"

As the King of Slaughter unfurled his enormous bat wings, countless tiny black bats were released, each possessing terrifying speed as they rained down on Tang San's location like a storm.

Faced with the dense black net approaching, Tang San's expression remained calm, his scarlet eyes radiating a purple aura. At this moment, he had pushed the Purple Demon Eye to its limit.

At the same time, Tang San injected his soul power into his remaining blood, condensing and solidifying it, and then used a special Tang Sect technique to shoot it straight at the heart of the King of Slaughter.

That crimson hue was so inconspicuous among the overwhelming swarm of bats that even the King of Slaughter failed to spot it.

Bodhi Blood, ranked second among the Hundred Solutions of Hidden Weapons of the Tang Clan, is a sinister technique that uses one's own blood as a catalyst. At first glance, it may not seem as powerful as the Yama's Decree, but it can cause an unparalleled explosion upon contact with the enemy. The name itself implies that even the Bodhi Patriarch would bleed in the face of such an attack.

As if guided by a navigation system, the Bodhi Blood smoothly passed through the giant net woven by bats, and just as the Thousand Bat Demon Shadows were about to touch Tang San, it successfully struck the opponent's abdomen.

The moment the Bodhi blood entered his body, the King of Slaughter instantly sensed something strange. When he saw the smile on Tang San's lips through the bat, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to cover the meridians in his abdomen to investigate.

A drop of blood, condensed from soul power, was releasing energy near his liver, and this energy was growing stronger and stronger.

"Damn it!"

Soul Masters cultivate soul power and physique, but their internal organs are very fragile. Tang San's method of releasing powerful attacks directly into the enemy's interior is undoubtedly extremely effective.

Even someone as powerful as the King of Slaughter couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock in time. It was obviously too late to try to extract the drop of blood now. In his haste, he could only use all his soul power to envelop the drop of blood, hoping that his vigilance would be effective.

But things didn't go as planned. As the violent explosion was released, a cloud of blood mist suddenly formed around the King of Slaughter's body. Looking down, a large hole about 40 centimeters long appeared in his abdomen, and all the organs that should have been inside had disappeared without a trace.

Blood began to gush from the wound, and the aura of the King of Slaughter began to visibly weaken.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, the King of Slaughter looked down at the man slumped in the slumped position, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

"you"

As the King of Slaughter was severely injured, the summoned bats slowly dissipated in front of Tang San, failing to cause him any harm.

"The third principle of the Xuan Tian Treasure Record is: once you have determined that your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a way of dying, do not show mercy, otherwise you will only add trouble to yourself."

“You harbored murderous intent from the very first day I arrived in the City of Slaughter. Although I don’t know what made you hesitate to act, it was a path to certain death. Don’t blame me.”

With victory in sight, Tang San subconsciously began to try to salvage the situation, successfully pinning the blame on the other party with the general principles of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu.

Seeing the other party staring at him with the air of a victor, the King of Slaughter's anger erupted.

"You brat, you think you've got this all figured out? I'll make sure you suffer even if I die."

After saying that, the King of Slaughter prepared to detonate all his soul power to perish together with Tang San. Tang San's expression also changed drastically. As he retreated, the Clear Sky Hammer reappeared in front of him, ready for any eventuality.

Perhaps it was this action, or perhaps it was Shura exerting his power again, but just before the King of Slaughter self-destructed, his eyes suddenly regained their clarity, the crimson color in his eyes faded away, and his raging soul power subsided once more.

Tang San, keenly aware of the situation, stopped instantly, but he still did not retract his Clear Sky Hammer in case the opponent suddenly attacked again. He could sense that the opponent seemed to have undergone a slight change, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

After scanning his surroundings for a moment, the King of Slaughter fixed his gaze on Tang San. When his eyes focused on the familiar Clear Sky Hammer, the King of Slaughter's pupils contracted slightly, and then slowly softened.

His gaze shifted upwards, landing on a face that seemed somewhat familiar. The King of Slaughter spoke slowly, his voice weak and strained.

"Who is Tang Tian to you?" "Hmm?"

Tang San frowned slightly. He had heard of this name before; his uncle had told him about it when he went to the Clear Sky Sect.

According to the relationship, he should call the other party "Grandpa" because he is the father of Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang Yuehua.

"Tang Tian is my grandfather. May I ask how you come to know him?"

"Oh? That kid Tang Tian already has a grandson? He just got married when I left the Haotian Sect!"

The King of Slaughter's expression gradually softened, and his listless aura seemed to have improved considerably. For some reason, Tang San actually saw a trace of affection in the other's eyes.

Sensing the key point in the other party's words, Tang San had some guesses in his mind.

"Are you also a member of the Haotian Sect?"

"Hahaha, it's not just the people from the Haotian Sect. Before Tang Tian, ​​the sect leader of the Haotian Sect was me, Tang Chen."

"And according to our relationship, I'm actually your great-grandfather!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression turned to one of utter shock, but being cautious by nature, he was unlikely to believe the other party based on just a few words. With a composed face, he said:

"Are you perhaps making fun of me?"

"Hahaha, it seems that I've been gone for too long and the sect has forgotten my existence."

Tang Chen forced a smile and laughed twice. Then, a black hammer with blue light patterns appeared in his hand. It was the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul that Tang San also possessed.

At this moment, Tang San completely believed the other party. People may lie, but a martial soul cannot be faked.

"Are you really my great-grandfather?"

"Then there is still a holiday?"

"Then why."

"Heh, you want to ask me why I became some lousy King of Slaughter in this City of Slaughter, right?"

Tang San didn't speak, but his eyes revealed his inner thoughts. He really wanted to know how his great-grandfather had become this inhuman, ghostly creature.

As his distant thoughts returned, Tang Chen slowly revealed a resentful expression.

"Because of that Asura God's test!"

"The Asura Divine Trial?"

Tang San exclaimed in surprise. Wasn't this Asura God Trial the very test he had undergone? If there was something fishy about it, he would have to reconsider whether he should continue to take the test, since he didn't want to end up like his great-grandfather.

Seeing Tang San's surprised and uncertain expression, Tang Chen shook his head again to dispel his doubts.

"You've also accepted the Asura God Trial, right? Don't worry, continue. It's not that there's a problem with the Asura God Trial, but rather that the residual divine thoughts of other gods are causing trouble."

(End of this chapter)