Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 148 The Rakshasa God's Madness, Great-Grandson Kills Ancestor

These fallen soul masters were hoping that the King of Slaughter would come to save them, and Ning Qiuyang was also waiting for the King of Slaughter to arrive.

Tang San and Tang Hao have both passed away. How can Tang Chen, as an elder, live on in this world? He should send them off on their journey as well.

However, as the Fallen Soul Masters of the Slaughter City suffered defeat after defeat and were routed, the King of Slaughter still did not appear.

"Did he run away?"

Deep within the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter is very busy.

He was clearly a single person, but there were three voices in his mind.

"Asura God, I've been deceived by you! I, Rakshasa God, have been deceived by you!"

The Rakshasa God kept shouting and cursing at the Asura God.

"Is this Tang San your son? Is it necessary for you to treat him like this?"

Rakshasa God was furious. All along, he had been secretly sabotaging the Asura God's divine succession, but he hadn't realized that every time he interfered with the Asura God's divine succession, he himself suffered a backlash.

He himself had never realized this method before, but this time, all of the Asura God's methods against him were unleashed at once.

All his divine senses were taken by the Asura God and mixed with half of Tang San's soul, allowing him to compensate for the other half of Tang San's soul.

And that's not all; they even transferred their combined souls into Tang Chen's body, severely restricting him.

"Tang San, get out of my way, get out of my way."

The Rakshasa God wished he could tear himself apart, but he couldn't.

Tang San remained silent. Although the Rakshasa God's divine sense had repaired him, Tang San, who was missing half of his soul, had become somewhat sluggish.

After listening to the Rakshasa God shouting for a long time, he finally responded with a single sentence.

"Didn't you want to play with me? Now, we can never be apart again."

"Get out of here!"

The Rakshasa god wanted to cry but had no tears.

He felt that choosing Tang San as one of his successors was the most foolish decision he had ever made, and he never expected that the God of Asura would be so shameless.

"Who are you two? Get out of here!"

After exchanging insults with Rakshasa God and Tang San for a long time, Tang Chen, who was in a daze, finally gradually regained his senses.

When he was receiving the inheritance of the Asura God, he was secretly interfered with by the Rakshasa God and was eventually parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

After that, he lived in a daze, his consciousness suppressed to the lowest point.

As Tang San and the hybrid body of the Rakshasa God's divine sense possessed him, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King voluntarily withdrew from parasitizing Tang Chen's main body due to the influence of the Rakshasa God's divine sense.

This allowed Tang Chen to gradually regain consciousness.

After regaining some consciousness, Tang Chen didn't even have time to be happy or to think about how many years he had been parasitized before he heard Rakshasa God and Tang San arguing.

Tang Chen was furious.

He'd been parasitized by a bat for so many years, and he was already seething with resentment. Now, where did these two bastards come from, trying to pull this trick on him again?

"Damn it, this body is already too crowded. Just let me devour it."

After Tang San's soul and Rakshasa God's divine sense were mixed together, Rakshasa God's divine sense was severely suppressed, but he did not completely lose his self-awareness. Their control over their souls was basically half and half.

"Ah~"

After saying this, the Rakshasa God tore off a piece of Tang Chen's soul and swallowed it.

"The taste is alright, but it's a bit hard to digest."

The intense pain of his shattered soul caused Tang Chen to let out a series of shrill roars. The terrifying knights who had come to find the King of Slaughter trembled upon hearing these screams and dared not utter a sound.

After hesitating for a long time, just as he was about to ask a question, an even more shrill scream rang out.

The image of the King of Slaughter in the hearts of these people in the Slaughter City was both powerful and terrifying. Scott hesitated for a moment, then chose to turn and leave.

Run, we must run.

He feared that he had disturbed the King of Slaughter, and that he would be killed by the enraged King of Slaughter before the King could deal with the attacking enemy.

With the King of Slaughter out of reach, Scott had no choice but to find his own way out.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the Killing City, and he planned to find a secluded place to hide.

Whether the enemy completely conquers the Killing City or the Killing King goes out to fight back, he can at least survive until the end.

Nearly one-tenth of Tang Chen's soul has already been torn apart and devoured.

At first, it was only half of Rakshasa God's soul that devoured Tang Chen's soul, but later, Tang San also joined in.

Rakshasa God asked, "Tang San, do you know who this person is?"

Tang San remained silent, only relentlessly devouring Tang Chen's soul.

The Rakshasa God laughed maniacally, saying, "This person is your elder, he is your father Tang Hao's biological grandfather, that is, your great-grandfather. You unfilial great-grandson, you actually devoured your own great-grandfather's soul, hahaha."

"What? You're Hao'er's son?"

Tang Chen, whose soul was on the verge of collapse, exclaimed in astonishment.

After so many years, he heard news of Tang Hao again, but he never expected it to be like this.

"That's right, he is your great-grandson, named Tang San. Isn't he a very filial great-grandson?"

The Rakshasa God was an unpredictable and wicked god who enjoyed playing tricks on others. After being tricked by the Asura God, he went even further down the path of madness and never looked back.

"Tang San? Tang San, stop right now! I am your great-grandfather!"

Tang Chen had no idea how his great-grandson had become like this, and how he had suddenly entered his body.

All he wanted now was for them to stop. Tang Chen had been living in a daze for years, and there were still many regrets he hadn't been able to make up for. He didn't want to die just as he was regaining consciousness.

"Tang San, your great-grandfather is begging you. Will you let him go? If you ask sincerely, I might be able to agree."

Tang San remained silent, but tore off another piece of Tang Chen's soul.

He could devour even his own father, Tang Hao, and force his lover, Xiao Wu, to sacrifice herself, let alone this so-called great-grandfather whom he had never met.

He felt that the Rakshasa God was right; the body was too crowded.

If Tang Chen's soul isn't devoured, he'll probably be the one expelled from the body once he recovers from his weakened state.

"You scoundrel, you scoundrel! How could Hao'er have given birth to such a rebellious son?"

Tang Chen also wanted to retaliate, but firstly, his soul was extremely weak, and secondly, Tang San's soul, after being mixed with the Rakshasa God, was imbued with divine power, making its quality far superior to Tang Chen's.

Tang San remained unmoved.

Having died once again, he now has only one goal: to survive, to survive by any means necessary, even if it means his soul is intertwined with the Rakshasa God, becoming neither human nor ghost, he will still struggle to survive.

Tang Chen's screams grew more intense, then gradually faded away.

After half of his soul was devoured, Tang Chen completely lost consciousness and could only let Tang San and Rakshasa God devour him.

"I'm full," said the Rakshasa God. "Finally, we have plenty of space."

Without Tang Chen's soul, this body can finally accommodate the two of their strange and twisted souls.

(End of this chapter)