Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

The spacious and tall carriage moved slowly forward, leaving deep ruts behind it. The yellow sand swept through, and those deep marks disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The four people sat facing each other in the car. Next to Tang Shan was a middle-aged man with his eyes slightly closed and a peaceful expression, yet he could not hide his sacred and noble air. His face was handsome but not lacking in majesty, making him a sure-fire heartthrob for young girls and young women.

This person was none other than Qian Daoliu, the High Priest of the Angel God, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, one of only three Limit Douluo on the continent, and the grandfather of Qian Renxue.

Across from Tangshan and Qiandaoliu, needless to say, stood Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun. The two women were curiously looking out of the car, as this was the first time they had ever seen such a vast desert landscape.

An invisible spiritual force flowed between Qian Daoliu and Tang Shan, unnoticed by the two women opposite them.

"Protect Xiaoxue well. If anything happens to Xiaoxue, I will hold you accountable." Qian Daoliu's voice was very serious.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, I will bring you back safely," Tang Shan replied earnestly via telepathy.

"Great Master?" Qian Daoliu's eyes flashed with a complex light as he heard Tang Shan address him. He understood what Tang Shan meant, but Xiao Xue might not be willing to accept it.

"Well, let nature take its course. As long as Xiaoxue is safe, that's all that matters." Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly. Qian Renxue's situation was complicated, and he couldn't interfere recklessly. With the inheritance of two deities in his possession, the only thing he could do right now was to help her complete the divine trial as much as possible.

"There's one more thing. The former Pope's disciple is also going to Slaughter City this time. If you encounter him in Slaughter City, please help him if you can."

Qian Daoliu's words surprised Tang Shan, both because he was surprised that Hu Liena was also going to the Killing City, and because of Qian Daoliu's attitude towards her.

Logically speaking, Hu Liena is a strong contender for the papacy. Qian Daoliu should at least have them stand by and do nothing, if not eliminate them prematurely. But instead, she said she would help when she could.

Seemingly sensing Tang Shan's doubts, Qian Daoliu calmly explained, "Bibi Dong has been removed from her position as Pope. Currently, the affairs of the Spirit Hall are being handled by a group of elders, and we have dispatched a senior official to supervise. Having lost her power, it is absolutely impossible for her to push her disciple into that position again. Hu Liena is, after all, a member of our Spirit Hall, and her talent is not bad. She can also use Spirit Fusion Techniques. If she can grow up, she will be a good fighting force."

Tang Shan suddenly realized that the matter of Bibi Dong being removed from the position of Pope did not cause any ripples, and the reason for the removal was fabricated.

After all, Bibi Dong's actions are truly shocking. So, all of you simply discussed it briefly and kept quiet, leaving the various powers on the continent to speculate.

If this were in reality or a world with low martial arts, such a hasty decision would inevitably cause turmoil in the Spirit Hall and even the entire continent. Unfortunately, this is the Douluo Continent.

No matter how ordinary Douluo Continent may seem, it is still a fantasy world. The strong are the core that can stand firm. Bibi Dong's sudden loss of the position of Pope did not give the major forces any opportunity to take advantage of it. Instead, it made all the major forces feel a chill down their spines.

A Title Douluo, a top expert on the continent, fell from power so quietly, without even a whisper of it. This shows that the Spirit Hall's hidden strength is greater than imagined, and its influence is deeper than expected, deep enough to silently swallow up a top expert of Title Douluo level.

As for the incident of Tang Shan splitting the Papal Palace with an axe, the Spirit Hall naturally issued an arrest warrant and openly dispatched two Title Douluos, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, to apprehend him. As for the final result, the two Title Douluos showed due respect to this powerful figure with extraordinary strength who was expected to become one of the rulers of the Spirit Hall in the future.

"There's a carriage over there, quickly surround them! Wait, isn't that a woman?"

"It seems so, what a beautiful girl. I can't take it anymore, I've been a vegetarian for so many days."

"We'll take turns, line up, and everyone will get a bite of meat. Of course, the first bite will be reserved for the boss."

"The second-in-command is right. Hurry up, or they'll get away. I've never seen such beauties before."

A jumble of foul language drifted from afar, accompanied by the chaotic sounds of horses' hooves and footsteps.

Tang Shan swept his mental energy across the area and immediately saw the people surrounding the carriage. They were a group of bandits with towels tied around their heads. Some were riding horses, while others followed on foot, carrying broken weapons in their hands.

"Your Highness, why don't you take these people? It'll be a good opportunity for them to get used to fighting using their martial spirits and soul power." Tang Shan looked at Qian Renxue.

"Alright." Qian Renxue's eyes flashed coldly. She lightly touched the bottom of the car with her toes and leaped out. A cold, gleaming sword was in her hand. Her long hair flew in the air, and her wings spread behind her, as if she were an angel from heaven who was about to judge everything.

"Oh no, it's a Soul Master, Second Boss! Should we retreat?" One of the bandits was panicked, his legs trembling.

"What are you afraid of? I'm a Soul Master too. She's just a little girl. How can she be stronger than me?" A burly man among the bandits slapped his underling on the back of the head and said irritably. Then, he prepared to summon his Martial Soul. However, a brilliant sword light bloomed in front of him.

The essence of internal martial arts is control—controlling one's power to achieve maximum results with minimal expenditure. Facing a band of sand bandits, mostly ordinary people with the occasional one or two first-ring Soul Masters mixed in, Qian Renxue swept them away like autumn leaves in the wind. With each sword flower blooming, several sand bandits lost their lives. A purplish-black light surged in her eyes, and her killing skills improved rapidly.

After killing fewer than ten people, the bandits' fighting spirit completely collapsed. They scattered in all directions, clearly trying to delay Qian Renxue's pursuit.

"Zhu Yun, you should go too. Get used to the fighting. When we arrive in the Killing City, we'll be met with a bloodbath," Tang Shan said calmly to Zhu Zhu Yun.

"Yes, teacher." Before Zhu Zhuyun's voice had even finished, she had already transformed into a shadowy figure and pounced on the fleeing bandits.

Compared to Qian Renxue's dazzling and magnificent attacks, Zhu Zhuyun's offensive was much more covert. Blood flowers bloomed continuously, but others could not catch her traces at all.

Qian Daoliu watched the two women fight, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He was not surprised by Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun's cultivation levels, but by their fighting skills.

Even Qian Renxue's dazzling and gorgeous swordsmanship conceals a chilling killing intent at its core. The reason it is so dazzling and gorgeous is purely due to the characteristics of her own soul power.

In just three minutes, all the invading bandits were dealt with, and not a single one escaped, demonstrating how quickly the two women eliminated the enemy.

With a divine flame igniting in her hand, Qian Renxue casually waved her hand, and specks of golden-red fire naturally adhered to all the corpses. There was no strange smell, and after a few breaths, the area turned into a white wasteland.

"What does the Grand Elder think?" Tang Shan smiled at Qian Daoliu. Although Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun's combat experience was not yet rich enough, their combat skills were definitely top-notch.

"As long as they are careful of sneak attacks from behind, their current strength is more than enough to easily get through the Killing City," Qian Daoliu said realistically.

The City of Slaughter does not allow the use of Soul Rings or Soul Skills; only self-created Soul Skills and Soul Bone Skills are permitted. These two are essentially unsuitable for evil Soul Masters within the city.

Needless to say, the former is now the era of Dou Yi. The Death Canyon, the gathering place of evil soul beasts, is closely guarded by the Spirit Hall. It is already extremely difficult to kill a soul beast, obtain a soul ring, and escape, let alone hunt them in large numbers.

As for self-created soul skills, evil soul masters who are already mentally unstable are in a place like the City of Slaughter, which is extremely easy to drive people crazy. It would be impressive if they could barely maintain their sanity. It would be absolutely impossible for them to stay sane for a long time.

Given the strength that Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun displayed without using their soul skills, sweeping through the City of Slaughter might be an exaggeration, but as long as they are wary of sneak attacks, passing through easily shouldn't be too difficult.

The carriage started moving again, the wheels making a slight creak as they rolled over the sand and gravel. As the sun rose high in the sky, a dilapidated tavern came into view.

The tavern was small, only a little over a hundred square meters, and a variety of villains sat inside. They noticed the slowly moving carriage, and their malicious gazes converged on it.

Chapter 491 Entering the City of Slaughter

"The City of Slaughter, we've arrived." Qian Daoliu sat calmly in the carriage, showing no intention of moving.

Tang Shan stepped down from the carriage, followed closely by Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun. Despite the many malicious stares, the three remained expressionless.

The moment the three appeared, they immediately became the focus of attention in the tavern. Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun, needless to say, their stunning beauty would inevitably make them the center of trouble. As for Tang Shan, there were always some people with unique tastes who simply preferred his style.

However, no one preparing to enter the Killing City was a fool. Those who could come here must have some confidence. The group of villains in the tavern temporarily suppressed the surging desires in their hearts. As for how long they could endure it, no one knew.

"Adjust your mindset and prepare to enter the City of Slaughter." Tang Shan turned his head and said calmly to the two women. The next moment, he transformed into a phantom and rushed into the dilapidated tavern.

The moment Tangshan spoke, the thugs in the tavern became alert, but Tangshan's surprise attack was too swift.

Whoohoo!

The surrounding scenery flashed by. Tang Shan entered the tavern and casually swept his hand across the room. Two thugs were sent flying, their chests caved in, and they died instantly.

He turned, accelerated, and struck. There was no loud roar, just a light touch on the heads of the remaining thugs, a sharp, forceful breath, and their heads exploded like rotten watermelons, filth and blood covering the ground.

"Soul Possession!" Finally, a Soul Master reacted, his body began to swell, and a blood-red light appeared on his body.

Pfft!

The changes in his body came to an abrupt halt. The Soul Master looked down with difficulty and realized that a large hole had appeared in his chest, and his burly body fell backward, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

Simple and expressive, efficient and swift, Tangshan's moves and techniques are devoid of superfluous variations, displaying only pure power.

Walking was like hitting someone. Tang Shan had only quickened his pace and made a few contacts with the "guests" in the tavern when they "mysteriously" died. It was a truly terrifying story.

boom!

Tang Shan casually flicked his finger, giving the thin man in front of him a sharp tap on the head. The man fell backward, his mind racing.

With that, the last "customer" of the tavern perished, leaving only Tang Shan and a bartender behind the counter in the entire tavern. His legs trembled violently, his face was deathly pale, and he looked at Tang Shan as if he were looking at a demon.

"Your Highness, Zhu Yun, please come in." With a slight wave of his hand, Tang Shan easily wiped the blood off his hands, demonstrating precise control over his body and strength. He walked to the bartender, tapping his fingers lightly on the bar counter. "We'd like to enter the City of Slaughter, is that alright?"

Normally, there are three levels of trials to enter the City of Slaughter:

First, drink Bloody Mary, which is human blood;

Second, everyone in the tavern engages in a chaotic battle, and the sole survivor can undergo the final test.

Third, pass the test of the law enforcement knights to officially enter the City of Slaughter.

Tangshan didn't want to drink human blood, nor was he too lazy to play any kind of chaotic battle, so he simply took action in advance and sent the people in the tavern on their way.

There are only two kinds of people who want to go to the City of Slaughter: evil soul masters or villains who have committed evil deeds and have nowhere to escape, and soul masters like them who want to go to the City of Slaughter for training.

Tangshan could easily tell the difference between the two from their clothing and the aura they exuded. Since there were no good people among them, he had absolutely no reason to stay.

"But you didn't pass the final test, and only one person can enter at a time," the bartender said, trembling, looking at Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun behind Tang Shan, feeling extremely unwilling.

"I'm informing you, not discussing it with you." Tang Shan's fist slowly clenched, a hint of his terrifying aura leaking out. "Or, you can choose to let me open it myself."

Let the madman in front of him open it himself. The bartender naturally understood Tang Shan's implication. For his own safety, he finally moved aside, lifted a movable wooden board, and revealed the steps leading to the ground.

"Your Highness, Zhu Yun, let's go." Tang Shan called out, then looked at Qian Daoliu, who had somehow appeared at the tavern entrance.

Qian Daoliu nodded. "Be careful on your journey. If you encounter any life-threatening situations, just turn back. I'll cover for you."

This is the advantage of having powerful backing. Tang Shan sighed inwardly, no longer hesitating, and took the lead in stepping down the stairs.

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun followed behind him without the slightest hesitation. The unlucky bartender watched the three disappear at the entrance, hesitated several times, and finally let out a helpless sigh.

"You'd better leave here first," Qian Daoliu glanced at the bartender and casually reminded him.

The bartender was somewhat surprised, but sensing the faint yet astonishing soul power fluctuations emanating from Qian Daoliu, he obediently left the tavern and ran several hundred meters away.

As Qian Daoliu sensed the bartender's aura fading away, he no longer held back. His level 99 soul power, refined to the extreme, instantly surged, and terrifying light and divine power began to converge. The great sun in the sky, inspired by him, poured down magnificent energy.

Six pairs of dazzling wings unfurled behind him, and a colossal phantom of an angel reached to the heavens and the earth. The angelic holy sword rapidly condensed, and Qian Daoliu's upright figure merged into the phantom behind him, making the phantom even more solid.

The expansion of the angelic realm elevated the aura to a new level, and Qian Daoliu floated in mid-air, quietly waiting.

A moment later, a blood-red pillar of light shot into the sky, destroying the tavern. A blood-red figure unfurled huge bat wings behind him, and a pair of blood-red pupils looked at Qian Daoliu warily. "Divine servant, what do you mean? Why have you offended my master's divine domain?"

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King did have some brains; facing Qian Daoliu, the High Priest of Gods, it decisively borrowed his power. Originally just an ordinary soul beast in the City of Slaughter, it somehow placed itself on par with the High Priest of Gods.

Qian Daoliu was not surprised that the King of Slaughter saw through his identity at a glance. He had long known that the City of Slaughter was also a place of divine inheritance, but he did not know which god the other party represented.

"I will not offend the divine realm, but I also hope that my three juniors can undergo normal trials in the City of Slaughter, and that they will not suffer unfair treatment. I have left a way to protect them, so if any powerful figure attacks them, I will teleport them directly in."

Every word he uttered subtly referenced the King of Slaughter, yet every sentence subtly alluded to him. The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King was furious and wanted to righteously refuse, but sensing Qian Daoliu's expanding domain, he ultimately chose to yield.

There was no other way; the opponent's domain was similar to the God of Slaughter's Domain, and Soul Masters could still use their Soul Skills normally under its influence.

Moreover, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King sensed a certain familiarity with the aura of the person before him. He remembered that one of the two previous Gods of Slaughter possessed a similar aura. Back then, he was busy vying for control of Tang Chen's body and was also wary of the interference of other gods, so he let the other party go. Now, the real person had appeared right before him.

In other words, the person in front of him not only had the ability to force his way into the City of Slaughter, but also knew a God of Slaughter.

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, having made this connection, no longer hesitated and decisively admitted defeat: "Fine, I promise you, as long as they meet the conditions for opening the Hell Road, I will not stop them."

"Good." Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, deactivated his Martial Soul True Body, and withdrew his sacred soul power. His six pairs of wings suddenly flapped, and he soared into the sky, quickly disappearing from the sight of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

A golden light pierced the sky, cutting through the layers of clouds. Qian Daoliu, who was flying back, fell into deep thought: "Why do I feel a familiar aura on that King of Slaughter?"

"Damn it, what bad luck." The King of Slaughter cursed under his breath, and was about to head back when he suddenly sensed something, his expression turning even uglier. "Why is there another one?"

"Nana, there are no rules in the inner layer of the City of Slaughter. As long as you are strong enough, you can do whatever you want. You must be careful."

Furthermore, participating in a death match is not the most dangerous thing; the most dangerous thing is that after you finish the fight, you are greatly exhausted and are ambushed by the others.

You possess the aura of the God of Slaughter's Domain within you; the King of Slaughter dares not harm you. Your only task is to survive, traverse the Hell Road, and acquire the God of Slaughter's Domain.

The teacher's earnest teachings echoed in her ears. Hu Liena, slowly descending the slope, gripped the dagger in her hand, wary of everything around her.