Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 346: Who said we have the King of Slaughter backing us up?

The real Meng Po soup makes you forget your past and be reincarnated.

The fake Meng Po soup was actually used for interrogation.

Among the fallen, there are indeed Soul Masters who can see people's memories.

But who can guarantee that such a Soul Master won't lie?

Therefore, it is necessary to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup before judging the guilty!

Of course, it doesn't really matter how much you drink; drinking more won't hurt either.

Tang San was taken aback. Was she trying to intimidate him?

Why did he not retaliate after being threatened?

Six spirit rings, gray, gray, gray, gray, gray, quickly rose from Tang San's feet, and a huge Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang San's hand.

Only then did Tang San realize the changes within himself.

None of his soul skills were usable, and all his soul rings had turned gray, looking lifeless.

Of course, Soul Bone Skills are not affected in any way. The main issue is that Soul Skills cannot be used, and "Self-created Soul Skills" are also unaffected.

"???"

At this moment, Tang San recalled Tang Hao's words; he truly could no longer use his soul skills.

What does this tell us?

This means this is the City of Slaughter!

Only the City of Slaughter possesses this characteristic.

Upon seeing this, the three men smiled slightly. Almost everyone who came here was someone who was unwilling to be ordinary.

In particular, powerful Soul Masters from the outside world believe themselves to be incomparably strong and capable of dominating the City of Slaughter.

Upon arriving here, I discovered that the spirit rings were unusable!

A normal Soul Master has more than 90% of their strength within their Soul Rings.

Being unable to use spirit rings is tantamount to crippling this spirit master.

Of course, a strengthened Soul Master will naturally be much stronger than some lower-level Soul Masters, especially a Beast Soul Master.

Meng Po took a step forward, and lotus flower effects appeared under her feet. The next moment, a soul ring appeared.

Nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—rose rapidly from beneath her feet, and a faint layer of white mist enveloped her body.

This is the "permission" granted by the King of Slaughter, allowing "Meng Po" to use her soul skills normally in the City of Slaughter without being affected by its rules.

Tang San: "..."

At this moment, Tang San fell silent.

Damn it, a fake Meng Po is actually a Title Douluo!

That's fine, she's a Title Douluo who can use Soul Skills!

Although his spirit rings were within the limit, he was a true Title Douluo, someone he couldn't possibly handle in his current state.

"Do you want to drink the soup yourself, or does your sister feed it to you?"

A red light flashed in Meng Po's eyes as she spoke calmly.

The young man in front of me does indeed have some talent as a Soul Master, and he doesn't have the aura of a Fallen One. It's the result of his genuine cultivation.

Having cultivated to the Soul Emperor level at such a young age, he has every reason to be arrogant.

Unfortunately, he simply didn't understand how to assess the situation.

Tang San silently withdrew his martial soul and then walked towards "Meng Po," feeling that his future was shrouded in darkness.

He has no choice but to drink this soup.

"Young man, this soup is neither poison nor something that is difficult to swallow. On the contrary, it was carefully prepared by Lady Meng Po."

You should feel blessed.

Tang San pursed his lips. He'd know whether it was poison or not once he drank it.

Why would you use such rhetoric to deceive him?

"Hmph, I'll drink it!"

Tang San said coldly, "What can I do?"

The previous threats still seemed to echo in his ears, making him somewhat alarmed.

Seeing that Tang San was about to drink the "Meng Po" soup, "Meng Po" nodded, her smile widening.

He bent down and picked up a white but somewhat mottled "bowl" from beside the wooden bucket, filled it with water, and handed it to Tang San.

Looking at the bowl in Meng Po's hand, Tang San frowned, feeling cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Is this a bowl?

This is clearly an instrument made from a skull!

It seems the people here aren't really human; they...

After a slight hesitation, Tang San took the bowl from Meng Po's hand.

Just when Tang San thought Meng Po would tease him, this handsome guy, he didn't expect that she would withdraw her hand before he could even touch it.

This woman may seem unrestrained and wild, but she actually has principles.

He held the soup, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

Contrary to expectations, after the soup entered his stomach, Tang San did not feel anything wrong; he just felt a bit cool.

This soup looks like it's made with spring water?

It even has a tiny bit of sweetness.

"Come on, there's plenty more."

"Young people should drink a couple more bowls of wine."

Tang San couldn't refuse Meng Po's suggestion, as Meng Po's nine normal spirit rings were truly frightening to him.

After finishing two more bowls of soup, Meng Po finally said, "You may cross now."

When she said this, Meng Po's face was frosty, as if she had become a different person.

Upon seeing this, the two guides quickly cupped their hands in farewell to "Meng Po," as they could not afford to offend her.

Throughout the entire underworld, very few people can afford to offend him.

After the three left, Meng Po spoke to the void, "I wonder which god of slaughter has visited. The city of slaughter, or rather, the underworld, does not welcome gods of slaughter."

"Leave now, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Just as she released her spirit ring, she sensed the aura of a killing god. The aura flashed by, as if if she attacked this young man, it would provoke him to attack in return.

This young man must be related to this god of death.

Tang Hao was completely bewildered. The City of Slaughter did not welcome the God of Slaughter?

indeed so!

However, the City of Slaughter usually doesn't discuss such matters openly, let alone directly threaten a God of Slaughter!

But today was different. The other party not only threatened him directly, but their tone was also filled with disgust.

It was as if they wished he would jump out.

"Aren't you afraid that by doing this, you'll turn this so-called underworld upside down?"

Tang Hao said in a deep voice, he didn't believe that the City of Slaughter would really dare to do such a thing, unless they had some special reliance on them.

The terror of a god of death is not just the god of death himself.

Besides, which one of those who can become a god of death isn't terrifyingly powerful?

Which one didn't become a god of slaughter from mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

The God of Slaughter is itself a powerful weapon, which is why even the King of Slaughter is unwilling to offend him.

"If you're really that capable, then come on!"

"My underworld is just worried that there are too few sinners, we're really too idle."

"Meng Po" smiled wickedly and said nonchalantly.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who were hiding in the shadows, exchanged a glance, somewhat stunned.

They could clearly see that this "Meng Po" was at around level 95.

Neither Tang Hao nor Tang Xiao took her seriously.

Of course, Tang Hao is not as strong as he used to be. In a one-on-one fight, he would really be no match for "Meng Po".

"If my son's life is in danger, you in the underworld can expect to be buried with him!"

"Don't think you can act with impunity just because you have the King of Slaughter backing you!"

"Who said we're backed by the King of Slaughter?"

(End of this chapter)