Douro Continent

Chapter 450 Slaughter City (Part 1)

Tang San stared unwaveringly at his father. "Dad, promise me. I've already lost my mother; I can't lose my father too."

"You..." Tang Hao stared at his son, momentarily stunned.

"If you don't agree, since my body was given to me by you, then I will die with you." Tang San controlled the sharpness of the Eight Spider Lances, which had already adhered to his skin. No matter how strong Tang Hao was, it was impossible to stop him from committing suicide.

Seeing the determination in his son's eyes, Tang Hao knew that Tang San was not joking. From childhood to adulthood, his son had never disobeyed him. But now, it seemed his son had completely slipped out of his control.

Tang San's appearance had changed to be more handsome, and he looked more like his mother. Tang Hao's vision became somewhat blurry, as if the person standing in front of him was not his son but his wife.

"Dad, if Mom were still alive, she would never want to see you disregard your own safety. For my sake, and for Mom's sake, please promise me."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao sighed deeply, "It seems I really am getting old, and there's really nothing I can do anymore. Alright. When you grow up, I'll go to your mother's grave to keep her company. Let's go."

After saying that, he walked forward without looking back.

Tang San felt relieved at his father's compromise, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he quickly chased after his father.

Before Tang Hao led Tang San onto the official road, they first came to a small river.

"Look at yourself now."

Tang San was stunned for a moment. What did he look like now? He looked down at his body. He didn't feel anything particularly noticeable, except that his muscles didn't seem as prominent as before, but his overall coordination had improved.

When Tang San reached the riverbank and saw his reflection in the water, he was completely stunned.

His skin was a few shades fairer than before, with bright, dark blue eyes, beautiful dark blue medium-length hair, and a handsome face with a resolute air, chiseled and radiating inner brilliance.

"This, is this me?" If the Tang San of the past was ordinary, then the Tang San of now is definitely on par with Dai Mubai and Oscar, although their styles are different. But the Tang San of now will never go unnoticed like before.

"Your eyes have gotten bigger, and you look more like your mother. Having inherited her bloodline, you will naturally also inherit the genes that she has always hidden in your body," Tang Hao said with a touch of melancholy.

Touching his smooth face, Tang San's expression softened slightly. "Mom," he said. He smiled bitterly to himself, wondering if Xiao Wu and the others would recognize him if they saw him again.

Looking closely at Hanoi's reflection, it was clear that not only his appearance had changed, but even his demeanor had transformed. He now appeared more refined and serene than before, truly a handsome young man.

"Dad, who exactly is Mom?" Tang San couldn't contain his doubts any longer and asked his father. Who was his mother? And why did she possess the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul?

Tang Hao shook his head. "I told you, I would tell you all this after you've completed all my special training. Let's go. It's time to go where you're supposed to be."

As they resumed their journey, Tang Hao became even quieter. Tang San could tell from the sun in the sky that he and his father were heading north. He didn't know where they were going. The air, however, was gradually growing colder.

Tang Hao continued along the mountain path, the cold outside not bothering them.

After enduring wind and rain and sleeping outdoors for half a month.

Ahead lay a small town. This was the first time Tang San had seen a town since receiving special training from Tang Hao. A unique emotion welled up within him.

The town didn't look very big, but as soon as Tang San stepped in, he felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit strange. He couldn't say why, but he always felt that there was a special kind of chill about the people around him.

Tang Hao led Tang San to a tavern in the town and went inside.

The air inside the tavern was very stuffy, and Tang San noticed that all the decorations were black. Although it was daytime outside, stepping inside gave off a cold and dark feeling.

At this time, the tavern was about 30% full. Although the air was stuffy, very few people were talking, so it was very quiet.

The arrival of Tang Hao and his son Tang San attracted a lot of attention, but most people only glanced at them briefly before moving on.

Tang Hao found a spot in a corner and sat down with his son. A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression walked over.

"What would you like to order?"

Tang Hao said coldly, "Give me two Bloody Marys."

The waiter's expression changed slightly. "Are you sure?" After being swept over by Tang Hao's cold gaze, he didn't dare to say anything more and turned away.

In a short while, two glasses of murky liquid were brought over. The liquid was dark red and emitted a strong, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood.

Tang San frowned, but Tang Hao picked up a cup and drank it all in one gulp. He looked up at his son and said, "Drink it."

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then slowly picked up his wine glass. "Dad, what's this?"

Tang Hao glared at him and repeated, "Drink it."

Tang San took a deep breath, abruptly closed his eyes, and gulped down the liquid in the cup.

The liquid was somewhat salty and had a slightly sour taste. The strong smell of blood instantly filled Tang San's sense of taste and smell.

Tang Hao looked at him and said calmly, "This is a cup of human blood."

"What?" Tang San's face turned pale instantly, and the next moment, he couldn't help but turn his head to the side and vomit violently.

The violent vomiting shattered the tranquility of the tavern and drew the attention of all the patrons. Laughter erupted.

"Where did this brat come from? Go home. This is not a place for you."

"You can't even handle a Bloody Mary, yet you expect to get in?"

"Haha, go home and go nurse from your mother."

Various filthy sounds filled the tavern, and the patrons seemed to have found a way to vent their repression, attacking Tang San without reservation.

Even after vomiting everything out of his stomach, Tang San still couldn't completely get rid of the bloody smell; he almost vomited up his bile as well.

When he managed to look up at his father, Tang Hao raised his hand and pointed at those who were mocking him, "Kill them."

The laughter abruptly stopped, and everyone's gaze towards Tang Hao turned strange.

Tang San hadn't expected his father to make such a request, and he hesitated for a moment.

Tang Hao said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say you would finish what I hadn't done? Then do as I say."

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the nausea, Tang San slowly stood up.

Tang Hao's voice came from behind, "To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. None of the people who have made it this far have done so without a reason to die. Including you and me. Kill them all, leave no one alive."

Before Tang San could make a move, the burly man closest to him suddenly sprang up, shouting, "I'll kill you first!"

A sharp dagger, resembling a bull's ear, pierced out from a tricky angle, aiming straight for Tang San's heart. The person was clearly very experienced, as the dagger was positioned precisely to slip through the gap between Tang San's ribs.

The aura of slaughter—was this the aura of slaughter that his father was cultivating in him? Tang San moved. He was never a merciful person; to be merciful to the enemy was to be cruel to himself.

With lightning speed, his left hand shot out and, with a clang, grasped the thrusting dagger. The burly man who had drawn the dagger felt as if his blade had pierced into solid rock, unable to advance or retreat an inch.

Tang San stepped forward with his right foot, his gaze turning cold, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth, and a chilling aura emanating from his pupils.

Bang! Tang San's shoulder slammed into the burly man's chest. A layer of white light suddenly erupted from Tang San's body. It wasn't used for attack, but rather to block the blood gushing from the man's mouth.

The tall, burly man was sent flying by the impact, his chest completely caved in, and the sickening sound of bones breaking echoed clearly throughout every corner of the tavern.

Tang San moved; his movements were concise and powerful.

The shimmering blue silver grass scattered and flew out, spreading wildly in all directions.

At this moment, he could clearly see that besides himself, his son, and the waiter, there were twenty-three other customers in the tavern. He had killed one of them, leaving twenty-two others.

Of the twenty-two people, five were rapidly unleashing their soul power, while the remaining seventeen drew their weapons without hesitation. Not a single one escaped.

"This is a test, a test from the City of Slaughter. Kill him, and we can enter the City of Slaughter!" Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes turned bloodshot. They rushed towards Tang San like madmen.

Of the twenty-two people, only five were Soul Masters, and the strongest one only had four Soul Rings.

A blue aura surged forth, and along with the instantly spreading Blue Silver Grass, five spirit rings quietly appeared on Tang San's body.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black. Five terrifying spirit rings appeared silently.

(End of this chapter)