Douro Continent

Chapter 456 King of Slaughter (Part 1)

Anyone who comes to the City of Slaughter, struggling on the brink of death every day, will inevitably succumb to depravity. This is especially true for men. Under such immense pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve stress. But Tang San had none. After each battle, he would always retreat to a small hut to cultivate. Beyond that hut, his only destination was the Hellish Slaughter Arena.

Countless beautiful women wanted to throw themselves at this Asura King, but all they were met with was Tang San's icy killing intent.

As early as when Tang San had won twenty battles, Hu Liena was certain that this man had come here for the same reason as her: to train herself.

Previously, she had always thought that her brother was the most outstanding man she had ever seen. After the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament ended, although she was unwilling to admit it, Tang San had also joined her ranks. And the man before her was the third. And also the one she considered the most outstanding.

He couldn't be older than her, had a handsome appearance, and possessed a steadfastness that resisted the temptations of depravity. Every single quality deeply attracted Hu Liena.

A woman can fall in love with a man for many reasons. Hu Liena knew that she had fallen for this man. Although they hadn't spoken since he first arrived, she was absolutely certain that her heart could hold no one else but him.

Hu Liena sighed deeply. It was a pity he was a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Coming from the Spirit Hall, how could Hu Liena not recognize the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand? She even thought dejectedly why all the outstanding men came from the Clear Sky Sect. Tang San was like that, and so was this 9528.

As Hu Liena's mind raced with thoughts, Tang San moved.

Nine people rushed at him from nine different directions, yet they did not disturb his composure in the slightest. His figure flickered like an illusion, as if his feet were made of springs. In an instant, Tang San's body had already flashed in front of one of his previously trembling opponents.

The next moment, the steel knife in that person's hand was already embedded in his own neck.

He turned around, kicked, and his hand flew out.

Countless glittering rays of light shot out from Tang San's palm—they were gleaming steel needles. A piercing whistling sound echoed through the air. Screams of agony rose and fell.

Only three people survived Tang San's hidden weapons.

It wasn't because they were able to dodge Tang San's hidden weapons, but because they each had the body of a former companion in their hands—or more accurately, a corpse.

Two are level 60, and one is level 70. That is, two Soul Emperors and one Soul Saint.

If they could use their soul skills, these three would pose a fatal threat to Tang San, who was only around level 50. But this was the City of Slaughter. Tang San, forged by three immortal herbs and two soul bones, possessed a physical strength far exceeding theirs. Soul power was important, but without technique, it had no absolute advantage.

The three men moved simultaneously, each wielding a physical weapon in one hand and a weapon in the other. Powered by their immense soul energy, they charged at Tang San from three different angles. Their focus was completely locked onto the Asura King, who had achieved sixty-seven victories. They knew that victory or defeat hinged on this moment, and this was their only chance.

Want to block my hidden weapons? Fine, then I'll let you die by my hidden weapons.

His body spun rapidly for a full circle, and no one could see how Tang San made his move. Nine thin, willow-leaf-shaped throwing knives flew out from his body.

The Tang Clan's hidden weapons are ranked eighth, with the phoenix leading nine chicks.

The nine throwing knives resembled nine phoenixes flapping their wings and singing, swaying in the air.

Three seconds later, the battle ceased. A bloody gash appeared on Tang San's shoulder, left by one of his Soul Saint opponent's men. Unfortunately, before the blade could strike Tang San, a throwing knife had already been inserted into his vest. Simultaneously, two other throwing knives embedded themselves in the carotid arteries on either side of his neck. Therefore, his strike, imbued with soul power, only managed to leave Tang San with a three-inch-long wound.

After the battle ended, Tang San did not rush to leave. He slowly walked to each of his previous opponents and stomped down with his foot.

The skull lay beneath his feet like a broken egg. And the white light emanating from beneath his feet prevented any splashes of filth from touching him.

Previous battles taught Tang San that he could never let his guard down until his opponent's head was shattered. To understand this principle, he paid the price of breaking three ribs.

He retrieved the hidden weapons one by one from the enemies and stored them in the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night. This was a city of slaughter, and there were no hidden weapons to replenish, so he had to cherish his means of survival.

Hu Liena's charming eyes sparkled with a special light. The moment she saw Tang San throw out the flying knife, her heart skipped a beat. If it weren't for her special method of seeing that Tang San was not in disguise, she would have definitely equated the person in front of her, 9528, with Tang San.

What kind of person have I fallen in love with? Is it his appearance? His abilities? Or everything about him?

Sixty-eight wins—that's Tang San's current record. He's one win closer to Hu Liena.

The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.

It was an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals were outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Apart from this chair, everything else here was dark red.

"The Asura King has won another battle." A cold female voice echoed in the darkness.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his features were not visible, but it could be vaguely discerned that he was tall and slender.

"Great King. Should we begin to make contact with him? The City of Slaughter hasn't had a truly powerful member join for a long time."

"Do you think he is a true powerhouse?" the tall man sitting upright in the chair asked.

"At least in terms of skill, he is. The Asura King seems to have been born for the City of Slaughter. His soul power isn't particularly strong, but his various techniques are terrifyingly powerful. Even a Title Douluo wouldn't be able to kill him in the City of Slaughter without soul skills. I'm certain that the Asura King possesses at least one soul bone."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment. "Then do you think he can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"

"Completing 100 matches is only a matter of time. But he probably won't be able to get through the Hell Road yet."

The King of Slaughter coldly said, "There's no need to contact him."

"Why? Great King, don't you wish for our City of Slaughter to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they might break it?"

The King of Slaughter coldly replied, "The Spirit Hall doesn't have time to deal with us right now. A month ago, a guest came. Do you remember?"

"guest?"

"Yes. He is one of the only two remaining killing gods in the world."

"Could it be that the Asura King is related to that God of Slaughter?" The cold female voice trembled slightly.

The King of Slaughter said calmly, "You guessed right. In this world, if there's anyone who can truly threaten the City of Slaughter, it's not the Spirit Hall. It's these two Gods of Slaughter. I can't afford to offend them either. You should know that those who pass through Hell Road can still use Soul Skills within the City of Slaughter. And this Asura King was sent in by the most terrifying of the two Gods of Slaughter. Let things take their course. Although I don't want another God of Slaughter to appear, I'm even less willing to bear the wrath of that one."

A chilling female voice gasped, "The great King of Slaughter... I fear he might bring unpredictable consequences to the City of Slaughter. After all, the appearance of every God of Slaughter brings a crisis to the City. Isn't there a warning on our City's prophecy wall: 'The descent of the God of Slaughter brings calamity to Hell.' The previous times, each appearance of the God of Slaughter caused immense damage to the City. If he really comes again this time, I fear..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice, "I've thought of that too. What you don't know is that it's not just the Asura King who has a background as a God of Slaughter; the Hell Messenger who has already achieved over seventy victories is the same. She was sent by another existing God of Slaughter. If it weren't for that, do you think I would have allowed her to exist indefinitely?"

"Great King, how about this? We'll arrange for the messengers of hell to face the Asura King. If they..."

Before the words were even finished, two blood-red beams of light shot out from the King of Slaughter's eyes. The surrounding air became noticeably thicker, and a heavy stench of blood filled the air. The cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp, inhuman scream, and in the corner, a curvaceous body trembled violently.

"Don't think that just because I dote on you, you can say whatever you want. Once you've passed through the Hell Road, a God of Slaughter can return to the City of Slaughter at any time. The rule of the Hell Slaughter Arena is that Fallen Ones with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same match. If any God of Slaughter were to find out about this, it would be a truly devastating disaster for the City of Hell. In their God of Slaughter's Domain, any Soul Master can regain the use of their Soul Skills. Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"

A crimson gaze swept through the air as the King of Slaughter muttered to himself, "I only hope that, under normal circumstances, they won't be able to last a hundred rounds, let alone pass through the Hell Road. Otherwise, with two Gods of Slaughter appearing simultaneously, I fear the calamity of the City of Slaughter will also befall us."

(End of this chapter)