Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

Chapter 228 Road to Hell

Ma Hongjun said in a trembling voice, "Boss Dai, Rongrong... you must go easy on me later, don't be too heavy-handed, or I might lose my life here."

As he spoke, Ma Hongjun unconsciously reached out and gently stroked his neck, the movement soft and slow, as if he were saying a final goodbye to the part of his body that was about to leave him.

His chubby face was filled with undisguised reluctance. At this moment, he seemed to sense that soon his precious head would no longer be able to rest securely on that thick neck.

Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine. The fear deep inside him surged like a tidal wave, almost swallowing him whole. That feeling was a thousand times worse than death; it was worse than being alive!

Upon hearing Ma Hongjun's almost desperate words, Dai Mubai's expression instantly turned extremely solemn, his eyes revealing an unprecedentedly complex emotion.

He first looked up at Lin Yehao, who was leading the way, and pondered in his heart how to deal with this tricky situation.

As the leader of the Shrek Eight Monsters, he was well aware of the heavy responsibility he bore in protecting everyone's lives. If he were to face danger alone, he could accept whatever the outcome might be.

However, the situation is quite different now. In addition to him, there are Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong in the team.

Especially Ning Rongrong, who is now his teammate. If she gets hurt because of his wrong decision, he will live with guilt for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he had to do everything in his power to ensure that everyone was safe and sound.

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai slowly turned his head, and his gaze met that of Zhu Zhuqing beside him.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, indicating that she understood the meaning conveyed in Dai Mubai's eyes.

The two of them have always had a deep and profound relationship. After a long period of getting to know each other and working together, they have long since developed a deep understanding and tacit agreement.

Often, just a glance or a subtle gesture is enough to accurately understand the other person's thoughts.

Lin Ye glanced at the group out of the corner of her eye, a slight smile playing on her lips, but ultimately said nothing, only quickening her pace.

……

After one hundred matches, Tang San finally achieved final victory.

The audience surged like a tide, their excitement and exhilaration palpable.

As the Asura King triumphed, a sharp scream resounded through the sky, as if it would overturn the entire hellish killing field. However, amidst this clamor, Tang San stood firmly like a calm mountain.

On the surface, he appeared calm and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about everything around him.

In reality, his heart was already in turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time. A full hundred life-or-death battles, each one filled with bloodshed and cruelty, and with his indomitable will and outstanding strength, he finally fulfilled his promise to his father, Tang Hao.

Thinking of this, Tang San felt a surge of excitement.

Once he successfully navigates the Hell Road, he will be able to embark on his journey to find Tang Nian.

Since arriving in this killing city, his concern and worry for Tang Nian have been like a taut string, constantly tugging at his heart, making him toss and turn every night, unable to fall asleep.

Now that he finally saw a glimmer of hope, how could he not be overjoyed?

Just then, Tang San's gaze inadvertently swept across the audience.

In an instant, all sounds were abruptly cut off by an invisible hand, and the once noisy scene became completely silent.

In recent days, the terrifying strength and ruthless style that the Asura God has displayed on the field have left a deep shadow on everyone present.

In their eyes, the Asura King was a merciless demon who could kill them at any time and place, showing no mercy, and might even smash their heads as easily as smashing a watermelon with his heavy hammer.

Therefore, most people in the City of Slaughter kept their distance from this terrifying Asura King, avoiding him as much as possible. However, there are always exceptions...

That's Hu Liena.

"Congratulations, young Asura King."

When that deep voice, as if coming from the deepest abyss, suddenly rang out, Tang San felt as if every bone in his body was bearing a tremendous weight, as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

In an instant, his once rosy complexion turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

You must know that since Tang San stepped into this killing city filled with blood and death, he had never felt such terrifying pressure. The feeling that he could be easily crushed to death at any time made him feel a deep sense of fear and powerlessness.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, Tang San struggled to lift his head and look in the direction from which the sound came. He saw a blood-red figure, as if stained with fresh blood, floating in the air like a ghost. A thick, impenetrable blood mist surrounded the figure, obscuring its true appearance. Yet, the aura emanating from that figure alone caused the entire space to tremble.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!" The people in the stands shouted wildly, their voices hoarse from shouting, but they showed no sign of stopping. At this moment, they had completely lost their minds, and all that remained in their eyes was boundless fanaticism and worship for the King of Slaughter.

Tang San could clearly feel the immense pressure emanating from the King of Slaughter, a feeling he had only experienced when facing his father, Tang Hao.

However, even those who were also titled Douluo, such as Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, had never brought him such a strong sense of oppression.

It seems that the King of Slaughter is very strong, as strong as Tang Hao, or even stronger. After realizing this, Tang San became even more vigilant.

"Please summon the messenger of hell." As the King of Slaughter's deep voice rang out again, another door opened, and Hu Liena stepped out.

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly. If he wasn't mistaken, Hu Liena, like him, had won a hundred matches, and the two of them could enter the Road to Hell together.

Sure enough, the King of Slaughter spoke up the next moment.

(End of this chapter)