Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Tang Hao did not hesitate. "I'm willing."

A burst of golden light erupted, and Tang Hao's soul was swept up by an irresistible force, passing through endless void and landing in a blood-red world.

That was the City of Slaughter, the most evil and bloodiest place on the continent.

Deep beneath the city of slaughter lies a pool of blood.

The liquid in the pool is not water, but murderous intent—a liquid murderous intent formed from the resentment and killing intent of those who have died in this city over the years.

In the center of the blood pool, a figure slowly emerged.

It had no flesh and blood, no bones, only a solid mass of killing intent, which slowly condensed into a human shape.

Tang Hao's consciousness was stuffed into that mass of killing intent, and an indescribable pain instantly overwhelmed him.

That kind of pain is a hundred times worse than death.

His soul was being torn apart, reshaped, and forcibly integrated into this body brimming with murderous intent.

He tried to scream, but no sound came out.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't move a single finger.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally subsided, and Tang Hao opened his eyes to see a blood-red sky.

He looked down and saw his hands—not flesh and blood, but formed from solidified killing intent, pale as bone, with faint blood-red lines flowing through them.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and a sense of power filled his entire body.

The City of Slaughter, the Underground Palace.

The pool of blood surged, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

Tang Hao stood beside the blood pool, looking down at his pale, bone-white hands, and remained motionless for a long time.

He needs time to process all of this.

Dead, alive.

He went from being a quasi-titled Douluo who wasn't even a titled Douluo to a titled Douluo with nine spirit rings, eight black and one red.

He went from being an ordinary person to becoming the second retainer of the Asura God.

Tang Hao was the only one left in the empty underground palace.

He raised his head and looked at the tightly closed blood-red stone door deep inside the hall.

He knew that someone had come during the time he was resurrected. The man seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Tang Hao frowned, but didn't think much of it.

He turned and walked in another direction.

Over the next few days, Tang Hao walked through the City of Slaughter.

This city has no day or night; the sky is always blood red.

The streets were filled with killing and bloodshed; the weak were killed by the strong, and the strong were killed by the even stronger, in an endless cycle.

Tang Hao walked down the street, and no one dared to approach him. Not because of his face, but because of the aura he exuded.

That was a terrifying setup unlike anything ever seen in this city.

Who is that?

People were whispering in the corner.

"I don't know, it suddenly appeared a few days ago, it came out from underground."

"Underground? Isn't that the king's residence?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear..."

Tang Hao ignored him and simply walked away.

I walked through blood-soaked streets, past piles of bones, past countless people struggling to survive.

He didn't intervene, didn't save anyone, and didn't kill anyone.

He just walked away.

He was thinking, where is Ah Yin, where is his son, where is the Spirit Hall?

he does not know.

All he knew was that he was alive.

Living with hatred.

On the fifth day, Tang Hao entered the underground palace again.

The pool of blood continued to churn, and the crimson stone gate remained tightly shut. He stood before the stone gate, remained silent for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock.

"Come in," a deep voice came from inside.

Tang Hao pushed open the door and entered. The stone chamber was small and simply furnished, containing only a stone bed, a stone table, and a stone chair.

The King of Slaughter sat on a stone chair, holding a cup of scarlet liquid in his hand, it was unclear whether it was wine or blood.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at Tang Hao.

"Sit down, my dear God of Slaughter."

Tang Hao sat down opposite the stone table.

The King of Slaughter looked at him calmly: "Adapted?"

Tang Hao nodded.

"Show me your spirit rings."

Tang Hao did not hesitate and activated his Martial Soul.

With the Haotian Hammer in hand, the nine spirit rings pulsed rhythmically.

Eight black and one red stood out starkly against the blood-red light.

The King of Slaughter looked at the nine spirit rings, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"The Lord has treated you well."

Tang Hao put away his martial spirit, looked at the King of Slaughter, and suddenly asked, "Have we met before?"

Chapter 106 Tang Hao's Mission

The King of Slaughter paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

He looked at Tang Hao, a hint of confusion flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

"Have you seen him?"

Tang Hao nodded: "You look familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen you before."

The King of Slaughter remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“I have been here for a long time, so long that I have forgotten the time and the past. You say you have seen me, and perhaps you really have. But I don’t remember.”

Tang Hao did not ask any further questions.

He looked at the face of the King of Slaughter, a face that was cold and pale, overlapping with a blurry shadow from his memory.

But he couldn't grasp that shadow; the more he tried to catch it, the less he could.

"What's your name?" Tang Hao suddenly asked.

The King of Slaughter was taken aback. "I... have no name."

"What do they call you?"

"King. King of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter paused, "Some people also call me... the Bat King."

Bat King.

Tang Hao remembered the name.

The King of Slaughter looked at him and suddenly said, "You have no name anymore."

Tang Hao remained silent. Yes, he no longer had a name.

Tang Hao and Haotian Douluo are both dead.

The one who is alive is the second honored one of the Asura Gods, and the second king of the City of Slaughter.

"No name is needed here."

The King of Slaughter stood up, walked to the only window in the stone chamber, and looked at the blood-red sky outside.

"All you need is strength. You live because you are strong. You die because you are weak. It's that simple."

Tang Hao stood up, walked to his side, and looked at the blood-red sky as well.

"Our lord told us to wait, wait for what?"

The King of Slaughter did not answer.

He turned around and looked at Tang Hao, his bloodshot eyes revealing something Tang Hao couldn't understand.

"Waiting for someone," he finally said.

"Who?"

The King of Slaughter shook his head.

“I don’t know. But the Lord said that person will come. When he comes, our mission will be over.”

Tang Hao did not ask any further questions.

He turned and walked out of the stone chamber.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the door.

"king."