Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"That's quite interesting. I'd like to hear the details."

"First, to kill him, I must also kill the Soul Master who awakened his Martial Soul."

"He's just a low-level deacon in the Spirit Hall; there are plenty of people like him."

“There are many deacons at the lower levels of the Spirit Hall, but only a limited number of them are willing to help those commoners awaken their spirits for a long time without any explanation. Even if they die, they absolutely cannot die without knowing why.”

"In the end, they are nothing but ants."

"To you and me, he may be nothing but an ant, but to the Spirit Hall, he is the foundation of the Spirit Hall. Without him constantly awakening spirits for those commoners, where would the Spirit Hall get so many commoner spirit masters? If I were to touch him, I would be digging up the foundation of the Spirit Hall. At that time, the Elder Hall and the Hall of Worship of the Spirit Hall would be furious and would temporarily abandon their mutual attacks and choose to join forces to clean up those who dare to undermine the foundation of the Spirit Hall."

"If the Spirit Hall doesn't have internal strife, with their strength, unifying the continent would be a piece of cake."

"Unfortunately, apart from the period of divine punishment, the Elder Hall and the Hall of Worship of the Spirit Hall successfully joined forces once, but afterwards they returned to their previous state of being at odds."

"Oh, right, I forgot to ask you a question, Tang Hao. As the Haotian Douluo and the God of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter, is it difficult for you to kill people in secret?"

Chapter 675, Keep walking eastward

Upon hearing the question posed by the person in front of him, Tang Hao, whose clothes were still as slovenly as ever, finally couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Hehe... It's not difficult, but I can't hide it from that woman. She will definitely be able to find out whether it was an accident or murder."

"The 'her' you're talking about, could it be Bibi Dong, the other killing god of the Slaughter City many years ago, and now the female pope of the Spirit Hall?"

This was a skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. His eyes were extremely small, like two green beans. His clothes were as slovenly as Tang Hao's, as if they hadn't been washed in decades. He looked extremely sleazy.

The sleazy man had a body as thin as a bamboo pole, and although he looked like he could be blown over by a gust of wind, he was no weakling. He exuded the soul power fluctuations of an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

Such strength.

He was considered a strong figure in the outside world, but unfortunately, after entering the Killing City, an invisible prison specifically for imprisoning evil soul masters, he basically had no chance of ever getting out again.

"Indeed, the Soul-Devouring Spider King, the Death Spider King, a dual-spirit possessor. The Death Spider King's spirit talent allows it to accurately determine the cause of death."

Tang Hao looked extremely wary. He was both wary and afraid of this woman; he was wary of her strength and afraid that she possessed the power to crush him with a flick of her wrist.

The opponent's soul power was level 99, making him one of the three peerless Douluo of this era, while he himself, at his peak, was just a nobody who hadn't even reached level 97 soul power.

"Ha ha ha... I still remember back then, she directly slaughtered her way through the City of Slaughter. Even the King of Slaughter had to give her some face in the end. Such a noble being might not care about the deaths of these ants..."

The lewd man's smile gradually turned serious.

He thought of Bibi Dong, the God of Slaughter who came from the City of Slaughter, and her cruelty, ruthlessness, tyranny, and bloodlust. He couldn't help but shudder.

“But I dare not gamble, I dare not gamble with my life,” Tang Hao said calmly.

"I heard from the new guy that your own son, Tang San, died at his hands." The lewd man smiled.

"He's not my son," Tang Hao said nonchalantly.

"Oh, interesting. Is that 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor a slut?" the lewd man asked curiously.

"It has nothing to do with her. Although she's shameless, she's not promiscuous. Tang San does indeed have my bloodline and has inherited my Clear Sky Hammer martial soul," Tang Hao said, shaking his head.

"Then why do you say he isn't...?" The lewd man asked, looking puzzled.

“There’s something wrong with the soul inside him. When he was about a year old, Xiao San had a high fever. After he woke up, he was completely different. You could say he became a completely different person,” Tang Hao said calmly.

If his son suddenly becomes well-behaved and sensible, able to cook for himself and take care of himself, he can convince himself that it's because his son matured early.

But......

At dawn, as the sun was rising, Tang San secretly went to the small hill behind Holy Soul Village to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye.

This moment.

Tang Hao finally understood that his son was no longer alive, and the person now occupying his son's body was a villain who had come from nowhere.

Tang Hao couldn't say it outright, so he could only silently watch Tang San cultivate the so-called Mysterious Heaven Skill, Purple Demon Eye, and Mysterious Jade Hand, as well as secretly forge various dangerous hidden weapons.

In fact, he wanted to slap Tang San to death more than once, to kill this little man who had taken over his son's body.

However, considering that he had been within the Blue Silver Domain of Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin and that his every move could not be hidden from her, he ultimately gave up the idea of ​​slapping Tang San to death.

"No wonder you didn't feel any sadness after learning that your biological son was dead. It turns out that your son was already dead. This Tang San who is now dead is just an outsider who has taken over the family business," the lewd man said with a sudden realization.

"Alright, Lao Hu, enough of this nonsense. I should head back to Douluo Continent now. I hope you're still alive when I come here next time."

Done.

Tang Hao picked up his wine glass and drank the crimson liquid in one gulp.

The wine was entirely scarlet, which looked very strange.

But it has a nice-sounding name.

Bloody Mary.

It is composed of human blood mixed with an unknown highly toxic liquid. It tastes spicy and pungent, but it can calm the uncontrollable murderous intent in one's heart.

Bloody Mary is indeed a poisonous drink, and it can even be addictive.

But living in such a strange place as the Killing City, where sunlight never shines, most evil soul masters would probably have died long ago without Bloody Mary's ability to balance the yin and yang energies within them.

They are just ordinary people, not even soul masters who have surpassed level 90 in soul power. They are not even considered extraordinary beings, so how could they possibly survive for a long time in a place filled with negative energy?

Perhaps elsewhere, Bloody Mary is indeed a deadly poison, an addictive, slow-acting poison, but in the Killing City, it is an indispensable life-saving medicine.

"Tang Hao, you're leaving... does that mean you've regained your strength?"

The lewd-looking man, Lao Hu, was shocked. He knew that when this man came to the City of Slaughter for the second time, his soul power fluctuations were only around the seventh-ring Soul Saint.

Although he didn't know what had happened to Tang Hao that turned the former Haotian Douluo into his current state, he didn't expect him to recover his strength so quickly.

"The Killing City is a good place. With the help of the Soul Power rewards from the Killing Arena, my strength has now recovered to level ninety," Tang Hao explained calmly.

The Killing Arena is an arena filled with sin and bloodshed.

Inside this arena.

People are dying every moment, and people are cheering every moment.

No one cared about the dead. On the killing arena stage, crimson blood flowed on the ground, silently flowing along the furrows into an unknown darkness.

However, if someone manages to survive in the killing arena, the victor will receive a portion of the deceased's soul power as a reward.

Tang Hao, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, continued to kill, killing countless people until he finally recovered completely.

Although the lost soul bone cannot be retrieved, his soul power level has finally recovered to level ninety.

"Alas, that is indeed the case for you. After a hundred victories in the Killing Arena, you are one of the few killing gods who have passed through the Hell Road of the Killing City. You can freely enter and leave the Killing City, unlike us, who, once we enter, never have the chance to leave again," the lewd old man, Lao Hu, sighed.

"Don't pretend with me. You already have a hundred-game winning streak in the Killing Arena. You just don't have the confidence to try it out," Tang Hao said calmly.

Regarding Tang Hao's words.

The sleazy old man, Lao Hu, had no impulsive thoughts whatsoever. He knew very well that with his abilities, it was virtually impossible for him to pass through that one-way hellish road.

"I know my limitations. Staying here will only mean I can't get out, but I can live a little longer and try to conquer the Hell Road of the Killing City, where I'm basically guaranteed to die."

"For decades, I've grown accustomed to the killing capital and the constant fighting. Anyway, evil spirit masters have always been pouring into this hellish place, becoming our resources."

The lewd-looking man, Lao Hu, revealed a cruel reality: those weak evil spirit masters were actually the resources for these powerful evil spirit masters.

If needed, I can go to the Killing Arena, kill a few weak evil spirit masters, exchange them for some Bloody Marys, and then I can get through a few more months without incident.

That's right.

It's about the strong bullying the weak.

Do you think this is very unfair?

You're talking about fairness with an evil spirit master?

Unfortunately.

The City of Slaughter is a place without fairness. The King of Slaughter doesn't care about fairness; he only cares about slaughter. The more brutal the slaughter, the more he likes it.

Of course, not everyone in the City of Slaughter is an evil spirit master.

Some naive youngsters thought this place was fun and asked evil spirit masters who knew how to enter the City of Slaughter to bring them in, as they wanted to see this magical place.

It is undeniable that some people were tricked into coming here.

But once you're in, there's no turning back.

"I must say, the Spirit Hall deserves a lot of credit for the influx of so many evil spirit masters into the Slaughter City. Otherwise, these desperate evil spirit masters wouldn't have fled to a place like the Slaughter City where there's no way out," Tang Hao sneered.

He didn't care about evil spirit masters; he himself was an evil spirit master.

It's simply that I find the Spirit Hall disgusting and hate their righteous actions.

"Ugh...."

The sleazy-looking man, Lao Hu, sighed heavily and did not answer Tang Hao's question.

Upon seeing this.

Tang Hao didn't waste any more words. He patted his old friend on the shoulder, stood up, and left without looking back, completely ignoring the chaotic shouts and cries of battle from the arena behind him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill him!"

"This batch of new recruits is no good; only one survived."

"Isn't this normal? Unless you are truly gifted and have an innately powerful martial soul, in this world where you can't use soul skills and can only use soul power and martial soul, you're just chickens waiting to be slaughtered."

"The City of Slaughter is a place where entry is permitted but exit is not. Over the past few hundred years, only Tang Hao and the female pope of the Spirit Hall have successfully traversed the Hell Road and become the Gods of Slaughter of the City of Slaughter, who can freely enter and exit the City of Slaughter."

"It's not just the two of them. I heard there was another man who used the Clear Sky Hammer, but that was a long time ago. I don't know if he actually made it through the Hell Road."

"Of course not, he's long dead. Could it be... that he could become the King of Slaughter who rules the City of Slaughter?"

......

at the same time.

On a high platform in the Killing Arena, the King of Slaughter sat on his throne. Whether intentionally or not, he happened to hear the conversation of two ants below.

“Interesting. You actually guessed part of the truth. He successfully passed the Hell Road, but failed the Asura God Test, and later I stole his body.”

"What surprised me the most was that Tang Hao's son, Tang San, was in a similar situation to me. Could it be that Tang San was also parasitized by some special soul beast?"

"Whether it is or not, it's not like me. As long as the Hell Road of the Slaughter City is not destroyed, as the King of Slaughter, my power will not go out of control, and Tang Chen's consciousness will never be able to wake up."

in fact.