Chapter 584: Body Tempering under Lightning Tribulation, Shocking Ziji! Lightning Domain! Soul of the Lightning Beast!
Chapter 584: Body Tempering under Lightning Tribulation, Shocking Ziji! Lightning Domain! Soul of the Lightning Beast!
"I want to enter Slaughter City."
Tang San’s voice was low and cold, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.
The fat boss shivered fiercely.
Having stayed in this ghost place where people are eaten without even their bones left for so many years,
he knew all too well that such an extremely calm exterior often hid the most fatal madness.
He did not dare hesitate in the slightest.
He immediately turned around, stuck out his butt, and fished out a rough, transparent glass cup from a secret compartment at the very bottom of the bar counter.
He pushed it respectfully in front of Tang San.
The cup was filled with more than half a cup of dark red, viscous liquid.
A strong and pungent smell of blood immediately permeated in front of the bar counter.
Tang San frowned imperceptibly.
With his sharp five senses, it was extremely easy for him to tell what was inside the cup.
Human blood!
And it was extremely fresh human blood!
Seeing that Tang San had not moved for a long time, the fat boss was so scared that his knees went weak and he almost knelt down directly.
"Th-This is the rule, My Lord."
"You have the god of slaughter token in your hand, but according to the rules, this cup of Yellow Springs dew must also be drunk."
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling out of shape.
"Only by drinking it can you truly open the path leading there; this is the most basic key to enter."
Tang San stared at that cup of pungent red liquid.
His line of sight paused extremely briefly for two seconds.
But he did not have any extra hesitation anymore.
He directly reached out to pick up the glass cup, tilted his neck back, and gulped it down directly.
His Adam’s apple rolled up and down, swallowing that cup of viscous liquid down into his belly without leaving a single drop.
The thick and sickening smell of blood directly exploded along his throat, burning all the way into his stomach.
Bringing a wave of nauseating sickness.
But Tang San did not even frown again.
He threw the empty cup back onto the table without changing his expression, making a very crisp collision sound.
"Lead the way."
These two cold words exuded absolute, irresistible determination.
The fat boss felt as if he had been granted amnesty.
He nodded and bowed repeatedly, hurriedly circling out from behind the bar counter.
Arching his back all the way, he tremblingly led Tang San toward the back courtyard of the tavern.
The back courtyard was extremely desolate and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds.
A pitch-black stone door leading to the underground was hidden in the corner.
From the heavy crack of the door, bone-chilling cold Qi continuously seeped out, as if it could freeze a person’s bone marrow.
It was like the huge mouth of a giant beast leading straight to the abyss of Hell, waiting to devour every living creature that approached.
"M-My Lord, you can just go straight in."
The fat boss stood far away, his two feet as if rooted, not daring to get even half a step closer to that door at all.
Tang San did not talk nonsense.
Without hesitation, he raised his foot and stepped into that pitch-black stone door in one stride.
The bottomless darkness quickly engulfed his thin figure.
Bone-chilling chilling wind blew wildly past his ears, bringing countless shrill sobbing sounds and the invasion of Killing Intent.
Tang San walked with extremely firm steps, without a trace of sway.
He knew in his heart clearer than anyone else.
From the moment he stepped through this door, his life would no longer have any room to turn back.
This was a slaughter Hell without any baseline.
But it was also his only and necessary path right now.
The moment the soles of his shoes stepped down, they made a teeth-aching, sticky sound.
That was half-dried scabs mixed with unknown bits of meat, paving this long street leading to Hell.
Tang San did not stop his steps.
His nasal cavity was filled with a rich smell of rust and a pungent stench of corruption.
These two smells intertwined together, rushing straight to the crown of the head along the respiratory tract, capable of directly forcing out a normal person’s gastric juices.
He did not even frown.
On both sides of the long street, there were no signs, no shops, only a dense crowd of people, and evil pure to the extreme.
Ten steps ahead to the left, a monkey-thin man was hugging a cup of Yellow Springs dew and drinking wildly.
The next second, a rusted dagger accurately pierced through his throat from behind.
Fresh blood sprayed!
The killer kicked away the twitching corpse with one foot, snatched half a cup of Yellow Springs dew, and greedily licked the rim of the cup.
At the alley entrance on the right,
a stout man brandished a door-sized fiendish battle axe and hacked blindly.
Hearing the screams on the ground, he raised his head and burst into frantic, unrestrained laughter.
No one stopped him, there were no guards, and even less of so-called rules.
The pedestrians on the street did not even have the interest to take an extra look at a dead person, only numbly and vigilantly pulling apart their distance.
Here, weakness was the original sin, and staying alive was a bestowal.
Tang San hugged the base of the wall, putting his footsteps very light.
Mysterious Heaven Skill silently circulated in his body, and Tang Clan Hidden Weapon had long since slipped into the gaps of his fingers.
His hem swept across a few pieces of broken bones scattered on the ground, his gaze as calm as stagnant water.
He had seen the high and mighty overbearingness of Spirit Hall, and the flesh-and-blood cruelty in Great Soul Fighting Arena, but he had never seen such complete disorder.
The air here exuded a suffocating madness.
Human lives here could not even be considered stepping stones, just a pile of meat that would rot at any time.
"If you want to survive, you can only be more ruthless and crazier than everyone else."
Tang San chanted silently in his heart.
Spirit Ability was sealed, and Martial Soul was suppressed.
But so what?
This was a fatal blow to other Spirit Masters.
To Tang San, however, it unlatched the final shackle of Tang Sect unique arts!
Here was simply a heaven tailor-made for Hidden Weapon.
"Kid, you must be new here, lend some blood."
A ferocious-looking one-eyed dragon locked his eyes on Tang San.
Licking his lips, he dragged a notched nine-ring broadsword in his hand, and directly slashed over with a fishy wind.
Tang San stepped on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Tracks, his figure shifting slightly.
"Clang!"
The broadsword slashed through the air right past the tip of his nose, smashing onto the bluestone slab and causing Fire Spark to fly everywhere.
Before the one-eyed dragon had time to retract his move, Tang San’s right hand had already reached out.
Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon accurately hooked the opponent’s wrist and shook it gently.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bones dislocating rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a touch of dark blue cold light ejected from Tang San’s fingertips, sinking into the center of the one-eyed dragon’s brows.
Silently.
The one-eyed dragon’s huge body collapsed with a loud crash, his eyes widened round, without even letting out a scream.
Tang San did not even look at the corpse on the ground, stepped over the spreading blood stain, and continued walking forward.
Several desperadoes around who had originally been eager to move immediately shrank back into the dark corners, a hint of dread appearing in their eyes.
Establishing prestige through killing worked better than anything else in this city of sin.
Tang San took a deep breath of the fishy and stinking air, but his heartbeat was surprisingly steady.
He thought of his father, Tang Hao.
That blacksmith who drank heavily all year round and was utterly decadent was also the god of slaughter who forcefully fought his way out of this human Shura field.
Domain of the Slaughter God,
that was a materialized Domain condensed by one’s killing prowess.
If his father could do it, he, Tang San, could do it just as well, and perhaps even more ruthlessly than his father.
He had to walk this path through.
Lin Qingmo’s high-and-mighty figure flashed through his mind.
"Lin Qingmo..."
"The debt owed, the face lost, must be washed away with blood."
"Only by obtaining the Domain of the Slaughter God, and only by refining the purest killing Qi, will I have the qualification to stand in front of you again."
All emotions in the depths of Tang San’s eyes were retracted, turning into the coldest murderous intent.
"Lin Qingmo, however high you climb now, in the future I will make you fall however miserably."
He raised his eyes and swept across the towering spire of the Hell Slaughter Arena ahead.
The Slaughter Arena, that was the center of all sins!
From today onwards, this Slaughter City would be Tang San’s best whetstone.
Whoever dared to block the front would have to die.
Even if he turned this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood through slaughter, he would still wade out a path back to peak!
(End of Chapter)
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