Chapter 586: The True Slaughter City, Tang San Attempts to Return to the peak!
Chapter 586: The True Slaughter City, Tang San Attempts to Return to the peak!
"I want to enter Slaughter City."
Tang San’s voice was deep and cold, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
The fat boss shuddered violently.
Having stayed in this damned place that eats people without spitting out their bones for so many years,
he knew all too well that beneath such an extremely calm exterior often hid the most fatal madness.
He dared not hesitate in the slightest.
He immediately turned around, reaching down to grope for a rough, transparent glass cup from a secret compartment at the very bottom of the bar.
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.
Tang San frowned imperceptibly.
With his sharp five senses, he could easily distinguish 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 soft and he almost knelt down directly.
"Th... This is the rule, My Lord."
"You have a 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 beyond recognition.
"Only by drinking it can you truly open the path leading there; this is the most basic key to enter."
Tang San stared at the pungent red liquid in the cup.
His line of sight paused extremely briefly for two seconds.
But he did not have a trace of extra hesitation anymore.
He directly reached out to pick up the glass cup, tilted his neck back, and poured it straight down.
His Adam’s apple rolled up and down, swallowing every last drop of that viscous liquid into his stomach.
The heavy and nauseating smell of blood directly burst along his throat, burning all the way into his stomach.
Bringing a wave of nauseating disgust.
But Tang San did not even frown again.
He expressionlessly threw the empty cup back onto the table, producing an extremely crisp collision sound.
"Lead the way."
These two cold words exuded an absolute, irresistible determination.
The fat boss felt as if he had been granted a pardon.
He nodded and bowed repeatedly, hurriedly bypassing from behind the bar.
Bowing all the way, he tremblingly led Tang San toward the backyard of the tavern.
The backyard was extremely desolate and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds.
A dark stone door leading to the underground was hidden in the corner.
From the heavy door gaps, piercingly cold Qi continuously seeped out, as if it could freeze a person’s bone marrow.
It was like the giant mouth of a beast leading straight to the abyss of Hell, waiting to devour every living creature that approached.
"M... My Lord, just go right in."
The fat boss stood far away, his two feet seemingly rooted to the ground, not daring to approach that door by even half a step.
Tang San did not speak nonsense.
He raised his foot without hesitation and stepped into the dark stone door in one stride.
The bottomless darkness quickly engulfed his lean figure.
A piercing cold wind blew wildly past his ears, bringing countless shrill wailing sounds, as well as the invasion of Killing Intent.
Yet Tang San’s pace was extremely firm, without a trace of sway.
In his heart, he knew clearer than anyone else.
From the moment he stepped through this door, his life would no longer have any room for turning back.
This was a killing Hell without any bottom line.
But this was also his only must-pass path right now.
The moment the soles of his shoes stepped down, they made a teeth-aching, sticky sound.
That was semi-dried blood scabs mixed with unknown minced meat, paving this long street leading to Hell.
Tang San did not stop.
His nasal cavity was filled with a rich smell of rust and a pungent stench of corruption.
These two scents intertwined, rushing straight to the crown of the head along the respiratory tract, capable of forcing out a normal person’s gastric juices directly.
He didn’t even frown.
On both sides of the long street, there were no signboards, no shops, only dense crowds of people, and evil pure to the extreme.
Ten steps away to the front left, a monkey-like man was holding a cup of Yellow Springs dew and drinking wildly.
The next second, a rusted dagger accurately pierced through his throat from behind.
Fresh blood splattered!
The killer kicked away the still-twitching corpse, snatched half a cup of Yellow Springs dew, and greedily licked the rim of the cup.
At the alley entrance on the right,
a burly man swung a door-sized evil demon battle axe and slashed randomly.
Listening to the screams on the ground, he raised his head and burst into frantic, loud laughter.
No one stopped him, there were no guards, and even less of so-called rules.
Pedestrians on the street didn’t even have the interest to take another look at the dead person; they just numbly and vigilantly kept their distance.
Here, weakness was the original sin, and staying alive was a gift.
Tang San hugged the base of the wall, putting his footsteps very light.
Mysterious Heaven Skill silently circulated within his body, and Tang Clan Hidden Weapon had long since slipped into his fingertips.
His hem swept across several sections of broken bones scattered on the ground, his gaze as calm as stagnant water.
He had seen the high and mighty dominance of Spirit Hall, and the flesh-and-blood cruelty in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, but he had never seen such complete disorder.
The air here exuded a suffocating madness.
Human lives here weren’t even considered stepping stones; they were just a pile of meat that could rot at any time.
"If you want to survive, you can only be more ruthless and crazier than everyone else."
Tang San muttered 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.
But for Tang San, it unlocked the final shackle of Tang Sect unique skills!
Here was simply a heaven tailor-made for Hidden Weapon.
"Kid, you’re new here, right? Lend some blood."
A fierce, scarred one-eyed man locked his eyes on Tang San.
Licking his lips, he dragged a nicked nine-ring broadsword in his hand, bringing a bloody wind as he slashed straight over.
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 sending Fire Sparks flying everywhere.
Before the one-eyed man could retract his move, Tang San’s right hand had already reached out.
Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon precisely clamped onto the opponent’s wrist and gave it a gentle shake.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bone dislocation rang out.
Following closely, a trace of dark blue cold light ejected from Tang San’s fingertips, sinking into the one-eyed man’s glabella.
Silent and soundless.
The one-eyed man’s huge body collapsed with a crash, his eyes wide open, without even letting out a scream.
Tang San didn’t even look at the corpse on the ground, stepped over the spreading pool of blood, and continued walking forward.
Several restless desperados around immediately shrank back into the dark corners, a hint of dread appearing in their eyes.
Killing to establish prestige worked better than anything else in this city of sin.
Tang San took a deep breath of the foul air, yet his heartbeat was unusually steady.
He thought of his father, Tang Hao.
That blacksmith who drank heavily and was extremely decadent all year round was also the god of slaughter who had forcefully fought his way out of this human Shura field.
Domain of the Slaughter God,
That was a materialized slaughter Domain condensed by a body of Killing Intent.
Father could do it, and he, Tang San, could do it just the same, even more ruthlessly than Father.
He had to walk this path through.
Flashing through his mind was the high and mighty figure of Lin Qingmo.
"Lin Qingmo..."
"The debts owed, the face lost, must be washed away with blood."
"Only by obtaining the Domain of the Slaughter God and refining the purest slaughter Qi can I have the qualification to stand in front of you again."
All emotions at the bottom of Tang San’s eyes converged, turning into the coldest Killing Intent.
"Lin Qingmo, no matter how high you crawl now, in the future, I will make you fall 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!
Starting today, this Slaughter City would be the best whetstone for him, Tang San.
Whoever dared to block the way ahead would have to die.
Even if he turned this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he would still forge a path back to the peak!
(End of Chapter)
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