Chapter 225: Tang Hao's Death; Tang San Arrives at the Slaughter City
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
A heart-rending scream echoed throughout the entire web-covered domain.
Fresh blood continuously poured from Tang Hao's right eye, while a single eyeball rested in Ah Zhu's palm.
Without question, Ah Zhu's torment of Tang Hao had begun.
Back then, she had trusted Tang Hao with all her heart.
Now, she hated him just as deeply.
"Tang Hao, how does it feel now?"
"But you'd better prepare yourself. This is only the beginning. Today, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Ah Zhu's voice was like the whisper of a devil.
Hearing those words, Tang Hao's body trembled violently.
He wanted to kill himself and escape Ah Zhu's torture.
But the endless spider silk bound him tightly, draining away all of his soul power.
As a Titled Douluo, he couldn't even take his own life.
How tragic.
Yet he felt no regret.
Even if he could start over, he would make the same choice.
A filthy hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast wasn't worthy of becoming his, Tang Hao's, wife.
Nor was she worthy of becoming a noble member of the Clear Sky Sect.
Watching Tang Hao suffer in agony, Ah Zhu's satisfaction reached its peak.
But her torture had only just begun.
She intended to torment Tang Hao physically.
Then spiritually.
And finally, mentally.
Time slowly passed.
Very little time had gone by.
But to Tang Hao, every second felt like an eternity.
One day later.
Tang Hao's condition had become horrific.
Blood flowed from all of his seven orifices.
There wasn't a single intact part left on his body.
Not only that, but his aura had become feeble and lifeless, like that of a walking corpse.
It was the unmistakable sign of a soul that had been thoroughly tortured.
"Tang Hao, seeing that you're about to die, let me tell you some good news."
"I guarantee you'll descend into hell with a smile after hearing it."
By now, Ah Zhu had almost finished torturing Tang Hao's body and soul.
Before sending him to hell, she intended to give him one final torment of the mind.
Wasn't Tang Hao determined to protect that bastard Tang San?
Now she would shatter all of his hopes and make him understand that under Lord Yun Yuan's suppression, the Tang family would never rise again.
"What... are you going to say?"
Tang Hao asked weakly.
Ah Zhu leaned her lips close to Tang Hao's ear, speaking in the low whisper of a demon.
"Your whereabouts, along with that bastard Tang San's, have always been under Lord Atlas God's control."
"You don't seriously believe the Tang family ever had a chance to take revenge on Spirit Hall or Lord Atlas God, do you?"
"Let me tell you, there has never been the slightest possibility."
"You and Tang San have always been nothing more than toys in Lord Atlas God's hands."
"The day Lord Atlas God loses interest in playing with you will be the day you die."
"Just like today."
"As for that bastard Tang San, he'll soon be joining you in hell, you heartless beast."
Every word Ah Zhu spoke pierced deeply into Tang Hao's heart like a needle.
"Impossible... How could this be?! I don't believe it!"
Tang Hao simply couldn't accept such a reality.
If that were true...
Then Yun Yuan knew every one of his secrets and plans.
Including Tang San's inheritance of the Asura God's legacy.
If that was the case...
Could his extraordinarily talented son truly inherit the Asura God's inheritance without incident?
Tang Hao didn't dare think about the answer.
After a long silence, he finally let out a deep sigh, using the last of his strength.
"My entire life..."
"...what a joke."
"I hate this fate."
"If Hao exists, why must Yuan exist as well?"
"I've lived my entire life beneath Yun Yuan's shadow, accomplishing nothing."
"What a joke..."
As soon as those words fell, the last trace of life left Tang Hao.
After enduring the triple torment of body, soul, and mind, he died unwillingly.
Watching Tang Hao die,
Ah Zhu threw back her head and let out a long howl, looking as though she had fallen completely into madness.
"Finally..."
"He's dead!"
Only after a long while did she gradually regain her composure.
Then her gaze turned toward the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.
She would return there.
She would rebuild the Man-Faced Demon Spider clan.
Meanwhile,
Tang San, who had narrowly escaped with his life, had only one destination in mind.
The place of divine inheritance his father had spoken of.
The Slaughter City.
Only there could he receive the protection of the uncle he had never met, inherit the legacy of the Asura God, and one day take revenge upon Spirit Hall.
After making numerous inquiries,
Tang San finally learned the location of Slaughter City.
"Dad, I won't disappoint you."
"I will inherit the legacy of the Asura God and avenge Spirit Hall."
As for Tang Hao's safety,
Tang San already knew the likely outcome.
Given his father's condition, he had most likely died at the hands of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo.
Yet there was nothing Tang San could do.
He could only watch helplessly as his father walked toward death.
What a useless son he was.
...
More than ten days later.
A city where daylight never reached stood before him.
Towering walls of black stone rose dozens of meters high.
The walls were covered with countless scars left by blades, swords, claws, and fangs.
Dark crimson bloodstains had seeped into every crack in the stone, remaining there through countless years.
Above the city hung a dense crimson miasma year-round, leaving the heavens and the earth shrouded in a murky, oppressive blood-red gloom.
Even the wind carried the scent of rust and decay.
From several miles away, one could already smell the overwhelming stench of blood.
This blood-soaked city was the most sinister in the world.
The Slaughter City!
Standing before the entrance, a plainly dressed young man in blue cloth robes appeared.
It was Tang San, who had searched tirelessly for Slaughter City.
"I've finally arrived."
"Dad, I won't let you down."
After an arduous journey covering countless miles, Tang San had finally reached Slaughter City.
Breathing in the thick smell of blood that permeated the air, he felt no disgust.
Instead, he found himself enjoying it.
In his previous life, he had been a disciple of the Tang Sect, thoroughly versed in its philosophy that "those who seek death shall receive it."
Tang San had never feared killing.
Following the normal procedures for entry,
Tang San soon entered Slaughter City.
Although soul skills could not be used within the Slaughter City, he possessed the supreme techniques of the Tang Sect.
During his journey here, he had also crafted a relatively powerful hidden weapon.
The Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
The Godly Zhuge Crossbow was a hidden weapon capable of overwhelming high-level Soul Elders or low-level Soul Ancestors.
Within the Slaughter City, however, it could even threaten Soul Kings.
After all, Soul Masters inside the Slaughter City were unable to use soul skills.
With the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in hand, Tang San's chances of surviving within Slaughter City increased dramatically.
"According to Father, my uncle, whom I've never met, is the absolute ruler of the Slaughter City."
"The legendary Slaughter King."
"I need to reunite with Uncle as soon as possible."
"Only then can I grow stronger more quickly."
After entering the Slaughter City, Tang San immediately wanted to meet Tang Xiao.
Unfortunately, he had only just arrived.
His name carried no weight here.
How could someone like him possibly be qualified to meet Tang Xiao, the current Slaughter King?
Originally, according to Tang Hao's plan, once Tang San had matured and reached the level of a Soul King or Soul Emperor,
Tang Hao would personally bring him to Slaughter City and present him directly to Tang Xiao.
Unfortunately, fate had intervened sooner than expected.
Tang Hao had met with disaster.
Now, Tang San could only rely on himself to attract Tang Xiao's attention.
End of Chapter
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