Chapter 294: Chapter 294: The Escaped Tang San, Preparing to "Return to the Ancestors and Clan"
Qian Renxue nodded. The Angelic Holy Sword in her hand had quietly appeared, its blade emitting a faint light. "We must be careful. The aura here is too strange."
Without any more unnecessary words, the three of them quickly passed through the outer city and headed for the inner city.
Compared to the outer city, the inner city was even more deathly silent. Only the Hell Slaughter Arena retained some noise, but those sounds were all screams and wails.
Lin Feng frowned. "Let’s go to the Central Black Palace first."
The three quickened their pace and instantly arrived at the entrance of the Central Black Palace. The palace gates were tightly shut, and a heavy, oppressive aura seeped through the cracks, sending a chill through one’s heart.
Lin Feng did not hesitate and passed directly through the doors. The three of them walked in. The interior of the palace was extremely dim, with only a few faint oil lamps flickering, barely illuminating the path forward.
It was only when they arrived before the grand hall’s throne that the three of them saw the current state of the King of Slaughter.
His tall body was curled up on the throne. The King of Slaughter’s appearance at this moment was completely different from the past. He was covered in bloodstains, his aura weak, as if he had suffered a grievous blow. Those eyes, once full of majesty and killing intent, were now filled with emptiness.
"Is he dead?"
"No, not yet." Lin Feng stepped forward and carefully examined the King of Slaughter’s condition. "He’s still alive, but in terrible shape. The power in his body has been drained, and his entire cultivation is nearly crippled."
With a light tap of his fingertip, a wisp of green light overflowed from Lin Feng’s finger and quietly entered the King of Slaughter’s body.
The King of Slaughter’s weak aura seemed to improve slightly with the infusion of this green light. His eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Who... Who is it?" The King of Slaughter’s voice was hoarse and weak. He struggled to see the figures before him clearly, but could only make out a few blurry shapes.
"Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King, tell me, what happened here?"
The King of Slaughter’s expression changed drastically. "You... how did you get here?" His voice was full of shock and fear, and his once-empty eyes seemed to have a spark of life in them now.
Lin Feng snorted. He took a step forward, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped the King of Slaughter. The pressure originating from his spirit was like a heavy hammer striking his mind. A wave of dizziness washed over him, almost causing him to fall unconscious again.
"I ask, you answer."
The King of Slaughter swayed a few times, his pain-twisted face becoming dazed. "It... it was the Asura King, it was that Tang San..." The King of Slaughter managed to force out the name. "He... he turned into a monster. He killed almost everyone in the City of Slaughter, including... including the enforcers..."
"He is just a Soul Ancestor. Where did he get such strength? The enforcement team can use soul skills."
"I don’t know. He was suddenly no longer bound by the rules. The power of this City of Slaughter was all leaning towards him. Anyone devoured by his Blue Silver Grass would have all their life force stripped away and turned into his own nourishment. I tried to attack him, but the Asura Demon Sword in my hand nearly cut down all of my cultivation power and gave it all to Tang San."
Looking at the dazed King of Slaughter, who was on the verge of drooling, Lin Feng frowned and released his mental control.
The King of Slaughter’s body went limp. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in pain and gasping for breath. "You... what did you do to me? Ah—"
He wailed in agony, his hands tightly gripping his head, his body curled into a ball.
Lin Feng looked in the direction of the Hell Slaughter Arena and sneered, "Asura, he finally made his move after all."
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Qian Renxue’s eyes. "The Asura God? Why would he do this? The existence of the City of Slaughter was originally to balance the power of the continent’s soul masters and restrain the fallen ones. Does he now want to destroy this place with his own hands?"
"He’s about to run away, after all. What does the existence of the City of Slaughter have to do with him? He only cares if his successor can grow. After finding a promising candidate, he wouldn’t care even if that successor directly destroyed this place. What he’s doing now is nothing more than being impatient and choosing to pour all the available resources in the City of Slaughter into Tang San’s body at once."
Lin Feng’s words made both Qian Renxue and Bo Saixi fall silent. They understood what he meant. For the sake of Tang San’s growth, the Asura God had disregarded the balance and existence of the City of Slaughter, directly treating it as Tang San’s nourishment pool.
"Then what do we do now?" Bo Saixi asked.
"We go and solve him," Lin Feng said, taking the lead to walk out. Qian Renxue followed closely behind.
Bo Saixi remained where she was, looking at the King of Slaughter rolling on the ground, clutching his head. She shook her head. "The great Titled Douluo Tang Chen, to be possessed by the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King, how tragic. As an old acquaintance, let me send you on your way."
As she spoke, she gently raised her hand. A stream of blue light surged from her palm, forming an ice-blue longsword.
"Tang Chen? Tang Chen... Tang Chen..."
The King of Slaughter’s struggles seemed to intensify. After hearing the name Tang Chen, he constantly muttered it in a low voice, tearing at his own hair with his hands and banging his head on the ground.
A sword light flashed. The King of Slaughter’s head rolled in the air. The headless body slumped down, and a black aura drifted out from the severed neck, transforming into a giant, blood-red nine-headed bat. After circling in the air a few times, it finally dissipated into nothingness.
The King of Slaughter’s blood-red flesh and his magic-pattern-covered head also gradually turned back to a human skin tone. An aged face was revealed; it was the face of Tang Chen.
The head rolled a few times on the ground. A trace of clarity suddenly appeared in the dazed eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he were saying something, but his voice was too weak for anyone but himself to hear.
"Bo... Bo Saixi..."
After severing Tang Chen’s head, Bo Saixi did not linger for a moment. She turned and caught up with Lin Feng, taking his arm. The three of them sped towards the Hell Slaughter Arena together.
"Pfft—"
Tang Chen, who had just regained consciousness only to face his death, saw this scene, his eyes nearly splitting with rage!
A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed from the head. His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair. She was the one who killed me with her own hands! And the person beside her! Who the hell...
The shadow of death began to creep over his spirit. The eyes that had once again turned blood-red gradually lost their light, leaving only a deathly gray-white. His lips trembled, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but in the end, they could only turn into another mouthful of blood that sprayed out, dyeing the ground beneath him red.
Lin Feng, Qian Renxue, and Bo Saixi paid no mind to Tang Chen’s remains. Their gazes were already locked on the direction of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
When they arrived, the three discovered that the Hell Slaughter Arena had been changed beyond recognition. The once towering structure had now mostly collapsed. Ruins were everywhere, and blood and flesh were scattered on the ground. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and the aura of death.
A bottomless, blood-red black hole was revealed beneath the giant platform. A few undissipated Blue Silver Grass vines still remained around it, swaying gently in the breeze like phantoms.
And this black hole was slowly closing.
Lin Feng frowned. "The Hell Road? He’s already gone?"
"Should we pursue?"
Lin Feng shook his head. He activated his spatial power and brought the two of them to the surface, to a valley in a mountain range. He stared at the hidden, already closed end of the Hell Road in the distance and said in a deep voice, "It seems he’s already gone."
Lin Feng snorted. He drew from his Dantian, and a human-shaped phantom was pulled out of his body. It was the Rakshasa God.
"It’s your turn to make a move."
The Rakshasa God’s soul trembled violently and said, stuttering, "Y-y-yes... Master."
Qian Renxue and Bo Saixi stared at Lin Feng with strange expressions. The corner of Lin Feng’s mouth twitched. "I didn’t teach it this."
At this moment, Tang San, who was fleeing far away towards the old site of the Clear Sky Clan in the Star Luo Empire, suddenly felt a tremor in his soul. A trace of an evil aura wrapped around the Dark Blue Silver Grass in his hand.
"Damn it, truly damn it! The Spirit Empire? Where the hell did this damn Hell Road send me?"
"F*ck, they all deserve to die! All those who betrayed me back then will become my food! There is no better nourishment than the power of the original bloodline! The Clear Sky Clan, hmph, since you chose to shrink back and submit, then you can all just die! What a good clan. I’ve come to return to the ancestors and clan."