Chapter 260: Bibi Dong Invades the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
"But San, your cultivation..."
Tang Hao hesitated. According to Tang San's timeline, he had ventured to the Slaughter City after awakening the Blue Silver Emperor, obtaining his fifth spirit ring, and reaching level 52, with a head spirit bone and an external spirit bone. At present, Tang San was only level 44, and had only completed 64 strikes of his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique—still far from mastering the full ninety-nine strikes.
"Father, both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan have suffered heavy losses from their war. The power-hungry bastards in Spirit Hall won't miss such an opportunity. They may launch a hunt for spirit masters early. Our time is running out."
Tang San didn't want to go to Slaughter City prematurely either. In his previous life, even with top-tier configurations, surviving Slaughter City had been a near-death ordeal. In this life, having lost his head spirit bone and external spirit bone, and with his immortal herbs downgraded to a crystal blood dragon ginseng equivalent to a lesser-ranked herb, he was far weaker than before.
"Don't worry, Father. Before I go, I'll craft even stronger Tang Sect hidden weapons. I'll be fine."
Slaughter City
Qian Renchuan (Qian Shichen) emerged from the Hell Arena, his body bloodied and bearing fresh wounds, a sign of another brutal battle. Only by achieving 100 consecutive victories in the Hell Arena can one challenge the Road to Hell and, upon passing it, acquire the Killing God Domain and exit Slaughter City.
Thanks to his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul and Xuantian Skill, Qian Renchuan healed rapidly. The moment he recovered, he'd head straight for another fight. In just two months, he'd already racked up 19 consecutive wins—a record-breaking pace in Slaughter City history. After killing more than a hundred fallen ones in this period, his spirit power had climbed from level 65.6 to 67.
Outside the Hell Arena stood a crowd of more than 200 people, all eyes fixed on him the moment he stepped out. The most dangerous moment in Slaughter City wasn't in the arena itself, but right after—when exhausted victors were ambushed by hordes of fallen ones, especially those who showed exceptional promise.
Slaughter City is divided into inner and outer districts. Outer district residents must contribute blood every month and subsist on food barely fit for pigs. To live in the inner district, one must win in the Hell Arena, earning a year of luxury—if they survive. As such, every inner city resident is a potential threat. Better to kill a threat early than face them later in the arena.
"6667 is out! Kill him now, or he'll kill us next time!"
"Kill him!"
A mob charged at Qian Renchuan, eyes red with frenzy. He inhaled deeply, crimson light flashing in his eyes as his Two-Winged Angel martial soul possessed him. Forming a longsword from spirit power, he charged into the fray, slicing through bodies and limbs with deadly precision—aiming only for vital points like the heart and throat.
Even with his rich combat experience and Tang Sect techniques, facing over a hundred enemies at once left him bloodied and scarred.
"Don't let 6667 fly away! Clip his wings!"
Qian Renchuan grunted in pain, blood spurting from his mouth as one wing was severed and the other restrained.
"Finish him!"
Surrounded, heavy weapons bearing down on him from all directions, there was nowhere to dodge. Just then—
"Soft Bone Rabbit Left Arm Bone Skill: Eight Stage Drop!"
A graceful pink silhouette—Xiao Wu's spirit projection—emerged from his glowing left arm. She tore through the crowd like a divine juggernaut, crushing bones and splintering bodies. Using the gap, Qian Renchuan reignited his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and resumed the slaughter.
He had considered crafting hidden Tang Sect weapons before entering Slaughter City but ultimately relied on his ten-thousand-year spirit bone techniques and external spirit bones instead. If he ever truly reached a dead end, those would forge him a path to survival.
An hour later, soaked in blood, muscles torn, and reeking of death, Qian Renchuan barely escaped the mob. His spirit power had reached peak level 67, and faint outlines of a third wing had appeared behind him. His golden wings now bore a crimson tint.
Deep Night—Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Stronghold, Thunderclap Gorge
At the colossal stone gates adorned with dragon statues, four disciples stood guard, no longer bearing their usual pride. The war had halved their clan's numbers and killed several elders. Without Yu Yuanzhen, they wouldn't even rank among the lower sects anymore.
Above the foggy lake, a voluptuous figure floated forward.
"Who goes there!?"
The disciples readied their defenses, one aiming a flare gun. But when they saw the figure's face—Bibi Dong, a flawless beauty—they were momentarily dazed. Four spider spears of green light pierced their necks before they could react, killing them instantly.
Hovering at the entrance, Bibi Dong radiated immense killing intent. The death of Yu Xiaogang had burned away the divine power Qian Xunji left in her, pushing her to level 97. Her massive spiritual power blanketed the clan, her lips curled in a cruel smile.
Killing Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and the Lanba Academy head had unexpectedly incited war between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Gu Chen's oath had backfired, turning him into a cripple. Now that Gu Chen had no power, Bibi Dong didn't need to personally kill him—if he died from battlefield aftershocks or falling debris, that wouldn't be her fault.
With Ning Rongrong's non-combat support capabilities, Bibi Dong knew that once she razed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, they would all perish.
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