Slaughter City.
"Aaahhh!" Screams echoed through the streets. With Bibi Dong absent for days, the residents' poisoning worsened. Weak and powerless, many fell dead where they stood. Tang San no longer bothered with pretense—he unleashed a massacre.
After sealing the exits with poison fog, he began a carpet sweep. Wherever his domain spread, the city became a living hell.
"You fallen soul masters were destined to die. Your sins must be cleansed. Slaughter City should not exist in this world. Today, I shall wash this filth away." Tang San's eyes were cold as he faced the fleeing enforcers.
"Shura King, we may be fallen soul masters—but what are you?" the new Slaughter King snarled.
"Violence against violence, evil against evil. I purge the world for the people!" Tang San's voice thundered.
"Hypocrite!" The Slaughter King sneered. "If not for the poison corroding our bodies, would you have the qualifications to bark here!?"
Tang San's lips curled in mockery. "Poison is my martial soul's ability. The toxin in this city is my creation."
"Hahaha! Then you are more hypocritical than I thought!" The Slaughter King laughed boldly. "A despicable wretch like you will never have a good end. No wonder your parents, your kin, your sect—they all perished because of you, the cursed star that brought ruin."
"You dare court death!" Tang San's face darkened. His Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track erupted as he lunged.
"Shura King, I'll be waiting for you in hell. To die by your hand—hah—even that sullies me!" The Slaughter King laughed coldly. His power flared, and he self-destructed.
Boom!
The blast hurled Tang San back, blood spraying from his lips.
"He's injured! Together!" The remaining enforcers ignored the poison in their veins, charging all at once.
"Cough… cough…" Tang San swallowed the pain, unleashing the Rakshasa Domain to devour their life force and mend his wounds.
"Ants will always be ants!" His eyes glowed coldly as his eighth ring lit. "Heavenly Net!"
Countless vines erupted, weaving into a web that shredded his foes apart.
One by one, screams rang and faded.
At last, silence fell. Slaughter City lay drowned in blood.
"As expected of a Titled Douluo… I've finally reached rank 90." Standing in the pool of carnage, Tang San's lips curved upward.
The new Slaughter King had once been captain of the enforcers—a Titled Douluo himself. Among them were many Soul Douluo as well. Under normal circumstances, Tang San would never have prevailed. But he had waited for the poison to peak before striking.
Days of slaughter, countless devoured… finally, his cultivation had broken through to rank 90.
"Rakshasa Nine Trials, third trial—complete. Reward: Rakshasa affinity +10%. Cultivation at bottleneck. Additional reward: one god-bestowed spirit ring."
A cold female voice whispered in his mind. Before him, a dark violet bead condensed.
'A pillow when drowsy? This Rakshasa God is useful.' Tang San smiled faintly, grasping the god-bestowed ring.
"Rakshasa Nine Trials, fourth trial—Slay your teacher. Find Yu Xiaogang and kill him. Time limit: one year."
Tang San's expression sank. To kill Yu Xiaogang meant little. After all, it was Yu Xiaogang's so-called spirit theory that had tricked him into absorbing beast-type rings with his Blue Silver Grass. That deception had trapped him at rank 69.
Such betrayal deserved death.
But what unsettled him was the pattern of these trials. The second had forced him to kill his great-grandfather. The fourth—to kill his teacher.
What of the fifth?
Would it demand he kill Xiao Wu? That, he would never allow. If so, then the Rakshasa God itself deserved death.
If the god position demanded such cruelty, then he wanted no part of it!
At worst, he could turn to Sea God Island, accept the Sea God's inheritance his great-grandfather had spoken of. With his age and accomplishments, he had no doubt the Sea God would choose him.
At his age, to have reached Titled Douluo—who else on the continent could compare?
Not even Yang Yunhai!
"No matter. For now, these trials are acceptable. The rewards are generous. To strengthen myself quickly and avenge my kin, I'll continue."
"Gods? They exist only to be used by me."
"To avoid accidents, I'll absorb this spirit ring outside Slaughter City." With that, he strode away.
"Heh… even harboring malice toward my trial content. Amusing."
In the God Realm, the Rakshasa God sneered.
Bibi Dong was still mired in her seventh trial, unable to face her past. That was why the Rakshasa had assigned Tang San the slaughter of Slaughter City—to boost his cultivation swiftly.
Whether his devouring left his foundation unstable, she cared nothing.
All that mattered was passing the god position quickly.
After all, Bibi Dong's rise to godhood, the new Sea God Dugu Yan, Qian Renxue's Angel inheritance, and Yang Yunhai's potential Destruction Godhood—this family was a storm she dared not provoke.
As for Tang San's fate, clashing with them all one day? What did it matter?
"Hmph. He's just a scapegoat." With disdain in her eyes, she severed the divine link.
The next day, in a mountain valley, Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
"Rank 92. Not bad." He glanced down at the nine rings spinning around him—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red. His lips curled.
Lifting his gaze toward the Star Dou Great Forest, his eyes softened. "With my Poison Corrosion Grass reaching nine rings, it's time to find a suitable beast to strengthen the Clear Sky Hammer. And… to see Xiao Wu."
He tore the human-skin mask from his face. Pale features showed, a dark violet mark glowing on his brow, eerie and strange.
"The time for hiding is over."
His Blue Silver Grass had fully evolved. No longer grass—it was a vine, deep green with crimson streaks, blood-red thorns and leaves. Unrecognizable.
His appearance had changed too. His power was that of a Titled Douluo. He could protect himself now.
The face Bibi Dong had seen was only a disguise. Now, with his true self revealed, she would not recognize him.
"Xiao Wu, I'm coming." His whisper echoed as he leapt into the sky.
Days later, on the outskirts of the Star Dou core region—
Thud!
A 70,000-year Man-Faced Demon Spider collapsed. Tang San sat cross-legged, absorbing its ring.
Within an hour, he opened his eyes, frowning.
"Not even a single level gained…" His brows furrowed.
"The god-bestowed ring only comes when breaking through bottlenecks. Meaning, I can't claim another now. Unless I find a 100,000-year soul beast, the Clear Sky Hammer won't reach that level."
'Unless… the next god trials reward higher ring and bone ages.'
His choice to assign the god-bestowed ring to the Poison Corrosion Grass had been deliberate. First, because its evolution made it powerful—the domain alone had proven its worth. Second, the higher the ring age on it, the greater his physical boost, leaving space for the Clear Sky Hammer to bear higher rings later.
Proof lay in the 70,000-year ring he'd just attached to the Clear Sky Hammer with ease.
But still, the lack of a 100,000-year ring was a pity. Such rings granted two soul skills, and he still lacked a right arm bone.
"Right—the Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python. Back when we entered Star Dou with Shrek, didn't Xiao Wu hear their calls? Yes… they'll be perfect for my eighth and ninth rings."
His eyes gleamed with resolve.
"in the future—I will be a god."
"For now, I'll complete the first six rings before venturing deeper."
With that thought, he devoured the spider's corpse and continued his march into the forest.
(End of Chapter)
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