Chapter 407: A Ruthless Slaughter Begins
Inside a certain room in the City of Slaughter.
Tang San wore a shocked expression. After stabilizing his injuries, he turned his gaze—full of intense killing intent—toward the woman lying on the wooden plank.
Was this for real?
To even poison that kind of place—wasn't that way too absurd?
Tang San had never imagined that he'd be ambushed like this while just trying to resolve a mental issue. Who was he supposed to reason with?
To be fair, it wasn't entirely Tang San's fault. Anyone in his position wouldn't have imagined that this woman would be so ruthless—to actually poison such a place on her own body.
"Hmph!"
The woman sneered, propping herself up with her hands. Her icy words rang out:
"The great King of Slaughter calculated everything from the start. Otherwise, do you really think I could, by mere order of the King of Slaughter, make all the fallen ones in this hellish, lawless world feel fear and dread?"
In this world, the one thing in abundance was people with nothing to lose. Whenever someone couldn't bear it any longer, they'd target women like her.
After all, if they were going to die anyway, they might as well enjoy themselves beforehand.
Because of such incidents involving previous messengers, the King of Slaughter had issued a decree: all female messengers must apply deadly poison to a certain secret place. Furthermore, at regular intervals, they were required to drink Bloody Mary to use the blood and energy within it to suppress the poison, preventing it from leaking out.
As expected—every absurd rule has an even more absurd reason behind it.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Faced with such a situation, Tang San finally lost control. Eyes bloodshot, he summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and smashed the woman in front of him into a bloody pulp.
"Senior, help me!"
After disposing of the veiled woman, the poison began to take effect. Tang San half-knelt on the ground, clutching his lower body in unbearable pain.
Though he had considerable knowledge of poisons, this kind of situation left him utterly powerless.
Moreover, in this cursed place where soul power couldn't be used, he had no choice but to seek help. Otherwise, he might become the next one to die from the venom.
Dying from poison wasn't shameful—but the reason for it? That was something he could never say aloud.
"What terrible karma did I commit in my life to encounter someone like you?!"
At the moment Tang San slipped into unconsciousness, a voice full of helpless fury rang out from the black mist.
Immediately after, a dense stream of black energy appeared beside Tang San. Containing powerful law-origin energy, it completely purged the toxins from his body.
But to prevent this from happening again, the black mist decided not to hold back—it directly cut off Tang San's manhood.
"I'd like to see how you'll get poisoned next time!"
Having said that, the black mist closed its eyes and began using its own origin power to heal internal injuries.
As time passed, Tang San slowly opened his eyes and climbed to his feet.
After discovering the poison in his body had vanished and that he was otherwise unharmed, a smile finally spread across his face.
But before he could celebrate, a short object came into view.
"What's this?"
Tang San crouched down, picked it up, and examined it carefully, a confused expression on his face.
Why did this thing look so familiar—where had he seen it before?
After a brief moment of thought, his eyes widened as realization dawned.
He immediately looked toward his own lower body. Upon confirming it, his entire being collapsed into despair.
He dropped to his knees, head knocking against the floor, tears of regret streaming down his face.
The pain—was unbearable!
Though his physical wounds had healed, the trauma to his spirit could never be repaired.
He had lost the most precious thing a man possessed—how could that be acceptable?
"Quit your damn howling. Keep screaming, and you won't just lose that thing—your life will be forfeit too!"
Just as Tang San was still wallowing in sorrow and disbelief, the voice of the black mist came again, full of bitter disappointment.
"Senior, was it you who did this?" Tang San lifted his head, his expression filled with gloom.
"Yes. If I hadn't, you'd already be dead. Don't forget—there was something hidden in that place. The only way to eliminate the poison was to cut it off completely."
The black mist didn't mind at all and directly admitted it—but still told a small lie.
"Many thanks, Senior!"
Upon hearing this explanation, Tang San shifted all his inner fury and killing intent onto the City of Slaughter itself.
It was this filthy world that caused him to lose that thing. Every person in this place now deserved death.
"Go, Tang San. Devour every corner of this place. Elevate your cultivation to its peak. At that point, what kind of woman would you not be able to obtain? Even reconstructing that thing—wouldn't be impossible," the black mist coaxed.
"You're right, Senior. Gods possess supreme power—reconstructing one isn't out of the question!"
With purpose and motivation, Tang San's killing intent became purer and more intense.
He opened the door, Clear Sky Hammer in hand. With the black mist's assistance, each step he took brought down a spirit ring.
An eight-ring Spirit Douluo, and one with the Clear Sky Hammer as his martial soul—no matter where such a person appeared, they were a force to be reckoned with. All the more so in the City of Slaughter, where spirit skills couldn't be used.
"Is the God of Slaughter back… or has the King of Slaughter returned?"
As Tang San rampaged freely, slaughtering and devouring everyone in the City of Slaughter's inner city, deep within the palace that once belonged to the King of Slaughter, three powerful spirit masters opened their eyes and looked out toward the commotion.
"Doesn't seem like it."
One of them, after a brief moment of thought, shook his head and said in a low voice, "I've been in the City of Slaughter for a long time. I've seen the aura of the former God of Slaughter. As for the King of Slaughter—if he had returned, why would he go on a killing spree?"
"So then… an outsider has arrived? And an outsider who can actually use spirit skills?" said the one seated in the center, his tone heavy.
In this place, even a Spirit Elder who could use spirit skills would be capable of killing a Spirit Sage—or even a Spirit Douluo. After all, on the entire Douluo Continent, people relied on martial souls and spirit skills.
Once stripped of those, their power was barely any greater than that of ordinary people.
"Let's go. We need to see for ourselves what's going on out there!"
With that, the three figures flashed, disappearing completely from within the palace.
(End of chapter)
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