Chapter 408: The New King of Slaughter
Inner city of the City of Slaughter.
Tang San, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer and radiating boundless killing intent, walked step by step toward the deepest part.
With the black mist's power augmenting him, Tang San—now possessing the strength of a Spirit Douluo—was undoubtedly the strongest in the entire City of Slaughter, unless the former King of Slaughter were to return.
But was that possible? Impossible. The former King of Slaughter had long since perished, and Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Clear Sky Clan, had left Seagod Island with Bo Saixi and headed for the Sun-Moon Continent.
"Who are you? Why are you behaving so brazenly in my City of Slaughter!"
As Tang San went on a killing spree, devouring the blood essence and martial souls of everyone present without hesitation, three figures appeared, unleashing their overwhelming pressure upon the intruder before them.
"Your City of Slaughter?"
Looking at the three people ahead, Tang San raised his head and sneered, "Sorry, but from now on, this place belongs to me!"
With that, Tang San's eyes sharpened as he charged forward, swinging his Clear Sky Hammer.
"A Spirit Douluo—and from the Clear Sky Clan!"
Recognizing which faction the intruder belonged to, the three figures' expressions grew grave.
The Clear Sky Hammer, honored as the number one tool martial soul under heaven—among spirit masters of equal level, virtually no one could overcome a spirit master who wielded it. Let alone one at the Spirit Douluo level.
Though they didn't understand why the spirit rings behind this man were merely ten-year ones, there was no point pondering it now. With the Clear Sky Hammer and enough spirit power, the gap in ring quality could be forcefully bridged.
After a brief thought, the three also released their martial souls and spirit rings, intending to kill this man together.
Ever since the King of Slaughter disappeared, they had ruled over the City of Slaughter. Whatever they desired, they could have.
Today, even if this intruder were a Titled Douluo, they wouldn't retreat—for the authority to command countless lives was far too intoxicating.
"Seventh Spirit Ability—Martial Soul True Body!"
Tang San's seventh spirit ring lit up beneath him. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand expanded into the size of a small mountain.
In the world of spirit masters, beast-type martial souls held the advantage before level seventy due to the physical strength they provided. But once spirit masters reached level seventy and gained Martial Soul True Body, the situation changed.
With Martial Soul True Body, tool-type martial souls could increase their power geometrically—especially when that martial soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, known for its overwhelming force.
Truth be told, while the Clear Sky Hammer was powerful, it didn't quite live up to its title as the number one tool martial soul. In terms of pure offensive power, the Seven Kill Sword and the Soul-Breaking Spear were the real dominators among tool martial souls.
The Clear Sky Hammer earned its prestige solely because of one man—a level 99 Peerless Douluo—who left behind an entire set of secret techniques for wielding it.
Without those, how could a blunt weapon like the Clear Sky Hammer have such a lofty status in the world of spirit masters?
If it were truly invincible, why was it so obscure before Tang Chen?
The fame of both the Clear Sky Clan and the Clear Sky Hammer was entirely built by Tang Chen alone.
That's why in this world, it's never about how powerful the martial soul is—but how powerful the person using it is. Of course, with the exception of one particular waste… after all, being able to awaken even the Golden Holy Dragon into that state—that's an explosion in the entire continent's history.
"Damn it! This brat doesn't have the King of Slaughter's power—how is he able to use spirit abilities in this place?!"
Faced with Tang San's assault, the three fought with extreme difficulty, flinging their spirit abilities as if they were free, holding nothing back.
Logically, with their combined strength, dealing with a single Spirit Douluo shouldn't be this hard. But the black mist surrounding their opponent seemed like an indestructible shield, making both his power and defense incomparably formidable.
"From today onward, this place belongs to me—Tang San!"
With a flash of madness in his eyes, Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. With the black mist's assistance, he effortlessly crushed the three before him to death with just a few strikes.
After eliminating the strongest within the City of Slaughter, Tang San didn't hesitate. Once he finished devouring their soul power and blood essence, he summoned all the fallen ones of the city to gather.
"Senior, is there a way to absorb these people quickly?"
Looking down at the fallen ones packed tightly in the streets, Tang San's face showed excitement and anticipation.
He had a strong feeling—if he absorbed them all, his cultivation could break through to the rank of Titled Douluo.
"There is. Leave it to me," the black mist replied calmly and coldly.
"May I ask, King of Slaughter, why have you summoned all of us here?"
At that moment, a voice rose from the crowd below, addressing Tang San, who floated high in the air.
In the City of Slaughter, strength was the only law. Since the previous three had died by his hand, this man was now the new King of Slaughter.
"There is indeed something."
Tang San nodded slightly, his tone emotionless. "I'd like to borrow something from you all."
"Borrow something? Borrow what?" The crowd looked puzzled, not understanding the new King of Slaughter's intent.
"What I want… is your lives."
With that, an overwhelming black energy erupted from Tang San, releasing a massive pressure and thick black mist that instantly engulfed the entire City of Slaughter.
At the same time, within the Asura Palace of the Divine Realm—
The God of Asura opened his eyes. Upon sensing a disturbance in his place of inheritance, he immediately sent down divine power to peer into the world below.
"It's that thing—it actually came here!"
His face darkened at the sight. Without hesitation, he summoned an Asura Demonic Sword using divine power and hurled it downward.
"Like a bug!"
Within the City of Slaughter, after fully taking over Tang San's body, the black mist looked up at the descending blood-red longsword with disdain.
Not to mention a mere projection of divine power—even if the God of Asura himself descended, it would still strike without mercy.
Thus, undeterred by the God of Asura's intervention, the black mist devoured all the fallen ones in the City of Slaughter.
And in that moment, Tang San's soul power also broke through to rank ninety. All that remained was to obtain a ninth spirit ring, and he would become a true Titled Douluo.
(End of chapter)
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