Chapter 95: Return to the Killing Ground
Slaughter City.
Tang San had returned.
After the bloody massacre of the King of Slaughter a few days ago, the inner city of Slaughter City was clearly less crowded. The number of Fallen had significantly diminished, but the Hell Killing Field remained full—as always, eternal killing was the soul of this place.
He walked along the main street of the inner city. The lights on both sides flickered with a lurid brilliance, radiating an intoxicating, depraved atmosphere.
Tang San was looking for the King of Slaughter.
But he didn't know where the King was.
All he could do was wander aimlessly and hope for a chance encounter.
Soon, frustration began to cloud his mind. Looking at a Fallen figure approaching him in the distance, a wave of murderous intent surged in Tang San's eyes.
His hanging hand twitched slightly.
In an instant, his shining Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit appeared in his palm.
His eyes turned fierce.
With a single step forward, the hammer erupted with blinding light.
In the dimness of Slaughter City, it was like a miniature sun. It came down with thunderous force, crushing the head of the approaching Fallen in an instant.
Blood mixed with brain matter splashed on Tang San's face.
He remained expressionless.
He even licked the blood at the corner of his lips in a twisted and sinister manner—tasting it, as if savoring a fine wine.
Another Fallen approached from afar.
But the act of killing only fanned the flames of his bloodlust.
Like boiling oil meeting water, his suppressed fury surged.
Tang San didn't hesitate.
He raised his Clear Sky Hammer once again.
The road of Hell would be cleared.
And he would become the new God of Killing.
In Slaughter City, Tang San had the same privilege as the King of Slaughter—he could use soul skills.
This was what made him different.
All the Fallen, no matter how formidable they were in the outside world, were restricted here by the domain of slaughter.
They couldn't use their soul skills.
At best, they were just slightly stronger than normal people.
But Tang San?
He was now a Super Douluo. With the power of his soul rings and martial spirits, the Fallen were little more than bugs to be crushed beneath his feet.
Clear Sky Hammer in one hand, Blue Silver Grass in the other, he surged through the streets like a walking disaster.
Every Fallen in his path fell.
They were either crushed outright by the hammer…
Or pierced by the deadly sharpness of his Blue Silver Grass, striking their hearts like a jagged spike.
In a short span of time…
Hundreds of corpses lay scattered across the blood-soaked streets.
The smell of blood choked the air, saturating the entire city.
Tang San's body radiated killing intent.
He moved slowly forward, blood dripping from his Clear Sky Hammer like an executioner's blade.
Unknowingly, he arrived before the entrance of the Hell Killing Field.
Staring at the tall, black structure before him, the blood in his eyes seemed to burn.
If killing hundreds of Fallen couldn't draw out the King of Slaughter…
Then what if he slaughtered everyone in the Hell Killing Field?
Tang San stepped inside.
The moment he entered, the familiar chaotic screams echoed through his ears, intensifying the thirst for blood in his veins.
Fallen were still locked in brutal duels inside the arena.
Fists pounded flesh, blades spilled blood.
Some wrestled their opponents to the ground, biting into their throats with bestial savagery.
Others, stabbed through the abdomen, screamed in agony yet refused to die before taking their enemy with them.
Even temporary allies betrayed one another mid-fight, driving daggers into each other's backs.
And every death…
Only fueled the frenzied cheers of the crowd.
No sympathy. No remorse. Only revelry in blood.
It was a grotesque celebration of carnage.
"Hello, sir."
"Are you here to join the battle or to watch?"
Someone approached Tang San and asked casually.
Tang San gave an evil smile and slowly pulled back his hood.
"It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize me anymore?"
The man paused, then saw Tang San's face clearly. His expression changed instantly.
"Shi… Shura King—!"
Puchi—
The Blue Silver Grass pierced his throat like a venomous serpent.
His body dropped to the ground with a thud.
But in the roaring chaos of the killing field, no one noticed.
The audience remained focused on the fight, completely unaware of the nightmare approaching them.
Tang San licked his lips again. A cold, bloodthirsty smile spread across his face.
Perfect.
He didn't even bother using his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Instead, he strode straight into the field.
With every step he took—
A Fallen exploded in a bloody mist.
The hammer rose. The hammer fell.
No one survived.
Time passed unnoticed.
Eventually, hundreds of corpses littered the outer arena.
Only those sitting in the spectator stands remained.
Some of them finally noticed the abnormal silence below… and tried to flee.
But it was already too late.
Tang San leapt into the air and struck.
The remaining Fallen who hadn't yet been touched by the slaughter were now targeted.
An instant uproar erupted.
The surviving Fallen rose in anger, their faces twisted in fury.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you disrupt the order of the Killing Field?"
"Get down! Or we'll kill you!"
Their rage exploded like fireworks—
But Tang San simply looked at them coldly.
Then he raised the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it down onto the central arena platform.
The white lines on the hammer glowed faintly. Rings of energy spread outward, covering the entire Hell Killing Field in an instant.
Silence.
The ripples of Tang San's power silenced the last screams.
Then his voice rang out, filled with challenge.
"King of Slaughter. Can you hear me?"
Still, no response.
Someone among the Fallen finally recognized his face and gasped.
"King Shura!"
"He's back! It's really him!"
"Didn't he already escape? Why has he returned?"
Although the Fallen from that day had all perished, the story of the new God of Killing walking out of Slaughter City had already spread like wildfire—stoked deliberately by the King of Slaughter himself.
It reignited the fervor of the Fallen.
All of them dreamed of becoming the next King Shura.
But now, the Shura King who was supposed to be gone had returned.
And he had declared war.
He was challenging the King of Slaughter.
Eyes filled with madness and worship lit up.
"King Shura!"
"King Shura!"
"King Shura!"
Their frenzied cheers echoed through the field—
Until Tang San's voice turned cold and merciless once more.
"King of Slaughter."
"If you don't come out—"
"Then I will sacrifice them all with blood."
"I will massacre this entire Slaughter City."