Chapter 111 - Massacre at the Pope's Hall
"Enemy attack!"
A sharp whistle cut through the sky.
In an instant, all the elders and spirit masters of the Pope's Hall flew into the air, rushing toward the source of the terrifying aura.
A blazing inferno ignited the distant horizon, burning so intensely it seemed to sear the void itself. It swept across the heavens with the might of annihilation.
Within that sea of fire stood a man clad in a blood-red cloak, his ghostly visage unmistakable.
Tang San.
His eyes were bloodshot. In one hand, he wielded the Clear Sky Hammer; in the other, the Shura Demon Sword. Blood surged around him, dyeing the sky a deep crimson.
He moved, and with a single swing of his hammer, the skies howled. Qi and blood roared forth like a dragon, crashing down upon the Pope's Hall.
Boom!
The deafening explosion flattened the nearby palaces in an instant, reduced to rubble.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Cries of pain echoed as spirit masters below the Title Douluo level were hurled through the air, vomiting blood.
From the peak of the hall, Bibi Dong's expression turned grim.
"Tang Hao? Didn't you die?"
She frowned deeply, releasing a surge of powerful spiritual pressure.
But in that moment, her eyes narrowed in shock.
It wasn't Tang Hao—it was the corpse that had vanished long ago. Tang San.
And that blood-drenched weapon in his hand… The Shura Demon Sword of the Slaughter King.
Realization struck.
"No wonder I lost contact with Slaughter City… it was you, Tang San!"
Her voice was icy, filled with fury.
Tang San soared forward, seemingly walking on air, appearing before her in the blink of an eye.
The Clear Sky Hammer hovered menacingly in his grip, while the Shura Demon Sword radiated killing intent.
"Bibi Dong," he sneered, "I've come to take your life."
With that, he lunged. The hammer, wreathed in blood, came down like a collapsing world.
Since annihilating the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San's power had surged. The force of the Shura God had begun to merge with him. At this point, he was already comparable to a low-level god.
Roar!
A savage roar echoed across the battlefield.
Bibi Dong's body shimmered as she invoked the Death Spider Emperor. Her Killing God Domain exploded outward. In an instant, she transformed into a monstrous poisonous spider and lunged toward Tang San.
Behind her, the Spirit Hall elders split into formation, encircling him.
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances.
At once, their spirit rings lit up. Silver and gold flames burst from their bodies.
With hands clasped, they initiated their strongest fusion—the Bipolar Static Field.
But—
Could they truly contain the fully awakened Tang San?
He merely cast them a glance.
With a flick of his wrist, the Shura Demon Sword flew forth.
Shing!
The blade tore through the bipolar field like tissue. Both Douluos coughed blood and crashed to the ground.
One move.
Tang San then met Bibi Dong's monstrous charge.
From her back, six venomous spider spears fired, dripping with toxic purple fluid.
Tang San snorted coldly.
The Clear Sky Hammer exploded with wind pressure and swept the spears aside.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
All six were shattered instantly, reduced to dust.
Without pause, the hammer continued its arc.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened in horror. Though she dodged instinctively, it was as if the hammer had locked onto her soul.
Boom!
The hammer struck.
She was sent flying, blood spurting, her body smashing into the earth with thunderous force.
A crater opened beneath her.
Her stunned gaze locked onto Tang San.
"Too strong…"
Even with the Rakshasa God's power within her, she had been utterly overpowered in a single blow.
"Your Majesty!" several Titled Douluo shouted, rushing to her side.
"Call for reinforcements!" Bibi Dong growled from within the rubble, her voice filled with rage and humiliation. She knew she couldn't win—not today.
Thorny Porpoise Douluo glanced at Ghost Leopard Douluo, then charged forward, his body swelling grotesquely. Violet spikes burst from his skin, his soul rings glowing ominously.
His body expanded into a massive ten-meter sphere covered in deadly thorns.
All at once, his fifth and seventh rings lit up. Poisoned spines exploded outward toward Tang San.
Ghost Leopard Douluo, meanwhile, darted toward the Worship Hall, hoping to summon the seven Supreme Elders.
A desperate gamble.
Tang San sneered.
"A cheap trick."
He tapped his fingers forward.
The Dark Blue Silver Emperor erupted from the void, forming a pitch-black chain that wrapped around the Thorny Porpoise Douluo, halting him instantly.
In the next instant, Tang San's figure blurred and reappeared before Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Boom!
One palm strike crushed him into the earth.
Then, the Clear Sky Hammer swung once.
Ghost Leopard Douluo's head burst like a melon, and his soul bone was ripped free.
At that very moment, a radiant golden light burst from the Worship Hall…