Though Qian Daoliu felt somewhat humiliated, he dared not go there himself.
He was most aware of the horrors of the Apocalypse Black Dragon because he had participated in the battle fourteen years ago, and personally experienced the terror of confronting it.
At that time, he was Level 98 and appeared insignificant in the face of the Apocalypse Black Dragon.
The Apocalypse Black Dragon was enduring the terrifying tenth Celestial Tribulation while still retaliating with unbelievable might. Even a tiny spark of lightning could obliterate him, and there was also the matter of Divine Descent. Despite all this, the Apocalypse Black Dragon remained incredibly difficult to deal with.
Those who participated in the battle understood the terror of the Apocalypse Black Dragon, while Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo, and other Titled Douluos merely watched from afar, already frightened of the Apocalypse Black Dragon. How much more so for Qian Daoliu who had fought it directly.
Even now, as a Level 99 Peak Douluo, he remained exceedingly apprehensive about the Apocalypse Black Dragon.
It might be humiliating, but one's life is more important.
Ju Douluo muttered to himself: "He said we didn't dare to go, turns out he doesn't dare either."
"Bibi Dong, come with me," Qian Daoliu said as he was about to leave the main hall.
Bibi Dong followed him into the Martial Soul Hall, where Qian Daoliu was briefed on the earlier occurrences.
Having heard the news, Qian Daoliu looked grave, "This is indeed extremely troublesome. Such a terrifying existence is still alive, and if it becomes a God, then how powerful could it possibly get..."
Apprehension filled Qian Daoliu's eyes. Back then, the 999,999-year-old Apocalypse Black Dragon was already terrifying, sustaining against god-like Celestial Tribulation while also capable of facing a God. Should it achieve godhood, its power would be unimaginable.
Qian Daoliu regretted it; had he known, he would not have provoked the Apocalypse Black Dragon then. Given it remains alive, the Martial Soul Hall could be in great danger.
Bibi Dong said, "That Apocalypse Black Dragon likely can't appear in a short period, or it would have killed us back then. Two years have passed, and it hasn't shown up again. However, there's no guarantee that if his son is in danger, he wouldn't appear, which is why they won't go."
Qian Daoliu nodded, "After all, he is the Apocalypse Black Dragon, anything is possible. If the Child of Apocalypse falls into crisis, he would likely appear regardless of the cost. However, we're not without hope; it depends on you and my granddaughter, achieve godhood soon."
"Yes, I will."
...
At this time, Ye Yu headed towards the City of Slaughter.
After destroying the Hundred Emperors City, Ye Yu's killing intent intensified, though not strong enough to manifest materially and affect targets, but already chilling to the bone.
Ye Yu was near his destination; a small town lay ahead.
Upon entering, he went to a tavern, filled with people exuding murderous intent, not a decent person among them, each imbued with the aura of slaughter, at least with a thousand lives on their hands.
By chance, a joyful voice rang out in the tavern.
"Brother Yu!"
Ye Yu looked over at the sound, felt delighted, and smiled, "Xiao San."
Ye Yu stepped forward and said, "Uncle Tang."
"Hmm, have a seat."
Tang Hao sighed lightly, "What a coincidence, you're heading there too."
"Yes, I am."
Ye Yu, surprised by Tang San, remarked, "You've changed a lot, almost look like a different person, turning into a handsome young man."
Tang San explained, "Due to certain reasons, my appearance has significantly changed."
Ye Yu naturally understood why; because of his mother's bloodline genes, the Blue Silver Grass had evidently evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor.
Tang Hao called out, "Boss, three Bloody Marys."
The server glanced over Ye Yu and Tang San skeptically, asking, "Are you sure? Can these two youngsters handle it?"
Tang Hao said nothing, casting a cold glance.
The server said no more, quick to leave, and shortly returned carrying three cups of murky, dark red liquid. The liquid emitted a pungent, bloody smell, much like fresh blood.
Tang Hao downed his drink in one gulp, "You two drink it."
Ye Yu tilted his head back to finish it, and Tang San followed suit, feeling it sour, salty, and with a strong bloody taste.
Tang San asked, "What is this drink?"
Tang Hao replied calmly, "It's a cup of human blood."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's complexion changed, turning pale as he bent over and started to vomit.
Ye Yu, however, remained unfazed, surprising Tang Hao.
The sound of vomiting broke the surrounding silence, drawing everyone's attention, and prompting ridicule.
"Hahaha, where did this little brat come from? Daring to come here, yet can't even handle a Bloody Mary, just get out of here."
"You're not qualified to enter."
"Go back to your mom and drink milk."
...
Mocking, disdainful words arose, making Tang San's face cold.
For Tang Hao, Tang San's vomiting was normal, while Ye Yu was a demon, incomparable to his son.
Tang Hao said indifferently, "Kill them."
Tang San stood up, suppressing his nausea, slightly astonished, killing these people?
Tang Hao explained coolly, "None of them is not wicked beyond redemption; here, showing mercy to enemies is cruelty to oneself, kill them."
"Humph, kill us? I'll kill you first!"
People around them made their moves relentlessly, aiming for vital points with their weapons.
Tang San's eyes gleamed coldly, Blue Silver Grass shot out in all directions, piercing through all twenty-four individuals in an instant.
Among the surrounding twenty-five people, only five were Soul Masters, the strongest being merely a Four-Ring Soul Sect, while Tang San was now at level fifty-three.
One person remained, horrified at Tang San's Soul Rings, eyes filled with fear.
"Five-Ring Soul King?! This Soul Ring combination, how could it be…"
The yellow-purple-purple-black-black Soul Rings pulsed around Tang San.
The last Four-Ring Soul Sect couldn't imagine that this 14-year-old boy was already a Soul King.
He glanced at Tang Hao and Ye Yu, determined to take a hostage, naturally not choosing Tang Hao. His gaze swept to the similarly young Ye Yu.
"Then him!"
Seeing the man charge at Ye Yu, Tang San understood his intent, wanting to take a hostage for escape.
Tang San muttered, "Foolish."
Ye Yu, sitting at the table, made no move, releasing his Martial Soul, six Soul Rings emerged, black-black-black-red-red-red!
In an instant, the man who had reached Ye Yu's back, wielding the raised knife, stood frozen there, eyes wide in disbelief, terrified.
"This... how can this be... Six-Ring Soul Emperor... and this Soul Ring combination... are my eyes deceiving me?"
The man, terrified, retreated quickly, legs softening, almost collapsing to the ground.
Tang Hao beside him also observed Ye Yu's six Soul Rings from a close distance, astonished beyond words. Even for him, it was unbelievable. Three Ten-Thousand-Year Rings, three Hundred-Thousand-Year Rings!
Moreover, the Fifth Soul Ring was definitely not a Hundred-Thousand-Year one, the Sixth Soul Ring was no longer bright red, but dark red, at least around 150,000 years old.
Tang Hao was taken aback, having only one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring himself.
Knowing how terrifying Ye Yu was, Tang San was likewise stunned, exclaiming, "Brother Yu, you're getting more and more demonic; how strong you are now, probably even I can't fathom."