Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 388 Tang Chen Awakens
The city of killing.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"My grandfather!"

With a drunken tone, Tang San shouted with all his might.

— Guided by bloodline

The bloodline tracing technique helped Tang San find his grandfather's whereabouts, who happened to be the ruler of the City of Slaughter.

"King of Slaughter!"

The King of Slaughter, noticing the surprised look in his eyes, became intrigued: "The City of Slaughter has a long history. I've seen humble beggars, I've seen insane sadists, and I understand even more the ambitions of those who seek to destroy the world."

"But."

"Damn it, this is the first time I've ever seen someone acknowledge another's grandfather."

An unexpected act by an unexpected person, which he finds inexplicably interesting, even reveals the generosity of a strong person.

"Since you call me grandfather, I can acknowledge you as my great-grandson!"

"I can protect you and keep you safe in the Killing City."

Upon hearing this answer, Tang San was clearly dissatisfied with the outcome: "No!"

"You are my grandfather, not my godfather!"

"Grandfather, my father is Tang Hao, and he is also your grandson. He was killed by Han Tao. You must avenge him!"

He gritted his teeth and vented his anger.

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed slightly: "Tang Hao?"

"You mean, Tang Hao, the God of Slaughter?"

With a gentle smile, she thought, "Tang Hao's strength is even two points stronger than mine."

Han Tao could kill Tang Hao, and he could kill himself.

He gently patted Tang San's shoulder: "Don't worry, child!"

"If you're talking about... what's his name, Han Tao?"

“If he comes to the City of Slaughter, I will definitely avenge you, but I can’t get out of here right now.”

He laughed wildly and arrogantly, chuckling "hehehe" a few times.

After speaking, he ignored Tang San, his eyes filled with cruelty and murderous intent.

The guard beside him ordered, "Arrange a few regional killing fields for him, so that my great-grandson can experience a baptism of blood."

"I will only acknowledge his identity if he survives. The Killing City never takes in trash."

A blank expression was the only description of Tang San at this moment.

Grandfather, it seems we've found him, yet it also seems we haven't.
[Hell's Killing Fields, Begin]

Compared to the National Elite Soul Master Tournament, the competition here is far more brutal, but Tang San likes it here.

Because killing enemies and using hidden weapons will not be stopped by the referee, and even killing the referee is not a big deal.

"Dragon Beard Needle!"

One Thousand and One Nights!

Hundreds of dragon whisker needles were scattered across the hellish killing field, and the killers without soul power had no ability to resist the terrifying hidden weapons.

They easily won the game.

"Relying on external things? That's ultimately a petty trick."

A flicker of regret crossed the King of Slaughter's eyes.

He originally intended to use the Hell Slaughter Field to kill Tang San in order to prevent Tang Chen's consciousness from reviving, but unexpectedly, Tang San survived.

He is not the grandfather.

Tang San had a guess in his mind.

By concealing their thoughts and displaying an extremely humble demeanor, they make it difficult for others to be wary of them.

The King of Slaughter clearly didn't care.

However, for a Soul King, what threat could he pose if he lost his soul power?
"perhaps."

"Perhaps, like me before, my grandfather was usurped by some kind of evil soul beast, which stole his consciousness and body."

"Then how do I wake him up?"

Suddenly, a crimson wave surged, reminding Tang San of the sorrow of his father's death.

Amidst his suffering, a certain inspiration was born within him.

"Father, did he seem to awaken for a moment before he died?"

Although I don't understand physical instincts, nor do I understand the methods of forcibly escaping the illusion.
But he already knew that he only needed to go through a life-or-death crisis to awaken his grandfather's soul.

"Grandfather, believe me!"

Fingers twirled, lingering on "The Moonlit Night of the Twenty-Four Bridges".

Inside the soul tool is the most powerful mechanical hidden weapon forged by the Power Clan: Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus!
Take it down, throw it out.
The radiance has scattered!

"--ah?"

The King of Slaughter exclaimed. In this place, no one could challenge his authority, nor could anyone threaten his position.

Surrounded by endless flattery, he seemed to lose his guard. When the Buddha's Wrath Lotus bloomed, the dazzling splendor overwhelmed his body, mind, and soul.

"Haotian Hammer!"

The bones in his fingers suddenly clenched, and his body instinctively returned to his will.

Tang Chen grasped his martial spirit.

The thunder and fire that bloomed from the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, along with the scattered blades, were ripped apart by the rough yet precise air currents.

Like the swirling of a cloak, like the miniaturization of a giant Sumeru hammer, the power of the hidden weapon was completely isolated.

"I'm."

Tang Chen looked around blankly.

He gazed at his own body, at his own bloodline, at his own martial spirit, and at the same Clear Sky Hammer not far away.

He asked, "Who are you?"

A glint of smugness flashed in Tang San's eyes as he looked up: "Grandfather, Grandfather, have you woken up?"

"Grandfather, I am Tang San, I am Tang Hao's son!"

"Tang Hao's son never imagined that even my grandson would have a son."

He became familiar with his own body, sensing the return of his strength, will, and soul power, as well as the body possessed by the nine-headed bat.

The nine-headed bat wanted to escape.

However, just as it activated its body, Tang Chen summoned his soul power and will.

[Killing Domain]

Killing intent is the macroscopic manifestation of soul power.

Killing intent is the ultimate transformation of spiritual power.

As the two intersected, the nine-headed bat's will was instantly extinguished, while its remaining structure merged with Tang Chen's body.

"Great-grandson, could you tell me about recent events on the Douluo Continent?"

Tang Chen asked casually, his expression indifferent.

Because he was determined that no one in the world could stand against him.

"My father, Tang Hao, is dead!"

"what?"

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, because as far as he knew, there were very few Soul Masters in the world who could pose a threat to Tang Hao.

"Who did this?" Tang Chen asked.

"Han Tao, Han Tao of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"Moreover, Han Tao also kidnapped my master. Grandfather, you must avenge my father."

Feeling a surge of anger, Tang Chen abruptly stood up.

Nine spirit rings flashed one after another on the Haotian Hammer: black, black, black, black, black, red, red, black, red.

A vast amount of soul power and killing intent enveloped the entire Slaughter City.

In this gloomy region, every Soul Master felt a sense of oppression.

"Han Tao of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, tell me your intelligence!"

Based on common sense, Tang Chen believed that Han Tao should be a newly emerging Title Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, or at least a Peak Douluo if not a Peerless Douluo.

But when he heard that Han Tao was only a Soul Emperor...
His jaw dropped in shock: "You mean Han Tao used some kind of method to put Tang Hao into a deep sleep?"

"Then they used a bow that even a Great Soul Master could draw to shoot him to death, arrow by arrow, while you and the two 100,000-year-old soul beasts were right there, powerless to do anything?"

Tang Chen's expression flashed with suspicion.

How the hell is this possible?

"Great-grandson, please don't treat me like an idiot?"

But that's just how it is!

Tang San's tone became urgent, as if he wanted to explain further.

But his grandfather grabbed him by the collar and led him out of the killing city.

"Let's go back to the Haotian Sect first!"

The Title Douluo moved very quickly, and Tang Chen arrived at the site of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Looking puzzled, he asked, "What's going on?"

Turning to look at Tang San, he explained, "Because of Qian Xunji's serious injury to Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Sect, fearing accountability from the Spirit Hall, chose to go into seclusion."

"What?" Tang Chen was furious.

He wasn't this angry even when Tang Hao died.

"When did the Haotian Sect turn into a bunch of damn cowards?"

"Tang San, take me to the Clear Sky Sect!"

Weighing the Haotian Hammer in his hand, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

(End of this chapter)