Douluo: Phoenix God Descends, Emperor Flame Burns the Sky

Chapter 318 Lin Xiao: Let Poseidon take care of me?

"This time, I am truly indebted to you."

"I know that someone like you is not a fallen one. You are probably a prodigy who has come to experience the path to hell, right?"

"If you need anything, just let me know, and I will help you."

Tang Chen's brows and eyes held an unyielding desolation. Although he himself had a huge mess to deal with, Lin Xiao had been kind to him this time, no matter what.

It's perfectly normal for him to repay a small favor.

Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow.

That's exactly what he was waiting for Tang Chen to say!

Lin Xiao made an outrageous demand without hesitation:

"That's great! I want to use the souls of the fallen from the City of Slaughter to help my flame evolve. I wonder if you, Ancestor, could lend me a hand?"

If Tang Chen, as the King of Slaughter, tacitly approves of Lin Xiao's massacre in the Slaughter City, then Lin Xiao will have no more scruples.

Tang Chen frowned.

His gaze fell on Lin Xiao's ghostly face, and he felt that this boy was extremely strange, just like his soul-devouring flames.

After a long silence, Tang Chen spoke:

"The City of Slaughter has been established for a thousand years, which is the longest recorded history. Although the King of Slaughter is nominally the master of the City of Slaughter, there are rules governing its operation in the dark."

"Your rampant slaughter will eventually be beyond the reach of the rules here, even without the King of Slaughter's intervention."

Lin Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

What are the rules of the Killing City?

Rules are made by people, but the rules of the Killing City were made by the God of Asura; the so-called rule being intolerant is actually just that the person who made the rules is intolerant.

He was deeply disappointed, feeling that he might miss the only chance in his lifetime to massacre a city without any psychological burden.

However, Tang Chen changed the subject.

"However, everything has its limits. As long as you don't exceed those limits, generally speaking, there won't be any problems."

"I'll grant you permission to slaughter two more streets."

"But you must promise me one thing and swear you will do it."

Lin Xiao nodded readily.

What is it you want to say first?

Tang Chen's eyes revealed a complex expression, but he took out a token and an ice-blue handkerchief from his pocket.

The token was naturally Tang Chen's own identity token, while the ice-blue handkerchief was exquisitely crafted and sealed in a box. After so many years, it still seemed to retain a faint fragrance when opened.

Lin Xiao: "..."

That's why Douluo Continent is called the continent of romance!
Without Tang Chen needing to say anything, he felt he already knew what the other party would ask for.

Tang Chen looked wistful.

"Things have changed, and even if I had the chance to see her again, I would never dare to appear in front of her again."

When he left, he made a grand promise, vowing that he would not marry Poseidon until he became a god, and he even made a bet with his rival, Qian Daoliu.

Whoever becomes a god first will win the heart of the beauty.

But who would have thought that fate would play such a cruel trick?

Now that he had become such a grotesque, inhuman creature, if he were to appear before his former goddess in this state, Tang Chen would rather spend his entire life as a rat in the gutter in the City of Slaughter.

He would rather die on the spot.

The Haotian Sect prides itself on being the number one sect in the world, and its disciples are known for their arrogance, or to put it bluntly, their vanity.

Tang Chen, on the other hand, was extremely concerned with his reputation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sworn to return only after becoming a god, even though he knew Poseidon was in love with him.

Tang Chen carefully opened the box, but dared not touch the ice-blue handkerchief, fearing that his blood-stained and filthy hands would contaminate it. He then quickly closed the box and reluctantly handed it to Lin Xiao.

“This belongs to an old friend of mine.”

“Give her this handkerchief and tell her something for me.”

“With my identity token in your possession, she will naturally believe you.” “Just say that I’m sorry to her, tell her that I’m dead, and tell her not to wait for me anymore.”

Lin Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a very principled person.

The reasons for targeting the Clear Sky Sect and Tang San/Tang Hao are merely a matter of stance, and also because the other party provoked them first.

He was genuinely afraid that Tang Chen would ask him to help take care of the Haotian Sect or Tang Hao, and even if the temptation was great, Lin Xiao wouldn't be able to agree.

Fortunately, Tang Chen never mentioned anything related to the Haotian Sect from beginning to end. Perhaps the old man was arrogant by nature and believed that the Haotian Sect was the number one sect in the world, and it was not up to Lin Xiao, a mere junior, to take care of.

Lin Xiao accepted the handkerchief and identity token, and asked as usual, "Ancestor Tang Chen, you still haven't told me who your old friend is?"

Tang Chen said hoarsely:
"Her name was Poseidon."

"If you can handle this matter, she will take care of you even if it's just for my sake."

Lin Xiao's expression was strange.

Let Poseidon take care of him? That's out of the question.

Lin Xiao and Tang Chen reached a deal, and then they went their separate ways.

Lin Xiao went to the other two streets first, and collected a total of 800 Fallen Souls. He felt that his million-year Soul Ring was about to overflow before he finally stopped.

There was still a sense of unfinished business.

"The matter in the Killing City is almost settled. There's no point in staying any longer. It's time to walk the road to hell."

However, there is a prerequisite for taking the road to hell.

That means winning 100 consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Lin Xiao didn't have time to wait for the Hell Slaughter Arena to gather enough participants, so he simply asked Tang Chen for help.

Tang Chen needed Lin Xiao's help, so he naturally agreed.

And so another three months passed.

……

Inside the hotel.

Hu Liena looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression.

He was always dressed in a white robe with a ghost mask on his face. Despite being in a filthy and sinful paradise, he possessed the pure and untainted qualities of a white lotus rising from the mud.

The inability to see the face seems to give it a mysterious and captivating allure, like a whirlpool that draws you in and makes it hard to escape.

"Yan Jun, you've already won 99 consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, haven't you?"

"Are you about to embark on a journey to hell?"

Lin Xiao nodded.

"There's nothing left to miss in the City of Slaughter; there's no need to stay any longer."

Hu Liena bit her lip and remained silent.

She knew that a major event had occurred in the City of Slaughter three months ago: Ghost-Faced Flame Lord had slaughtered five streets, and the King of Slaughter and Blood Phoenix Ma Hongjun had come to stop him.

The final result was that Blood Phoenix Ma Hongjun died, while Ghost Face Flame Lord reached an unknown agreement with the King of Slaughter.

This man is so powerful that it makes one's heart tremble.

A strange feeling arose in Hu Liena's heart, and she couldn't help but think about it.

"Did he massacre the streets and kill Ma Hongjun because of me?"

There is no answer.

Hu Liena couldn't bring herself to ask, and silently served Lin Xiao one last time.

"Hmm, why did you bring a basin of water?"

"I'll wash your feet."

Lin Xiao: ? ? ?
What, giving out perks on the last day?

(End of this chapter)