I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

Zhao Wuji looked at Dean Flander in front of him, exhaled a deep breath, and nodded helplessly, hoping that this matter could remain hidden forever.

After all, he was really afraid that the children wouldn't be able to accept it if this got out.

Dean Flander pushed up his glasses and said solemnly, "There's one more thing. It's best if the Heaven Dou Royal Academy doesn't make any moves, since our Shrek Academy is no match for them at the moment."

Zhao Wuji naturally understood and nodded, but he felt somewhat indignant about the unfairness of this world.

Why are these Soul Masters being bullied? Is it simply because they are not strong enough?

Throughout history, the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest has always been permitted by nature, and the concept of fairness has never existed.

There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Some people are tall, and some are short; some people hold high positions of power, and some people are born into humble circumstances. Fairness is just a joke.

In every century, the weak are slaves of the strong. Even if times change, the only change is the method of enslavement.

Only the victor can define right and wrong. That's how the real world is; people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals!

This is a principle that has been followed throughout history.

.........

Douluo Continent, the capital of killing.

Having finished his training, Tang San has now fully activated the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline within him, and his strength has reached the Soul King realm.

With one hand behind his back, Tang Hao gazed at the killing city before him and said calmly, "Follow me."

Although Tang San didn't know where he was going, he still followed his father and walked towards the town in the distance.

The town didn't look very big, but as soon as Tang San stepped in, he felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit strange. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that there was a special kind of chill about the people around him.

Everyone's face was filled with endless gloom, as if their bodies had been hollowed out by some special energy, making them listless and powerless even at work.

Tang San ignored them. These people were all enveloped by the killing intent of this place. They were only able to survive because of the special energy of this place. Otherwise, they would have died long ago.

Those around also saw Tang San, and whether it was because of the overwhelming killing intent emanating from him or something else, they all avoided him as if they were in a hurry.

As if afraid.

We went straight to a tavern in the town.

The air in the tavern was very turbid, and Tang San noticed that all the decorations here were actually black. Although it is daytime outside, once you walk in here, there is a cold and dark feeling.

At this time, about 30% of the people were sitting in the tavern. Although the air here was turbid, few people were talking, making the place feel particularly cold.

Tang San walked in slowly, immediately attracting the attention of many people. Everyone looked at him with curiosity, wondering who this guy was.

"Give me two Bloody Marys."

The waiter glanced at Tang Hao and said casually, "Sir, are you sure? Not everyone can drink that kind of stuff."

Tang Hao coldly looked at the waiter, and the aura emanating from him made the waiter pause in surprise. Not daring to be negligent, the waiter immediately turned around and left.

In no time, a glass of murky liquid was brought up.

The liquid was dark red in color and exuded a strong fishy smell, as pungent as blood.

For Tang Hao, a man of decisive action, blood was nothing new. He picked up the Bloody Mary from the table and downed it in one gulp. The liquid was somewhat salty and had a slightly sour taste. The strong smell of blood instantly filled Tang Hao's senses of taste and smell.

Tang San looked at his father and, in a similar manner, picked up the Bloody Mary from the table. After taking a sip, his eyes widened instantly.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled his mouth, and he immediately vomited, as if he were biting someone.

"This...this is human blood?"

A jarring burst of laughter erupted from the tavern as several scarred outlaws, brandishing bottles of liquor, surrounded them, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light.

"Yeah, where did this newbie come from, making such boastful claims here? I don't know how your father raised you."

"Someone said that last time, but he's already dead. You're quite handsome, so come on, serve me a little. Maybe I'll give you a chance, hahahahahahaha."

"I didn't expect you to still like men, hahaha!!!"

The burly man at the head of the group stepped onto the table, and a stench of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol hit them: "You little brat, you can't even drink Bloody Mary, yet you dare to cause trouble in the City of Slaughter?"

He used the dagger in his hand to lift Tang San's chin and sneered, "Why don't I teach you what real bloodshed is!"

Tang Hao slammed his wine glass down on the table, the remaining liquid splashing onto the floor and sizzling.

The dark red killing intent exploded as if it were a tangible force, instantly extinguishing the candlelight in the tavern. Only the scarlet light flickering in his eyes resembled two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.

"Mistress, it's up to you now. Kill everyone here."

The word Tang Hao uttered carried an overwhelming pressure, causing dust to fall from the surrounding walls, and several weaker Soul Masters even collapsed to the ground.

The burly man's dagger hung in mid-air, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Suddenly, he grinned maliciously and swung his knife down.

"I'll see what you're capable of, you old bastard..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Hao's fist had already pierced through his defenses, and the purplish-black soul power exploded within the burly man's body.

Amidst screams, a charred corpse crashed to the ground, its blood meandering into eerie patterns on the black floor tiles.

A deathly silence enveloped the tavern, and everyone froze in place, their gazes then fixed on Tang San.

Tang San showed no mercy, directly unleashing his spirit, the Blue Silver Emperor, while his ten-thousand-year spirit rings also lit up.

"Blue and silver stabbing array!"

As Tang San's voice fell, the Blue Silver Grass beside him instantly strung everyone together like candied hawthorns, slamming them hard onto the ground, killing them instantly.

Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction, then said indifferently, "If you want to become a true strongman, this is the most correct battle for you."

The voice of the Evil God also rang in Tang San's mind: "I didn't expect your father to have such insight. No wonder he was the youngest Title Douluo powerhouse back then, hehehe."

"If I hadn't chosen you, I really would have wanted to pass on the divine power to your father, Tang Hao. In the upcoming slaughter, you must not hold back. Whether I can recover my cultivation depends on your performance in the City of Slaughter."

(End of this chapter)