Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 133: Tang San Seeks Help from the King of Slaughter

The night was as dark as ink.

A ghostly figure tore through the darkness and rushed straight towards the westernmost part of the Douluo Continent—the City of Slaughter.

Tang San was filled with boundless hatred.

The Tang Clan was destroyed, and all his efforts were in vain. The so-called "elite" he brought out from the City of Slaughter was as fragile as paper in front of Xue Lingxiao's true imperial iron hooves, collapsing at the slightest touch.

This harsh reality made him fully realize the chasm-like gap between himself and Xue Lingxiao.

To take revenge on one's own? That's wishful thinking.

He needs power. The power to crush Xue Lingxiao, to reduce her to ashes.

Looking across the mainland, the only one who could give him a glimmer of hope was—the King of Slaughter.

To seek help from a tiger? To drink poison to quench thirst? He didn't care. For Xiao Wu, for revenge, he was willing to face utter ruin.

Several days later, at the entrance to the City of Slaughter. The stench of blood and decay remained.

Tang San returned, but his former arrogance was gone, replaced by a chilling aura and unwavering resolve. He stepped inside, heading straight for the core—the Tower of Slaughter.

Within the city of slaughter, bloodshed and violence continue as usual.

But this time, Tang San kept his eyes straight ahead, and no fight could arouse his interest in anything.

His reputation as a demon of hell is so formidable that his domain as a god of slaughter is almost tangible. The villains flee in terror, and no one dares to obstruct him.

He wanted to see the King of Slaughter.

Soon, at the bottom of the Tower of Slaughter.

"I want to see the King of Slaughter." Tang San's voice was icy cold and resolute as he stared directly at the black-armored warrior guarding the gate.

The black-armored warriors exuded an aura far surpassing that of ordinary fallen individuals, and they indifferently scrutinized him.

One of them scoffed, "Your Majesty, do you think you can just see me whenever you want?"

Tang San's eyes narrowed, and he uttered a thunderous statement: "Tell him that Tang San is back, and I can help him do what he has always longed for."

Upon hearing this, the black-armored warriors' expressions changed drastically. They exchanged surprised and uncertain glances, and the leader took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You wait here."

He turned and strode quickly into the tower.

Tang San stood still, his heart pounding like a drum.

This is gambling. Gambling that the King of Slaughter—or rather, "that being" occupying his body—has some unknown hidden danger or desire.

Every breath felt like an eternity.

Finally, the heavy tower gates opened once more. The black-armored warrior stepped out, his voice carrying a strange undertone: "Your Majesty, I wish to see you."

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief; he had made the right bet.

Led by black armor, they stepped into the Tower of Slaughter, a place where bloodshed and oppressive power intertwined.

The light was dim, the stench of blood was overwhelming, and an invisible pressure loomed like a mountain.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at a spacious hall.

At the far end of the hall, atop the skull throne, stood a towering yet menacing figure. He wore a dark red, opulent cloak, his face covered by a grotesque golden mask; only his eyes, gleaming with an eerie red light, seemed capable of piercing through the very soul.

He is the absolute ruler of the City of Slaughter—the King of Slaughter.

"Tang San?" The King of Slaughter's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a terrifying majesty. "You dare to set foot in my territory again? Are you here to die? My desire? Hmph, do you think you can do it!" A terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on Tang San.

Tang San's body trembled violently, his bones creaking, and he almost collapsed to his knees. But he held on tightly, gritting his teeth, and said, "This junior is not being arrogant, but I am indeed quite confident."

"Oh?" The King of Slaughter let out a cryptic chuckle. "Tell me, what makes you so confident?"

Tang San suppressed his discomfort and said, word by word, "Senior must know that this body of yours does not entirely belong to you. I happen to know a secret technique that may be able to help you completely eliminate the hidden dangers within your body, allowing you to truly achieve unity of mind and soul and perfect control."

He was referring to a forbidden secret technique of the Tang Clan from his previous life—the "Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle".

Combined with his techniques, it does indeed have the miraculous effect of smoothing out the meridians and stabilizing the soul. Of course, the risk is also extremely high, with a slim chance of survival.

The King of Slaughter fell silent, his eerie red eyes fixed on Tang San, as if he wanted to rip out his soul to see what was going on.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was so heavy that the air seemed to have stopped moving.

After a long silence, the King of Slaughter spoke again, his voice carrying a barely perceptible fluctuation: "What are your conditions?"

He didn't deny it. That says it all.

"I need you to kill someone for me." Tang San's eyes blazed with a volcanic, deep-seated hatred.

"Kill who?"

"The Holy Spirit Empire's God Emperor, Xue Lingxiao." Tang San spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each word dripping with emotion.

"Xue Lingxiao?" A soft exclamation, tinged with surprise, came from beneath the mask of the King of Slaughter. "That young emperor who unified Tiandou and Xingluo, and is now so powerful and influential?"

"Yes, it's him." Tang San gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour him alive.

"Heh," the King of Slaughter let out a low laugh that shook the hall. "You think highly of me. Xue Lingxiao is no pushover. It is said that his strength is unfathomable and that he has many powerful subordinates. Even if I were to take action, I might not be able to succeed easily."

"If you can truly control this body, your strength will surely reach a new level, increasing by more than several times. At that time, what will Xue Lingxiao be worth mentioning?" Tang San tried to ignite the arrogant fire of the King of Slaughter.

"Moreover, Xue Lingxiao is extremely ambitious. After unifying the continent, how could he tolerate the continued existence of a lawless place like the Slaughter City? Sooner or later, there will inevitably be a battle between you and him. Rather than waiting to be killed, it is better to take the initiative and strike first."

The King of Slaughter fell silent once more.

Every word Tang San uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking the most sensitive spot in his heart.

He did indeed have a huge problem controlling this body. Tang Chen's consciousness often clashed violently with his own, causing him unbearable pain and greatly reducing his strength.

If Tang San could really solve this problem... the temptation is too great.

It was so big that he simply couldn't refuse.

In the city of slaughter, turmoil is brewing once more.

Snowflakes?
The King of Slaughter curled a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard the most ridiculous nonsense in the world: "A mere brat who hasn't even grown up yet dares to compare himself to me? Back when I roamed the continent, killing so many that rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses piled up, he was probably still nursing in his mother's womb."

His crimson eyes suddenly locked onto Tang San, his killing intent almost tangible: "Boy, I can promise you I'll wipe out that Holy Spirit Empire and kill Xue Lingxiao. But you must prove that your secret technique can truly resolve the hidden danger within me. Otherwise..."

"Rest assured, senior, I will not fail you." Tang San said resolutely, his eyes sharp as knives. "However, to perform the secret technique, we need an absolutely quiet place, where there must be no disturbance."

"The top floor of the Tower of Slaughter, my royal palace, is your place to cast spells." The King of Slaughter waved his hand, exuding domineering aura, "On my territory, who dares to be presumptuous?."

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice turning as cold as the deepest ice in the netherworld: "If you dare to play any tricks, I guarantee you will experience torment more terrifying than the eighteenth level of hell. I will make you wish you were dead."

"This junior understands." Tang San felt a chill in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

The dark, secret room was filled with the stench of blood and the smell of medicine, making one want to vomit.

(End of this chapter)