Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 134: The King of Slaughter Completely Takes Control of Tang Chen's Body!
Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and dozens of silver needles in front of him hummed and trembled, their tips revealing a hidden poisonous light.

In the palm of his hand, a viscous, dark green liquid writhed and writhed, emitting a stench that seemed to corrode the very soul.

This is the "Divine Transformation Bone-Corroding Asura Saliva" that he refined using the secret techniques of the Tang Clan and by combining thousands of deadly poisons from the City of Slaughter.

This poison is insidious and vicious, specifically designed to devour the soul. Even a titled Douluo, once contaminated, will have their soul shattered and be doomed forever.

What he wanted was not only to cure the old monster, but also to plant a seed of absolute obedience in his soul. This "Divine Transformation Bone-Corroding Asura Saliva" was the first "surprise" he gave to the King of Slaughter.

Several hours later, a pill the size of a longan, as black as ink, and exuding an ominous aura of death was condensed.

"It's done." A sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He put away the pill and walked straight out of the secret chamber.

The King of Slaughter had been waiting for a long time, his red eyes beneath the ferocious mask like those of a man-eating beast.

"Is this the secret medicine you spoke of?" His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and madness.

"Indeed." Tang San proudly held up the jade box. "This pill is called the 'Nine Revolutions Asura Soul Devouring Pill.' Combined with my unique 'Nine Needles Against Heaven,' I have a 70% chance of helping you slay your inner demons, unify your soul, and return to your peak."

"Seventy percent?" The King of Slaughter's voice was as cold as ice, his killing intent almost tangible. "Boy, do you know the consequences of deceiving me?"

Tang San remained unfazed: "This junior naturally understands. However, with great power comes great responsibility. If senior wishes to fully control his body, or even go further, this risk is worth taking. Besides, with senior's extraordinary abilities, even if this junior's skills are not proficient, he can still ensure his own safety, can't he?"

These words were both a display of confidence and a provocation.

The King of Slaughter stared intently at Tang San, then snatched the jade box and swallowed the black pill whole.

boom--.

A terrifying, soul-tearing pain suddenly erupted, as if millions of steel needles were piercing the deepest part of one's soul.

"Roar!!!"

Even a ruthless ruler like the King of Slaughter couldn't help but let out a deafening roar, veins bulging on his forehead and bones cracking all over his body. He felt another will raging back, trying to drag him into an abyss of no return.

"You little bastard! How dare you—" The King of Slaughter's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was about to devour someone.

"Senior, don't panic. Concentrate and focus. This is the necessary process of destruction before construction." Tang San shouted, advancing instead of retreating.

His hands moved like phantoms, and dozens of poisoned silver needles instantly transformed into countless starlight, piercing with unparalleled precision into the 108 vital points on the King of Slaughter's body.

With each needle strike, the aura of the King of Slaughter grew more violent, and his roar shook the entire Tower of Slaughter.

Tang San was drenched in sweat, his mental energy pushed to its limit.

If successful, one will rise to the top and take control of the killing capital.

Defeat means the destruction of both body and soul, and the end of all things.

Time seemed to freeze.

An unknown amount of time passed, and just as the aura of the King of Slaughter was about to be completely annihilated—

Tang San could even sense a deathly despair spreading from the withered body of the King of Slaughter, as if he would turn into dust and vanish completely into the world in the next instant.

hum.

A strange tremor emanated from his body.

The deathly aura, on the verge of collapse, suddenly paused, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely violent aura dissipated like the receding tide, replaced by an unprecedentedly pure, domineering, and terrifying pressure that seemed capable of crushing stars.

No, it's even more refined and terrifying than before.

The bloodlust in the King of Slaughter's eyes vanished, replaced by a deep, dark crimson gold, like two blood-red suns, piercing the very soul.

That look sent a chill down Tang San's spine.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha."

The King of Slaughter laughed wildly, his voice shaking the heavens.

"Tang San."

His hoarse voice had a peculiar magnetism, as if it had pierced through endless years.

"You're fine."

"very good."

"I have finally taken control of this body!"

He slowly rose to his feet, every bone and muscle crackling and popping like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. A terrifying shockwave swept outwards from him, causing Tang San to feel a pang of fear.

This power has already surpassed Tang San's cognitive limits. "Senior is flawless, congratulations!"

Tang San cupped his hands in greeting, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

This old monster is harder to control than expected.

He could even sense that the King of Slaughter was looking at him as if he were looking at an... interesting plaything waiting to be completely controlled.

The King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes narrowed, and a burst of crimson-gold light shone as he suddenly locked onto Tang San.

That gaze seemed to see right through his soul.

"I will help you crush the Holy Spirit Empire and take away Xue Lingxiao's dog head."

"But from this day forward, you, Tang San, will be my first vanguard."

"My will is your direction."

"My enemy is your mortal enemy."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Everything about you, including your secrets and your trump cards, will be revealed to me without reservation."

"Are you willing to surrender?"

"Or rather, do you dare not submit?"

The last sentence was already tinged with a chilling murderous intent, as if if Tang San uttered even half a word of dissent, blood would be spilled on the spot.

Tang San's pupils narrowed.

An indescribable sense of humiliation and anger surged wildly from the depths of his heart, almost overwhelming his reason.

Surrender?

That old monster is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

He wanted to completely control me, turning me into the sharpest blade in his hand, even dissecting my soul.

However, circumstances are beyond our control.

He could clearly sense that if he made the slightest move, or even just showed the slightest unwillingness, the King of Slaughter before him would not hesitate to tear him to pieces.

A true man can bend and stretch; a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.

Moreover, it remains to be seen who will be the one to use the knife in the future.

The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

"I, Tang San, am willing to die for you, senior." He gritted his teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I would go through fire and water without hesitation."

Tang San knelt on one knee, his voice resounding, his head bowed deeply to conceal his identity.

"Hahaha. Okay."

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

"Tang San, you have indeed not disappointed me."

The King of Slaughter casually patted Tang San's shoulder with his withered hand as he helped him up. A chilling and domineering force instantly penetrated Tang San's meridians and then disappeared as if it were an illusion.

This is both a warning and a mark.

"From this day forward, you shall be the 'Asura King' personally appointed by me."

"His status is second only to mine, and he commands thousands of people who are slaughtered."

"Follow me to rule the world."

"Let heaven and earth tremble for our will."

He abruptly turned around, his crimson-gold eyes gazing into the depths of the City of Slaughter. From the darkness, it seemed as if countless eyes were responding to his call, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
"Issue my decree."

"All people of the Slaughter City, assemble immediately."

"Target—The Holy Spirit Empire."

"I will make this Douluo Continent, which has been silent for many years, feel the fear of being dominated by slaughter once again."

"I will make all living beings wail and tremble at my feet."

(End of this chapter)