Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 319 Qianxun Returns Quickly to the Spirit Hall, Tang San's New Plans
More than two months have passed since Yu Xiaolie sealed off the three members of the Spirit Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Phoenix Douluo helped Qian Xunji as they staggered to Wuhun City.

Qian Xunji's golden hair had long lost its luster and was disheveled on his pale cheeks. His long robe was tattered and covered with mud and dried blood.

Soul Masters and commoners along the way turned their heads to look, and whispers entered the three people's ears like venomous snakes.

"Isn't that the former Pope? How did he end up looking like this..."

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

"..."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Golden Crocodile Douluo gripped Qian Xunji's arm tightly with his calloused hands, afraid that he might lose his balance and fall to the ground.

This person, who was always second only to the emperor, also looked exhausted at this moment, with small scars covering his bronze skin.

The Azure Phoenix Douluo was in even worse condition; his once flowing azure robe was now reduced to just a few strips of cloth hanging from his body, and his exposed skin was covered with purplish-black bruises.

"Coming……"

"Golden Crocodile Douluo said in a hoarse voice."

Qian Xunji seemed not to hear, his blank gaze fixed on the ground, his lips trembling incessantly.

It seemed to be repeating something silently.

Soon, the magnificent gates of the Spirit Hall came into view. The Templar Knights guarding the gates were so shocked by the three of them that they forgot to salute. Who could have imagined that the former Pope, who had led his troops into battle with such arrogance just three months ago, would return in such a disheveled state?
Just then, a beautiful figure rushed out of the hall.

"Seeking illness!"

Lu Wanxin lifted her skirt and rushed down the steps, her delicate face filled with terror.

She reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch her husband's face: "What's wrong with you?"

"Do not touch me!"

Qian Xunji suddenly sprang back as if electrocuted, staggering back a few steps and nearly falling.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition: "Filthy...filthy...I'm filthy..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanxin's hands froze in mid-air, completely dumbfounded.

She looked to the two elders for help, but saw Golden Crocodile Douluo shake his head heavily: "Madam, there is no need to worry. Let us go and report to the Grand Elder first."

Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu was meditating with his eyes closed.

An elderly man with snow-white hair sat upright before the statue of an angel, his body shimmering with a faint golden light.

When the palace doors were pushed open, he slowly opened his eyes, but his pupils contracted sharply the moment he saw the person who came in.

"Father."

Qianxun fell to her knees with a thud, tears streaming down her face. The humiliation and fear that had been building up for two months burst forth at this moment.

The once high and mighty pope wept like a lost child: "I was... I was... defiled by that old woman Poseidon..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's breath hitched, the golden light flowing around him instantly became disordered, and his head began to buzz.

He seriously doubted he had misheard, but Qian Xunji still described the scene very clearly: "She was incredibly strong... she pinned me down on the haystack in the pigsty... and kept calling out Tang Chen's name..."

As he spoke, his shoulders trembled violently, "I couldn't resist... Father..."

"boom!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly stood up and smashed the gilded lamppost beside him to pieces with a single palm strike, scattering shards of glass all over the ground.

His face was contorted with rage, his silver hair moved without wind, and the terrifying pressure of a level 99 peak Douluo made the entire Hall of Worship tremble.

"Brother, calm down, calm down!"

The Golden Crocodile and the Azure Phoenix stepped forward at the same time, one on each side, and grabbed Qian Daoliu's arms.

Even without their soul power, they could still sense that Qian Daoliu's aura was running rampant and could get out of control at any moment.

Qian Daoliu's chest heaved violently, and his eyes blazed with golden light. Poseidon... the woman he had loved for decades, not only had she been slept with by his son... but what suffocated him even more was that, in that moment, she had called out Tang Chen's name—the name that had weighed on his heart his entire life!
The double blow nearly drove Qian Daoliu to madness.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a golden light blasted Qianxun away from the hall: "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

After speaking, Qian Daoliu's gaze turned fierce, his voice low and sharp as a whetstone: "Yu Xiaolie..."

Qian Xunji fell onto the stone steps outside the hall like a rag doll, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He didn't understand why his father was so angry with him, when he was the victim.

……

Shortly after the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was wiped out, a caravan was struggling through a dense forest in a small kingdom on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and a faint smell of blood.

Just half an hour ago, they had repelled an attack by a pack of Thousand-Year Windblade Wolves.

"Cheer up! We'll be at Sunset City in two more days!"

The caravan leader was a middle-aged man with a full beard and a rough, powerful voice.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at the silent young man at the end of the line: "Tang Yin, thanks to your uncanny hammer technique, otherwise we would have suffered a great loss."

The young man called "Tang Yin" raised his head, revealing a pale and gloomy face.

He looked to be only a teenager, with his black hair tied messily behind his head, but his eyes were terrifyingly deep, like two bottomless ancient wells.

He simply nodded slightly upon hearing the leader's words.

"wack."

The tall, thin man walking next to Tang Yin lowered his voice and said to his companion, "I haven't seen him smile once along the way. The ruthlessness he showed when killing soul beasts was like he had a blood feud."

His companion, a young man with freckles, glanced at Tang Yin furtively upon hearing this and unconsciously shrank back: "It's more than that. Last time at the tavern, a drunkard accidentally bumped into him, and Tang Yin almost smashed his head with a hammer..."

Although the two spoke softly, every word reached Tang San's ears.

Yes, this young man using the alias "Tang Yin" is none other than Tang San, who escaped from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

After being sent away by his father Tang Hao with a single blow that day, he originally planned to gather some fine iron to reforge his hidden weapons and make full preparations before heading to Seagod Island.

However, the price of fine iron skyrocketed, forcing him to temporarily join a caravan to earn some money.

"With such a bloodthirsty nature, something bad is bound to happen sooner or later."

The tall, thin man continued muttering, "Sooner or later he'll get caught and sent to the Killing City."

Tang San's hammer suddenly stopped.

A city of slaughter?
My father had mentioned this place before.

That was the darkest corner of the entire continent, teeming with outlaws and degenerates.

But as long as you can survive, you will obtain the legendary God of Slaughter Domain!
Back when his father was still a Title Douluo, he once said that he would take him there to cultivate.

However, after his father lost a leg and an arm to the three elders of the Blue Lightning Sect, which greatly reduced his cultivation, he never mentioned the matter again.

Immediately, a glint of fanaticism flashed in Tang San's eyes.

What he lacks most right now is power, enough power to take revenge on the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan!
Suddenly, Tang San raised his hammer and pointed it directly at the two gossiping mercenaries.

"Tell me all the information about the Killing City."

The tall, thin man was so startled by the sudden question that he stumbled and almost fell.

The freckled youth turned pale and stammered, "We...we only heard about it...that place is in Killing Town, a prison where the Spirit Hall and the two great empires hold evil spirit masters and criminals. People who go in never come out."

The tall, thin man quickly chimed in, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, "There are exceptions, though. I've heard that people from the Blue Lightning Sect, the Spirit Hall, and the Clear Sky Sect have all come out, but that's just hearsay."

Upon hearing this, Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)