Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 324 Tang San reunites with Tang Chen and pours out his grievances
The air inside the stone house seemed to freeze.

The plumes of dust stirred up by Tang Chen floated slowly.

The room looked eerie in the blood-red moonlight filtering through the holes.

Tang San's breathing almost stopped, his Purple Demon Eyes fixed on the figure on the ground.

He was not only surprised that the King of Slaughter had descended from the sky, but also shocked by the familiar Haotian Hammer in his hand!
The dark red bloodstains on the hammerhead intertwined with the ancient patterns, exuding a familiar aura that stirred his soul.

And the King of Slaughter's tattered yet still formidable aura, his face now drained of much of its color, bore a striking resemblance to his father. —This person...is he from the Clear Sky Sect?
"The King of Slaughter...?"

Tang San's voice trembled slightly, and his fingers unconsciously moved away from the hidden weapon.

He never imagined that the ruler of this sinful city would appear before him in such a wretched manner.

Tang Chen did not answer, but instead struggled to sit up cross-legged, pressing his blood-stained hands to his chest.

His breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows, with each inhale accompanied by a slight hissing sound.

It felt as if my lungs were filled with shards of glass.

A dark red light flowed around his wounds; it was the killing power left by the Asura Demon Sword, gnawing at his life force like countless tiny poisonous insects.

Tang San subconsciously took a half step back.

He smelled a strong stench of blood, mixed with a rotten odor.

Like wood rotten from being soaked in rain, or raw meat left out for too long.

The King of Slaughter's black robe was already soaked in blood, which was now dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle of blood.

“Ahem—poof!”

Suddenly, Tang Chen coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

The blood made a hissing sound as it fell to the ground, and the corroded the stone slab, causing it to emit bluish smoke.

He wiped his mouth haphazardly, muttering with a bitter smile, "Even my soul power can't heal myself. This healing-preventing effect... Yu Xiaolie, you're ruthless..."

Upon hearing this name, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, his fists clenched tightly, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.

The man who destroyed his entire family actually defeated the King of Slaughter.

"you……"

Tang San tentatively opened his mouth.

But when she looked at Tang Chen's face, which seemed increasingly familiar, she couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Tang Chen finally raised his head.

The moment their eyes met, Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Those eyes, with bloodshot whites but frighteningly bright pupils, were not the madness of a king of slaughter, but a profound depth accumulated over a century.

What chilled him even more was that the world-weariness and majesty in those eyes overlapped with the expression of his father when he was angry, just as he remembered.

"King of Slaughter, you actually possess... the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul?"

Tang San spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Tang Chen raised an eyebrow, a weak yet arrogant smile playing on his lips: "Kid, what's your number?"

"9438," Tang San answered instinctively.

Tang Chen grinned, revealing a smile more painful than a grimace, from his blood-stained lips: "9438, you're still young. My name is from your grandfather's generation..."

He suddenly coughed violently, and after a while, he continued, "But he is a being that strikes fear into the hearts of people all over the continent."

The faint howls of the fallen could be heard outside, and in the distance, the muffled sounds of buildings collapsing could be heard.

Tang San felt that the whole world was eerily quiet, and he could only hear his own heart pounding like a drum.

He took a deep breath, and blue silver grass appeared in his left hand and an ordinary iron hammer appeared in his right hand at the same time.

"My father is Tang Hao."

Tang San's voice trembled with suppressed emotion, "My hammer spirit mutated and I didn't inherit the Clear Sky Hammer. But I can still use the Nine Clear Sky Techniques, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, and more."

To prove it, he flicked his wrist, exerted force with his calves, and the small hammer in his palm suddenly spun faster, creating gusts of wind—this was the starting stance of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Although no soul power was injected, the flowing rhythm was unmistakable.

Upon seeing this, Tang Chen's pupils dilated slightly.

A picture flashed through my mind instantly.

Not long ago, he had caught a glimpse of this young man wielding a hammer in the stands of the Hell Slaughter Arena. At the time, he only felt that the moves looked familiar, and since he was parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, he didn't pay any attention to it.

Looking back now, that was clearly the most authentic Haotian Sect technique!

And... Tang Hao!

The person in front of me is actually Hao'er's son!
"child."

His hoarse voice suddenly softened, like a sharp blade sliding out of a rusty scabbard, "I am your great-grandfather."

The air freezes.

Tang San's knees suddenly buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Great-grandfather?

That level 99 peerless Douluo who was known as "invincible on the ground"?

"Great-grandfather, please, you must personally come out of seclusion to avenge my father and restore the prestige of the Haotian Sect!"

Tang San felt a surge of hope. With a level 99 Limit Douluo as his backer, what was there to worry about in achieving great things?
Tang Chen looked at him like this, seemingly having expected it, and asked softly, "Tell me, how is Hao'er doing, and how is the Haotian Sect doing now?"

When the sect was mentioned, Tang San's excitement was instantly replaced by heaviness.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "The Haotian Sect... is no longer the number one sect in the world it once was."

Tang San recounted how the Clear Sky Sect was suppressed by the Blue Lightning Sect but did not resist, and even took the initiative to send Tang Yuehua away for a marriage alliance to seek peace. He also recounted how Tang Hao led the resistance but was targeted by Yu Xiaolie, and how he was stripped of his limbs and became a disabled Soul King.

"The Haotian Sect is now a vassal of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. My father... he's currently under house arrest in the sect's back mountain. The elders all say he's a sinner of the sect..."

When he uttered the last two words, a whimper like that of a young animal escaped his throat.

Tang Chen's eyes drifted into the distance.

Yu Xiaolie's cold face appeared in his mind, along with that blood-red Asura Demon Sword.

“Yu Xiaolie…” he murmured the name.

He had just been rescued from the control of the Nine-Headed Bat King by this young man, only to learn that he was the culprit who persecuted his own descendants and trampled on the dignity of the Haotian Sect.

Complex emotions swirled in Tang Chen's eyes, finally settling into a long sigh, "Blue Lightning Sect... has actually produced such a once-in-a-century genius... what a pity for Hao'er..."

No wonder Haotian's descendants wanted to avoid his sharp edge.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Tang San's mutated hammer spirit, and he sighed almost imperceptibly: "It's a pity that your twin spirits aren't the Clear Sky Hammer..."

"Great-grandfather!" Tang San suddenly sprang to his feet, his hammer slamming against the wall, sparks flying. "Even without the Clear Sky Hammer, I will definitely become a powerful figure, revitalize the Clear Sky Sect, and avenge my father! That's why I came to the City of Slaughter. I want to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, I want to become stronger!"

Seeing the determination in his great-grandson's eyes, Tang Chen's cloudy eyes lit up.

This tenacity is just like my younger self.

Moreover, he made the same statement to Poseidon when he left Poseidon Island.

He immediately reached out his withered, branch-like hand and gently pressed it onto his trembling fist.

Tang Chen's palms were covered in calluses, yet the temperature was alarmingly high.

"Like, really like..."

He nodded, took something out of his pocket, and handed it to Tang San.

It was a small golden hammer, only the length of a finger joint, with fine patterns engraved all over its body. Although small, it exuded the same aura as the Haotian Hammer in Tang Chen's hand.

"This is..." Tang San took the small hammer, which felt slightly heavy in his hand.

"This is a token from the chief elder of the Haotian Sect," Tang Chen said, his voice carrying a sense of entrustment.

"I know my days are numbered. Take this back to the Haotian Sect for me and tell the elders that as long as the Haotian bloodline remains, the sect is not dead. Tell them... not to lose the backbone of the Haotian Sect."

As he spoke, Tang Chen suddenly coughed violently, a little black blood seeping from between his fingers. After a long while, he recovered and asked again, "Child, how many consecutive wins have you achieved in the Hell Slaughter Arena?"

"Great-grandfather, it's already the 73rd game."

Tang San replied with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Recently, the scheduling has been getting slower and slower. Sometimes we can't even get a single show in a month."

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen sneered and stood up by pushing himself up on his knees, the blood scabs on his black robe falling off in a flurry.

"Come with me."

Tang San vaguely understood something, but he didn't say anything, he just followed closely.

In the hellish killing field, there's no such thing as a hundred-game winning streak.

All of this is nothing more than shackles set up to prevent the fallen from escaping.

But today, Tang Chen wanted her great-grandson to be able to leave the house as soon as possible.

He decided to use his special privileges to give Tang San a special treatment!

(End of this chapter)