Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 325 Tang San Takes Hu Liena, Yu Xiaogang's New Life

The stench of blood in the hellish killing field was stronger than ever before.

Tang San stood in the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, the frenzied shouts of the Fallen Ones echoing in his ears.

He stared at the once robust and imposing figure before him, now gaunt from debauchery, and his throat tightened.

Tang Chen coughed twice, walked up to Tang San, and gently placed his hand with its distinct knuckles on Tang San's shoulder.

“Child, I can see it… With your current killing intent, you are capable of unleashing the God of Slaughter Domain. Once you traverse the Road to Hell, you will fully awaken it. The so-called hundred-game winning streak is merely a limitation…”

"Now, let me use a little of my privilege to open the gates of hell for you."

Tang Chen's voice grew softer and softer, as if it came from a great distance, "This is all I can do to help you."

He knew his body couldn't hold out much longer, and he couldn't bear to see Tang San trapped in this decadent city, wasting his cultivation time.

Upon hearing this, Tang San unconsciously clenched his fists.

He recalled every life-or-death battle in the Killing City over the past year, the lives he had personally ended, and the blood that soaked his clothes.

He nodded, and the Purple Demon Eye glowed with a faint purple light in the darkness.

That's just how society is; it's a dog-eat-dog world, except that in a land of slaughter, the superfluous moral shackles have been removed.

Now that I have benefited from my great-grandfather's help, what's wrong with that?

His gaze unconsciously swept across the crowd in the stands, finally landing on a pink figure—Hu Liena was sitting in the corner, her brows furrowed as she watched the commotion in the arena, clearly aware that something was amiss.

"Great-grandfather, I want to take her with me."

Tang San suddenly spoke up, timely interrupting Tang Chen, who was preparing to take off and perform a spell.

Tang Chen followed his gaze, paused for a moment when he saw Hu Liena, and then revealed a meaningful smile:
"Young man, you do understand the ways of love and affection. Well, it's good to have more people on the road to hell, perhaps there will be more support."

Immediately, Tang San strode towards Hu Liena, his boots making an unpleasant sound as they stepped on the sticky bloodstains.

The fallen ones around him automatically made way for him, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Tang San.

It's worth noting that this young man has already earned the title of "Thousand-Handed Asura" in just one year.

"follow me."

Tang San stood in front of Hu Liena and spoke concisely.

Hu Liena raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eerie eyes.

Her lips were chapped and peeling, and her cheeks bore unhealed wounds.

"What for?" Tang San's sudden invitation filled him with wariness.

Upon hearing this, Tang San offered no explanation, but simply turned and left.

After walking a few steps, he said without turning his head, "Then you can slowly gather a hundred performances yourself."

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena's fingers tightened sharply.

She has also accumulated more than seventy victories in the killing arena, but the intervals between victories are getting longer and longer, and it is unknown when she will be able to achieve a hundred consecutive victories.

As Tang San walked further and further away, she suddenly remembered the Bloody Mary she had been forced to drink over the past year... This stuff could temporarily suppress her restless and agitated heart, but it was as addictive as poison.

The thought of spending so long in this blood-soaked capital, witnessing all sorts of crimes, makes my stomach churn with nausea.

She also recalled the expectant look in her teacher Bibi Dong's eyes before she left.

"and many more!"

Hu Liena suddenly stood up.

Tang San paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

Hu Liena bit her lip and quickly followed.

She could feel the greedy gazes of the fallen ones around her, those eyes seemingly glued to her back.

Tang Chen looked at the two people walking side by side and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

The next second, his figure suddenly rose into the air, his tattered black robe fluttering in the air currents.

Finally, it hovered in the air above the center of the Hellish Killing Fields, slowly raising its hands with its palms facing the stands below.

In an instant, an invisible pressure spread like a tide—it was not soul power, but the primordial will that originated from the King of Slaughter and controlled this land of evil.

"Ho... ho ho..."

The fallen in the stands suddenly let out a meaningless roar, their eyes instantly becoming empty and fanatical.

Like puppets controlled by invisible strings, they grabbed whatever weapons were at hand and stabbed themselves without hesitation.

"Pfft-"

The sound of blood splattering came one after another.

Some people slit their own throats with knives, and scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain; some people clutched their heads and slammed them against the stone stands; and some people tore at their own throats, but had a strange smile on their faces.

The blood of the fallen did not flow randomly, but rather slowly gathered along the grooves of the stands, as if drawn by an invisible force, flowing towards the center of the arena, where it then outlined a huge pattern. The ground began to tremble violently, and the entrance to Hell's Path was thus opened.

"Go." Tang Chen's voice was deep and hoarse, yet tinged with a hint of relief.

Tang San took a deep breath, the smell of blood filling his nostrils.

He glanced at Hu Liena; the girl's eyelashes trembled, yet she stubbornly held her chin high.

"Walk."

Tang San uttered only one word before leaping into the whirlpool.

Hu Liena closed her eyes and followed closely behind.

The feeling of weightlessness came instantly, and all I could hear was the whistling wind and faint screams.

She felt herself falling, falling, as if there would never be an end...

……

Inside the Dean's office of the Limestone College.

Yu Xiaogang was nervously rubbing his hands together.

His robe was faded from washing, and there were obvious patches on the cuffs.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on his face.

Yu Xiaogang's voice carried a hint of pleading: "Dean, if it weren't for me leading Grayrock Academy to participate in the Elite Competition... how would Grayrock Academy have had a chance to reach the finals?"

Dean Shi, behind his desk, sighed, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples.

Before him stood the once spirited theoretical master, who now looked as destitute as a vagrant.

Yu Xiaogang's cheekbones are high and protruding, and his eye sockets are deep. Where is the former glory he had in the Spirit Hall?

Dean Shi carefully considered his words, and after a long while said, "Master... it's not that I'm unwilling to take you in, it's just..."

Yu Xiaogang interrupted him urgently: "I know what you're worried about! But the Blue Lightning Sect didn't target Gray Rock Academy because of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, did it?"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Yu Xiaogang has been wandering around for the past year or two, and his life has been extremely difficult.

Because he considered himself to have worked at an advanced soul master academy, he refused to seek employment at a junior academy.

This directly resulted in him being unable to find a job—no advanced soul master academy would be willing to hire him.

After much deliberation, he returned to Grayrock Academy, the place where he had led his team, and he believed the dean still had some affection for him.

Dean Shi looked at Yu Xiaogang's trembling shoulders and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

Moreover, he remembered that under Yu Xiaogang's tutelage, the Shrek Seven Devils were indeed all young and quite strong.

"Alright, but you have to promise to teach the basic courses well and not offend anyone again..." Dean Shi finally relented.

Yu Xiaogang looked up abruptly, overjoyed.

"No problem! No problem!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled a simply bound book from his pocket.

The gold lettering on the cover, titled "The Ten Core Theories of Martial Soul - Revised Edition," has faded somewhat.

Yu Xiaogang carefully placed the book on the table, as if holding a precious treasure. "Thank you, Dean. This is my latest revised and compiled theoretical knowledge. Please include it in the college library for students to study."

Dean Shi opened the book, which was full of theories about martial soul mutation and soul ring matching, but most of them lacked supporting examples and seemed vague.

He knew perfectly well that no one in the Soul Master world valued this so-called "core theory," but since they had agreed to take him in, there was no need to fuss over such a small matter.

Moreover, this book doesn't record incorrect knowledge, but only basic knowledge; if it were left in a corner, probably no one would read it.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang's enthusiastic eyes, Dean Shi couldn't help but nod.

He greatly admired Yu Xiaogang for this.

No matter how difficult the situation, he never gave up his theoretical research.

"Okay, but you must remember, you promised me you wouldn't cause any more trouble."

Yu Xiaogang nodded repeatedly, his eyes slightly red.

As he turned to leave, his steps were as light as a child's.

The sunlight in the corridor suddenly became bright, and even the chalk dust floating in the air seemed lovely.

Having a place to live means having the opportunity to start over.

As for what the future holds... Yu Xiaogang refused to think that far ahead.

(End of this chapter)