Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 146 Hell's Killing Field, Fallen Soul Master Tang San!
Tang San quickly stayed in the City of Slaughter for half a month.

In the past two weeks, he used hidden weapons and poison to ambush forty-seven soul masters, devouring their flesh and blood with the Eight Spider Lances, and forcibly piling his soul power back to level forty.

This is what a Fallen Soul Master is like: as long as you're ruthless enough, your soul power can increase rapidly.

Of course, there's also the reason that Tang San was originally a Soul Master, and now he's just starting over, so his cultivation speed is much faster than normal.

As for the shattered meridians, they have been largely restored thanks to the influence of a large amount of life essence.

"It's a pity that I can't hunt for soul rings in the City of Slaughter, otherwise I could have broken through to the Soul King level much faster..."

Tang San touched the bone spear protruding from his back, his eyes filled with malice.

The eight spider spears continuously devoured life, causing a bizarre change. They turned completely purplish-red, becoming even more dangerous and sharper.

Subsequently,

Tang San retrieved the Eight Spider Lances and released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

The once gentle Blue Silver Grass has now transformed into an evil martial soul capable of devouring life, its entire body a dark red color, exuding an eeriness and an ominous aura!
Tang San's current situation is basically the same as Tang Ya's ten thousand years later; he has completely become a fallen soul master.

suddenly,

Heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

A burly man, over two meters tall and carrying a giant axe, sneered as he approached: "New little rat? Hand over your Bloody Mary, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

Tang San lowered his head, but a smile curved his lips: "Okay...you take it."

"court death!"

The burly man roared and charged forward, his giant axe aimed at Tang San's head!

"puff--!"

Eight bone spears suddenly pierced out, instantly penetrating the strong man's limbs and chest!
Tang San raised his head, his Purple Demon Eyes gleaming with demonic light, his voice soft as a devil's whisper: "Thank you for... the nourishment."

"You actually have a soul bone?!" The burly man's pupils shrank.

He saw that Tang San's martial soul was a small black and red grass and thought he was an easy target, but he didn't expect him to be a tough nut to crack!

Tang San is cautious and prudent. When he launches a sneak attack, he leaves no survivors, and he would never kill anyone in public.

Therefore, he has remained undiscovered to this day, secretly devouring the lives of others.

Followed by.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances greedily devoured the burly man's flesh and blood essence, and the man's body withered away at a visible speed.

His eyes widened in horror.

It made a "hoarse" sound in its throat, but couldn't even let out a scream.

"The forty-eighth..."

Tang San felt the surging soul power within his body, and the warm energy flowing through his meridians.

He retrieved the Eight Spider Spears, and the burly man's corpse lay limp on the ground like a rag doll, leaving only a withered skin.

"It's not enough, I need more..."

Tang San licked his lips, his eyes flashing with a morbid longing.

He looked down at his hands.

Her once fair skin now had an eerie dark red hue, a side effect of absorbing too much life force in a short period of time.

But Tang San didn't care. As long as he could become stronger, he didn't care what his body looked like.

"My strength is sufficient; it's time to head to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

Tang San straightened his clothes, dragged the burly man's corpse to a corner and hid it, then stepped into the depths of the inner circle.

……

Hell Killing Field
Located in the heart of the Killing City, it is a huge circular building, entirely black, exuding a strong smell of blood.

At the entrance to the killing field stood two enforcers dressed in black robes, their cold eyes scrutinizing everyone who entered.

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressed his nervousness, and stepped inside.

"I'm signing up for the next match," he said in a hoarse voice.

The enforcer glanced at him and tossed him a black token: "Life or death is irrelevant. The winner continues, the loser dies."

Tang San took the token, clenched his fist, and walked into the dimly lit passage. At the end of the passage was a heavy iron door.

Pushing open the iron gate, a blinding flash of fire and deafening cheers rushed towards us.

"kill!!"

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

"Hehehe, I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Haha, the taste of blood is absolutely intoxicating!"

In the center of the Hell Killing Arena was a huge circular arena, surrounded by tiered stands filled with frenzied spectators.

They waved their fists, roared, and craved blood and slaughter.

Tang San's opponents were nine Soul Masters, both men and women, whose eyes were filled with madness and killing intent.

They sized each other up, searching for the weakest target.

"start!"

The referee's cold voice rang out.

In an instant, the nine Soul Masters launched their attack simultaneously. A burly man charged straight at Tang San, his giant hammer aimed at his head.

Tang San's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed strangely as the Eight Spider Lances suddenly pierced out from behind, directly penetrating the burly man's chest.

The burly man's eyes widened in disbelief that he had been instantly defeated by a seemingly weak teenager.

Seeing this, the other Soul Masters all showed fear, but the Killing Faction had no room to back down, and they roared as they charged toward Tang San.

"Let's go together!"

Tang San sneered and waved his hands.

Countless black and red Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the ankles of the two Soul Masters.

The mutated black, red, blue, and silver grass is covered with sharp thorns that instantly pierce their skin and begin to devour their life force.

"What the hell is this?!" a female Soul Master screamed in terror.

Tang San did not answer. He stepped on the Ghost Shadow Cloth, and his Eight Spider Lances were like the scythe of death, reaping one life after another.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, and every move he made was precise and deadly.

The audience in the stands erupted in cheers. They had never seen such a bizarre martial spirit, let alone such ruthless methods.

"Well done, kill them all!" someone shouted frantically.

But soon, their voices stopped abruptly.

On the arena, only Tang San remained standing, surrounded by nine withered corpses.

They realized that Tang San could devour the lives of others, which was extremely rare even in the City of Slaughter!

"The feeling of becoming stronger is wonderful!"

Tang San took a deep breath, feeling the surging soul power within his body, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

As for revealing his ability to devour life, he no longer cared!
Previously, he was too weak to expose this ability that easily attracted hatred, but now he has the power to deal with danger.

"First match, victory."

The referee's voice remained cold, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Tang San didn't linger; he turned and walked off the stage.

He knew this was just the beginning. He was going to achieve a hundred consecutive victories here, obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, and then—take revenge!
Stepping out of the hellish killing field,

Tang San looked up at the dim sky, his eyes burning with a mad flame.

"Sikong Zhen, when I return, it will be your death day!"

……

far north
Sikong Zhen stood on the back of the enormous Thunder Eagle, with the shrunken Ice Fiend Bear beside him, flying south.

Suddenly, Sikong Zhen's Thunderous Eye sensed a fierce aura that was chilling to the bone.

That aura was far superior to the Ice Fiend Bear, and even much stronger than Xiao Ming at his peak!
(End of this chapter)