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

Chapter 188 Tang Chen meets Tang San, whose only descendant is a fallen soul master?
"Tang San is Tang Hao's son."

Upon hearing Tang Chen's words, Qian Daoliu immediately guessed who that person was.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen was surprised, and at the same time, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that the survivor of Haotian Sect was his direct bloodline.

Tang Chen is Tang Hao's grandfather, and Tang San's great-grandfather.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment.

Thinking of Tang Hao's feud with the Spirit Hall, but the debt is settled with the dead, Tang Hao is dead after all, and the Clear Sky Sect has been destroyed.
"can."

Qian Daoliu finally agreed.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen laughed heartily: "Qian Daoliu, thank you."

He stood up and stretched his limbs. Although his injuries had not yet healed, his momentum was gradually returning.

"Next, I need to go into seclusion for a while to clear the remaining toxins from my body." Tang Chen looked at Qian Daoliu, "What about you?"

Qian Daoliu collected the last wisp of soul and said calmly, "I should go back too."

Tang Chen nodded: "Take care."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him, and finally added, "If you need help, you can come to the Spirit Hall to find me."

Tang Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold back."

Qian Daoliu said no more. His six wings unfurled, transforming into a golden light that shot into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Tang Chen stared in the direction he had left for a long time before turning her gaze away.

"The Asura God Trial..." he murmured, a burning fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

"This time, I will never fail again!"

Tang Chen turned and strode towards the depths of the City of Slaughter.

Under the blood moon,
His back view was proud and resolute.

In the inner city of the City of Slaughter, Tang San witnessed the great battle between Qian Daoliu and the King of Slaughter, as well as the entire process of Tang Chen regaining his will.

"That man is the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the King of Slaughter is his great-grandfather?"

Tang San, whose aura was cold and sinister, had a strange glint in his eyes.

Although Tang San spent very little time at the Clear Sky Sect, he learned the name of his great-grandfather, the sect leader of the previous generation—Tang Chen!
Previously, Qian Daoliu had repeatedly shouted that the King of Slaughter was Tang Chen.

"My great-grandfather Tang Chen was a ninety-nine peerless Douluo. If the King of Slaughter is really my great-grandfather, then I have a powerful backer!"

Tang San's eyes were filled with excitement. Ever since he embarked on the path of a fallen soul master, he had felt very insecure.

after all.

In this era, corrupt soul masters are still universally condemned and punished.

The Spirit Hall, in particular, has zero tolerance for fallen soul masters, and Tang San was also afraid that he would be wanted by a group of forces after leaving the City of Slaughter.

……

at the same time.

Qian Daoliu has already flown out of the City of Slaughter.

He glanced down at the sphere of dead souls he had condensed in his hand, his expression complex.

"Tang Chen, I hope that when we meet again, you will be well and have not perished because of the Divine Exam."

Otherwise, the only opponent he truly respected in this world would disappear.

One of my old friends is gone.

……

After Tang Chen regained his senses, the order of the Killing City did not collapse; on the contrary, it became even more stringent because of his return.

He stood on the high platform of the Dark Castle, overlooking this city of sin.

"Someone is coming."

A deep voice echoed in the hall. Soon, a killer knelt on one knee and respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Go to the inner city, find a man named Tang San, and bring him to see me."

"Yes!"

The messenger accepted the order and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the blood mist.

……

Tang San was cultivating in a dark corner of the inner city, his Blue Silver Grass, which had turned black and red, absorbing the cold energy unique to the City of Slaughter.

Suddenly, he frowned as he sensed a powerful aura approaching.

"Who?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his hidden weapon already poised to strike.

"Tang San, the King wants to see you."

The envoy stood not far away, his voice icy. Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, his heart filled with both surprise and joy. He nodded and said, "Please lead the way, envoy."

……

Inside the Dark Castle, Tang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his back to Tang San.

"You're Tang San?"

A deep voice rang out, carrying an invisible pressure.

Tang San's heart tightened, and he respectfully replied, "Yes."

"Tang Hao's son?"

"Yes."

Tang Chen slowly turned around, his deep eyes staring directly at Tang San.

"Do you know who I am?"

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the joy in his heart, and respectfully bowed: "Great-grandfather."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, but it quickly turned cold again.

How did you end up like this?

Tang San was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "My father was killed, my meridians were destroyed, and I had nowhere else to turn but to come to the City of Slaughter to seek power."

Tang Chen stared at him for a long time before finally saying, "Do you know what it means to be a Fallen Soul Master?"

Tang San looked up, his gaze resolute: "As long as I can get revenge, I don't care."

Tang Chen snorted coldly: "Foolish!"

"Although Fallen Soul Masters can rapidly increase their strength, the price is the corruption of their souls. If you completely succumb, you will only become a puppet of slaughter!"

Tang San gritted his teeth: "But I had no choice!"

Tang Chen stared at him, then suddenly raised his hand, and a surge of Asura divine power enveloped Tang San.

"Om-"

Tang San felt a tremor run through his body, and the evil energy within him was forcibly suppressed, even weakening his bloodthirsty impulse.

"This……"

"I have temporarily suppressed the evil energy within you," Tang Chen said coldly. "But if you continue to indulge in killing, one day it will completely devour you."

Tang San remained silent.

Tang Chen continued, "I can give you power, but you must promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"Kill only the wicked, not the innocent."

Tang San was taken aback, then smiled bitterly and said, "Great-grandfather, in this world, who is innocent?"

Tang Chen's gaze sharpened: "You already know the answer in your heart; there's no need to deceive yourself."

Tang San remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Alright, I promise you, from now on I will only kill evil people and not innocent people."

Tang Chen was satisfied and waved his hand, saying, "Go, continue to hone your skills in the City of Slaughter. Your great-grandfather will not stop you from devouring the lives of others, but remember—stay true to yourself."

"Yes!"

Tang San bowed deeply, then turned and left.

After he left, Tang Chen gazed into the distance and murmured to himself, "The bloodline of the Haotian Sect must not be severed..."

Although the cultivation methods of Fallen Soul Masters are universally resented, Tang Chen is not pedantic.

As long as Tang San kills evil people and doesn't wantonly slaughter innocent people to become stronger, he is still his great-grandson and the only remaining bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect!
……

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Qian Daoliu stepped into the main hall, where Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne.

"I've brought back the undead."

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, and a pitch-black soul bead floated out, containing countless wailing souls—the souls of the fallen from the City of Slaughter.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes: "Very good, thank you for your help, Great Offering."

She took the Soul Pearl, tapped it lightly with her fingertips, and wisps of death energy seeped from the Soul Pearl and merged into her body.

"Next, I will set up the Death Spiral Array to continuously transform the spirits of the 100,000 Star Luo soldiers, as well as the spirits of these fallen ones, into death energy."

Qian Daoliu asked, "How long will it take?"

"Three days."

Bibi Dong said calmly, "The Nine Trials of Rakshasa will begin in three days."

(End of this chapter)