Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, a Counterattack Against the Dragon God

Chapter 29 Tang Chen regains consciousness, his body is repaired, and he becomes the God of Slaughter? (Please continue reading!)
The Asura God sat back on his throne, closed his eyes, and seemed to be sensing something.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of blood-red divine light disappeared.

"The lower realm... has begun."

……

Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.

The City of Slaughter, the Core of the Underground.

The moment the reward descended from the sky.

A golden divine thought, invisible to mortals, containing the supreme laws of judgment.

Like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness of eternity, it instantly pierced the chaotic mind of the King of Slaughter!
"what--!!!"

The King of Slaughter let out a roar of extreme pain.

The enormous body crashed down from the crimson throne, its crimson armor cracking inch by inch.

In his bloodshot eyes, countless chaotic images were frantically intertwined.

On one side, there was an endless sea of ​​blood, slaughter, and roars.

And the chilling, corrosive consciousness of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

On the other side, guided by that golden divine thought, a vast blue sea appeared.

A stunning woman in a flowing red dress, a resounding vow...

“Po...se...si…”

"I... am... Tang... Chen!"

Two completely different consciousnesses were engaged in a fierce battle in his mind!

The tyrannical consciousness belonging to the "King of Slaughter" was gradually defeated under the purification of the "Asura God's Divine Thought"!

Then, the second reward arrived!

A chaotic, blood-red ball of light, radiating an aura of endless slaughter, silently merged into his body, as if it possessed a life of its own.

"The God of Slaughter... the nascent form of a godhood..."

With the support of this power, Tang Chen's consciousness surged instantly!
"Rakshasa!"
You despicable scoundrel!

Get out of here!

After that roar that came from the depths of his soul.

The heart of the killing city fell into an unprecedented silence.

The divine thought of the Asura God.

It is not a life form with self-awareness.

It's more like a pre-programmed, supreme "resource package".

It has no emotions; its sole mission is to carry out the task 'given to it by the Asura God'—purification and restoration.

At this moment, the golden divine thought transformed into a torrent of pure energy, surging within Tang Chen's body.

It was like a sacred furnace, burning and purifying all the evil remnants left by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King and the sinister marks buried by the Rakshasa God over the decades, leaving not a trace.

Immediately afterwards, this sacred energy began to repair Tang Chen's body, which had long been riddled with holes from erosion.

The shriveled muscles regained their fullness, brimming with explosive power.

The withered skin regained its firmness and luster.

The long hair, which had turned gray due to the loss of vitality, was rejuvenated from the roots, regaining its jet-black vitality.

This body, which had been imprisoned for decades, is now visibly returning to its peak under the repair of divine power!
At the same time, the crimson light that represented the "prototype of the God of Slaughter's position" appeared.

It was like a seed with life, silently merging into the depths of Tang Chen's soul.

And it resonated strangely with his martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang Chen could clearly sense that as long as he was willing, and as long as he accumulated enough experience, he could succeed.

He can then use this "seed" as a foundation to forge a path of slaughter that is entirely his own, and eventually condense his divine status to become a true god.

However, Tang Chen had no time to think about the path to godhood at this moment. When the last trace of chaos was expelled from his mind and when he regained complete control of his body, Tang Chen slowly opened his eyes.

The world before my eyes is no longer that distorted, oppressive blood red.

Although it was still a dark underground space, everything became incredibly clear in Tang Chen's eyes.

Tang Chen could feel the flow of air, hear the sound of magma surging in the distance, and even "see" the fear and bewilderment of the fallen souls in every corner of the Killing City.

Tang Chen slowly raised his hands.

Those were broad, strong hands covered in calluses.

It was the blacksmith's hand, the Haotian Sect Master's hand, and Tang Chen's hand!

Instead of those cold and unfamiliar claws belonging to the "King of Slaughter".

"I'm back... I'm back..."

Tang Chen murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a sense of vicissitude that seemed to come from another world.

Immediately afterwards, the images and words from the Tianmu review flooded into his mind like a tide, replaying themselves with unparalleled clarity.

He saw the woman standing atop Poseidon Mountain, her red dress flowing, her beauty unparalleled.

He heard the vow that he had misunderstood for nearly a century.

The interpretation of the sky was like the sharpest hammer, striking his heart hard.

"...She meant that if you don't come back, she will stay in the same place forever, waiting for you to return, even if her beauty fades and her youth is gone..."

"If you don't return, I will never grow old..."

Tang Chen's body jolted violently, an indescribable regret and heartache churning wildly within his heart like the sharpest knife.

He always thought that Poseidon meant "I will not return until I become a god".

He was obsessed with this "promise" that he had imagined.

In order to be worthy of her, he ventured out alone, searching for the path to godhood.

Ultimately, they were trapped in this dark and desolate place, sinking into a state of neither human nor ghost for nearly a hundred years!
He thought of himself as a hero burdened with glory and oaths.

In the end, he was just a complete... utter fool!

The most pathetic fool in the world who missed out on his beloved for nearly a century because of his ridiculous pride and arrogance!
"puff--"

Under the extreme emotional impact, Tang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, not because of his injury, but because of the deep-seated regret.

"Poseidon...Poseidon!"

Tang Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes no longer displaying the domineering aura and majesty of a Limit Douluo, but only filled with endless longing and urgency.

Become a god?

God's throne?

All of this becomes worthless in the face of that red figure!
He doesn't want anything right now, and he doesn't care about anything.

He only wanted to go to Poseidon Island, he only wanted to see her!
immediately!

immediately!

Tang Chen suddenly stood up straight and took a step forward.

He did not take that "road to hell" leading to the outside world.

Because he is the sole ruler of this place!
As he took that step, the core of the entire Killing City roared violently!

The blood-red sky that had perpetually shrouded the city seemed to receive a king's command, automatically parting to reveal a massive passage leading directly to the earth's surface!

Tang Chen didn't even glance at the blood-red throne before his figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, soaring into the sky.

A century-long dream, only to awaken today.

He has let her down for far too long.

From this moment forward, every minute and every second of his life will exist solely for one person.

"Poseidon, wait for me!"

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