Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

"Little Sanzi, this Slaughter City is quite simple; it's just a battle arena where evil soul masters gather."

"If you win a hundred consecutive times, you can obtain a God of Slaughter Domain."

"It's Dad's."

Tang San was somewhat taken aback.

Tang Hao's Killing God Domain was actually "wholesale"?

"Winning a hundred times in a row, that's difficult, isn't it?" Tang San said uncertainly, "How about I try again when my level is higher?"

"Snapped!"

Tang Lan slapped Tang San to the ground.

"When have I ever tricked you?" Tang Lan said shamelessly, "This Killing City has a special rule: soul skills cannot be used, but other methods are not restricted."

As soon as these words came out.

Tang San's eyes lit up instantly!

Good guy!

You can't use soul skills, you can only use martial soul and soul power?

His advantage is huge!

Self-created soul skills, hidden weapons, firearms, and twin martial souls!

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Tang Lan was also there to look after them!

What's there to be afraid of?

"Brother!" Tang San said confidently, "Tell me what I need to do."

Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction—the deception was successful.

"When you enter the tavern, order a glass of Yellow Spring Dew, or perhaps Bloody Mary."

"This means you're going to the Killing City."

“The people inside are all here for this; you need to kill them all.”

"I used my mental power to check. They're a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, and they all smell bloody. None of them are good."

"You can still use your soul skills at this point, so feel free to kill."

"Next is the challenge against the Death Knight. We are now in the territory of the Killing City, and our soul skills cannot be used."

"After you defeat it, just wait for me inside."

Tang San suddenly realized.

No wonder Tang Lan didn't go in with him; there was another reason behind it.

Now that Tang Lan has completed her investigation.

Tang San, in a carefree manner, walked into the tavern.

After his figure disappeared.

Tang Lan tapped her forehead.

"Isn't the City of Slaughter the territory of other gods? Is it alright to just take you in like this?"

The mark of the sea god flickered and transmitted a message.

The City of Slaughter is the place of inheritance left by the God of Asura. Tang Lan, as the inheritor of the Sea God, should not have entered it.

However, considering that Tang Lan's trip was to find his great-grandfather and also to find Poseidon's former lover.

Therefore, the suggestion from the Sea God's consciousness was to use that ability to isolate information to temporarily seal the Sea God's mark.

Well.

He talks a lot of nonsense.

Tang Lan unleashed a Soul Sealing Technique and grinned.

Finally, we found an opportunity to put this guy in solitary confinement.

Should we go to the City of Slaughter first, or to the place where Thor inherited his legacy?

I'm thinking about it.

A powerful figure appeared in my senses; he was at least a five-ring Soul King.

Tang Lan frowned.

The Soul Masters who appear here are naturally heading towards the City of Slaughter.

Forget it.

Let's go to the City of Slaughter first, otherwise some ruthless character might appear along the way and kill Tang San.

Tang Lan casually conjured an ice sword and flicked it with his mental energy.

The five-ring Soul King didn't even see Tang Lan before the ice sword pierced his eye, killing him instantly.

He died peacefully.

Tang Lan had no intention of going there.

—This guy doesn't even have a storage soul tool, he's a penniless wretch.

It's not worth looting the corpse.

Using the Blue Silver Life Domain, a giant Blue Silver Grass was created.

Tang Lan lay down on it and took out the Barrett.

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I started a thrilling "sniper" mini-game.

No need to aim.

With a burst of mental power, one can see through objects and lock onto their heads, resulting in headshots with every shot.

A few hours later.

Tang Lan jumped off the Blue Silver Grass and headed towards the tavern.

The room was empty, the air reeked of blood, and there were still traces of blood on the floor.

Tang Lan casually found a spot and tossed over a gold soul coin.

"A cup of dew from the Yellow Springs."

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The bartender carefully brought over a glass of Yellow Spring Dew. The liquid was dark red and very thick, emitting a strong smell of blood.

It was even still warm.

Tang Lan knew without a doubt that this cup was made from the juice squeezed out by the defeated man.

I intended to pretend to drink it and then throw it into Blue King's.

His right eye suddenly twitched.

The external soul bone, the Evil Eye, was quite "tempted" by the Yellow Spring Dew.

Oh?

Tang Lan picked up her wine glass and brought it close to her right eye.

With a single breath, Xie Yan finished the cup of Yellow Spring Dew.

The time limit was increased by one year.

This surprised Tang Lan.

Then he reacted.

—The Evil Eye can absorb energy such as death energy to evolve itself.

I rely on!

Then all those people he just sniped from a distance were wasted?

Tang Lan put down her glass and looked at the bartender.

"Give me as much of this Yellow Spring Dew as you can."

The bartender swallowed hard.

Clearly, they were frightened by Tang Lan's ability to "drink with their eyes".

Then I thought about how this guy had just ambushed and killed a large number of Soul Masters outside.

His legs started to tremble.

"This...this gentleman!" the bartender said with a mournful face, "...it's a rule from above that each person is limited to one drink."

Tang Lan frowned.

The bartender shuddered in fright, thinking that this gentleman was going to chop him up like the previous one.

"Squeak-"

A withered-looking man pushed open the door and entered the tavern.

The bartender's eyes lit up!

He quickly replied, "One drink per person, but whether the guests drink it or not is not our concern!"

understood.

You can steal it.

Tang Lan threw the wine glass in her hand, and under the influence of her mental energy, it transformed into a stream of light that shot towards the newcomer.

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound.