Douluo Continent: Starting with the Fire-Breathing Dragon Martial Soul!

Chapter 278 I am the King of Slaughter!

After a moment of silence, the King of Slaughter roared, "Tang Hao, don't be so arrogant. This is the City of Slaughter."

"I am the King of Slaughter!"

His voice was filled with suppressed anger, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on Tang Hao, the murderous aura emanating from him almost tangible.

Tang Hao was completely unconcerned and went straight to the point, stating his purpose.

"My son is here."

"His name is Tang San. He will achieve a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena and then pass through the Hell Road."

"In this process, you————"

He raised his hammer and pointed it at the King of Slaughter on the throne. "You'd better not try anything underhanded."

"If I find out—"

Tang Hao paused, and the crimson 100,000-year soul ring on his body shone brightly. "I don't mind causing a ruckus here."

Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter took a deep breath and inwardly cursed Tang Hao.

A madman, this complete and utter madman!

Relying on his status as the God of Slaughter and the fact that he can use his Soul Skills within the City of Slaughter with the God of Slaughter Domain, he acts with such impunity!

Compared to Tang Hao, even the killing god from the Spirit Hall was extremely polite.

At least when Bibi Dong brought someone in last time, she didn't immediately reveal her martial spirit and threaten him with such a blatant attitude.

Silence spread through the room.

A moment later, the King of Slaughter seemed to remember something amusing, and a smile flashed across his face.

"rest assured."

The King of Slaughter said slowly, "Everything will be done according to the rules of the City of Slaughter."

"However, if this precious child, whom you, Haotian Douluo, have so carefully nurtured and raised," were still killed by someone else under these rules—"

The King of Slaughter drawled, "Then you can't blame me."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao couldn't help but let out a short sneer and retorted sarcastically, "Then you'd better keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully! My son will definitely become another killing god after me."

After more than two years of almost brutal special training, Tang Hao was extremely confident in his son Tang San's strength.

He believed that with Tang San's current mastery of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, as well as those self-created soul skills that even he found exquisite and unique, it would be enough to support Tang San in achieving a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Moreover, Tang San also possesses several soul bones.

The physical attribute bonuses provided by Soul Bones are real, and Soul Bone skills are not restricted in the City of Slaughter.

Tang Hao believed that even if Tang San encountered a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, he would be able to fight them in this environment where Soul Ring skills could not be used.

The King of Slaughter's eyes were playful. "That would be even better."

But in his heart he had a different thought.

He's now increasingly looking forward to the encounter between Blood Asura and Tang Hao's son.

I wonder how many moves Tang Hao's confident son can withstand from Blood Asura!

If these two people were to actually meet in the hellish killing field—that scene would certainly be quite interesting.

Having received the answer he wanted, Tang Hao said no more and strode away.

However, Tang Hao still noticed the playful look on the King of Slaughter's face.

As Tang Hao stepped out of the hellish killing field, a sense of doubt arose in his mind.

The King of Slaughter was initially clearly very unwilling, and only reluctantly agreed after being forcibly subdued by force.

But why did he suddenly change his attitude later, even revealing a hint of expectation?

Could it be true, as he said? Are there any corrupt individuals in the City of Slaughter who could threaten the mistress?

If that's the case, then I might need to be extra careful.

With this in mind, Tang Hao changed his mind about leaving immediately and decided to stay in the City of Slaughter for a while to observe the situation.

Although deep down he didn't believe anyone could threaten Tang San.

But out of caution, he decided it would be better to observe for a while.

In any case, given his status and strength as a god of slaughter, he is free to come and go in this city of slaughter as long as he does not provoke the king of slaughter.

News is still easy to find in the Killing City.

Not long after, Tang Hao learned some basic information about the Fallen One that the King of Slaughter had mentioned as a threat to Tang San in a tavern in the inner city.

The tavern was dimly lit and the air was stuffy.

Several degenerates were sitting around a dilapidated wooden table, talking in hushed tones.

"I heard that Blood Asura won another game, and now has ninety-five wins."

"So fast? He's only been in the Killing City for a little over two years, right?"

"He's a monster—I saw him compete in person last time, and the scene was incredible—"

The speaker shuddered, as if recalling some horrific scene.

"His opponent didn't even have time to react before his head flew off."

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"Blood Blade—that Blood Blade was too fast."

Tang Hao sat in the shadows in the corner, listening silently to the conversation.

Codename: Blood Asura.

The martial spirit is unknown.

The soul power level is approximately that of a high-level Soul Emperor.

He was extremely powerful; no one had ever been able to withstand more than two moves from him. All his opponents had their heads severed by his Blood Blade.

Several Soul Douluos have already fallen at the hands of Blood Asura.

The clearer the information became, the uglier Tang Hao's expression grew.

Based on the information we have, this Blood Asura is extremely powerful.

I doubt I could have easily defeated him even when I first entered the City of Slaughter.

Tang Hao is quite confident in his abilities.

In an environment like the City of Slaughter where soul skills cannot be used, his strength as a Clear Sky Hammer soul master will only be greater than usual!

In such an environment, he is confident of defeating the vast majority of his opponents.

But this Blood Asura—

Tang Hao frowned.

Judging from the description, Blood Asura's fighting style is extremely simple and efficient.

The blood-red blade materializes, a single strike is fatal.

There were no unnecessary movements, no fancy moves.

This fighting style is either an instinct honed through countless life-and-death battles, or it comes from possessing some kind of special martial spirit ability.

Either way, it means that this Blood Asura is extremely difficult to deal with.

Tang Hao sighed inwardly.

broken.

If the mistress really goes up against him, she might actually lose!

In just two years, this Blood Asura was able to achieve ninety-five victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena and kill several Soul Douluos. His combat ability far surpasses that of Tang San.

Tang Hao clenched his fist.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

The mistress must achieve a hundred victories, must traverse the Hell Road, and must obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

This is a crucial part of the plan.

If we fail here, everything that follows will be affected —

To reclaim our ancestral roots, revive the Haotian Sect, and avenge our grievances—

All of these require the mistress to have sufficient power and resources.

The Killing God Domain is one of the mistress's most important trump cards for the future, and she absolutely cannot afford to lose it.

"You can't put all your hopes on the mistress herself."

Tang Hao put down his wine glass with a soft thud. "We still need to think of another way—"

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