Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

Chapter 139 The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's Self-Redemption

Entrance to the City of Slaughter.

Despite his severe injuries, Tang Hao burst through the entrance and rushed in. Seeing Yang Yun standing there, Tang Hao felt a sudden sense of relief.

He vomited a mouthful of blood.

The pent-up frustration in my heart was briefly relieved.

But Tang Hao knew very well that this was undoubtedly like drinking poison to quench thirst; if he kept vomiting, he might just die right there.

Having found a place that was considered safe, Tang Hao no longer had time to use his soul power to repair his shattered martial soul; with the little soul power he had left, he began to forcibly transfer the stagnant blood and pent-up energy in his body to his right leg.

"My injuries have been aggravated. If I don't gather all these hidden wounds into this one spot, I'm afraid I'm going to die. Sooner or later, my body will be devoured by the erupting injuries."

Just as Tang Hao was about to detonate the flesh and blood on his right foot to peel off the soul bone.

A blood-red, magma-like substance suddenly emerged from the ground and rapidly surged into Tang Hao's seven orifices.

The realm of gods at this time.

The figure clad in blood-red armor looked at the scene of Tang Hao and his son that appeared in the City of Slaughter before him and said with a cold smile, "The Angel God and the Sea God both have divine messengers in the Douluo Plane. It is perfectly reasonable for me, the God of Asura, to refine an Asura High Priest at this time."

"Who has an opinion? And who dares to have an opinion?"

"However, the flames on that little bat raised by the Rakshasa God are very troublesome. They were able to completely wear down the divine power I used to penetrate down to the mortal realm through the inheritance ground. Hmph, I'll let you run wild for a few days. Once my successor grows up, you will pay the price you deserve."

As time passed, Tang Hao's aura gradually recovered, and he continued to climb higher.

dark place.

The King of Slaughter, or more precisely, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, is observing all of this; as the king of the Slaughter City, nothing that happens can escape his notice.

Yang Poxue emerged from the killing arena, the crimson glint in his eyes quickly disappearing; a red flame burned fiercely deep within his pupils.

"It seems I should leave; this place offers me no further improvement." Yang Poxue only has one more battle left to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, after which he will leave the City of Slaughter and return to his sect.

Yang Poxue now deeply understands what it means to be eager to return home, whether the Potian Sect and the Law Enforcement Hall are still the same as before.

A flash of crimson light appeared.

The King of Slaughter brought Yang Poxue to his palace. After so many days, the Asura God Power had realized that he could not go any deeper into this place.

Let's just trap the King of Slaughter here. If he goes too far away, the power of the Asura God will instantly engulf him; extinguish the sub-fire that Yang Yun left in his body.

If it stays here, it will face the power of the Divine Realm; if it goes out, it will face the God of Asura himself.

"Why did you suddenly call me here? Is there some trouble?" Yang Poxue looked at the King of Slaughter with scrutinizing eyes. Apart from when he shielded her from Tang Hao, the King of Slaughter had never contacted her in recent days.

The fact that they're suddenly contacting me now means they must want something from me.

The King of Slaughter gave a bitter smile, sighed, and then said in a deep voice, "Tang Hao, that God of Slaughter, has returned, and he is currently receiving the reverse infusion of Asura God Power. I have a bad feeling."

"I'll arrange for ten Soul Douluos to start one hundred battles for you right away. Those guys are all assassins under my control; they won't put up any resistance against you. After that, I'll go with you into the final Hell Road passage. With me here, you'll definitely be able to pass the test and obtain the God of Slaughter Domain."

Yang Poxue looked puzzled and asked, "Leave with me? Why? Aren't you the King of Slaughter? Can't you leave the City of Slaughter?"

Tang Chen could tell from Yang Poxue's increasingly composed expression that if things weren't made clear, he probably wouldn't be able to leave this place of trouble.

"I am the Blood Nine-Headed Bat King, a 100,000-year-old soul beast. The Sect Master of the Breaking Heaven Sect recognized my true form back then and helped me regain control of this puppet, all so that I could help you pass through the Hell Road of the Slaughter City."

"Now the Asura God's Asura power has once again filled the City of Slaughter, and I, the King of Slaughter, am almost a dead man. If I don't leave now, I might become the soul ring and soul bone of Tang Hao's son, which would be aiding your Breaking Heaven Sect. Can you tolerate that?"

"If you can tolerate this, I feel sorry for Sect Leader Yang; I have lived long enough that I know of a secret technique that can change the form of sacrifice at the moment of offering, making it your second martial soul."

"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I have the flame left by Sect Master Yang in my body. When I open the Hell Road, I will destroy my meridians and block the flow of soul power before leaving this puppet's body. Find the right opportunity to explode all six soul bones on his body, and don't leave a single hair for that Tang Hao and his bastard son."

Yang Poxue felt her teeth ache after hearing this.

This guy truly lives up to his reputation as a 100,000-year-old bat spirit beast; when he gets really ruthless, he leaves himself no way out.

They showed absolutely no mercy to the puppet bodies they had controlled for so long.

However, it must be said that the conditions implied in the soul beast's words were very tempting, and it offered six complete soul bones in one go.

According to the sect leader, this King of Slaughter is Tang Chen, the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect; his cultivation has reached the Limit Douluo realm of level ninety-nine, making him terrifyingly strong.

How strong would the soul bones of a soul master with this level of cultivation be?

Yang Poxue simply couldn't imagine how strong he would be.

Yang Poxue was aware of the presence of the Sub-Flame on the King of Slaughter's body, and could clearly sense the presence of a portion of the Fallen Heart Flame's flames.

Although this guy is strong, he can't cause any trouble in front of the sect leader's methods.

It can be said that he basically got a twin martial soul for free, and also obtained six soul bones of guaranteed quality; and a 100,000-year soul bone.

Yang Poxue felt her throat was a little dry.

After calming herself down, she said calmly, "According to what you said, Tang Hao is already in the Slaughter City; then let's open the Slaughter Field as soon as possible, this place is not safe to stay for long."

"No one knows what kind of tricks a place where a god inherits might have up its sleeve; to ensure the mission is completed, I need to enter the Hell Road as soon as possible."

A flash of red light appeared in the King of Slaughter's eyes.

After clapping their hands, the nine guards removed their armor and entered the killing field below one after another.

The stands were packed with people, all of whom had been dragged in by the nine Soul Douluos to watch the battle; and they were also high-level cultivators who were almost unable to afford Bloody Mary.

These people were all the nourishment for Yang Poxue to open the Hell Road.

The King of Slaughter stood on the high ground.

Watching Yang Poxue effortlessly reap the lives of everyone with a single strike, and after absorbing the soul power of those nine Soul Douluos, the power within his body became even more abundant.

Without hesitation, the King of Slaughter raised his hand and sacrificed everyone in the audience, and the Road to Hell slowly unfolded.

(End of this chapter)