Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The ground beneath their feet shattered under the pressure of gravity, and the flying debris, carrying terrifying force, shot towards him and Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth and erected a massive barrier to block the rubble, but the oppressive gravity made it impossible for him to move normally.

The two elders were in no better shape; their soul power was even lower than that of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, making it even more difficult for them to fight against the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Taking advantage of the suppression of the sea of ​​gravity, Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his huge mouth and pounced towards Tang Hao.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Crocodile King's Meteorite Ring"

This is the self-sacrificing technique of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He burned his life force and soul power, concentrating all his strength on this impact.

As Golden Crocodile Douluo accelerated, his body transformed into a golden streak of light, moving at an incredible speed, crashing into Tang Hao like a meteorite.

Tang Hao had no time to dodge and could only raise his Clear Sky Hammer to take the hit head-on.

boom--

The golden light crashed into the black Haotian Hammer, producing a deafening roar.

Tang Hao's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand and landed more than ten meters away, splitting open his tiger's mouth and leaving his hands covered in blood.

"Second brother!"

Tang Xiao was shocked and rushed over to help him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo landed on the ground, panting heavily.

The self-sacrifice technique was too taxing; he wouldn't be able to recover for a while.

But when Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Tang Hao lying on the ground, a satisfied smile still appeared on his lips.

At that very moment, the situation on the other side of the battlefield also changed.

Tang Chen's consciousness suddenly returned to normal just as it was being suppressed to the extreme by the Nine-Headed Bat King.

This time, the clarity was even more intense than before.

Tang Hao's tragic state was seen through the eyes of the King of Slaughter, reaching the last vestige of his clarity.

His grandson, Tang Chen's grandson, is being beaten and seriously injured.

An overwhelming rage rose from the depths of Tang Chen's heart, overwhelming the control of the Nine-Headed Bat King.

"what--!"

The King of Slaughter let out a deafening roar, his blood-red robe shattering into pieces.

His hair turned from blood red to blackish-red, and the fire that belonged to Tang Chen was rekindled in his eyes.

The King of Slaughter—no, it should be Tang Chen—no longer used the King of Slaughter's moves, but instead—exploded rings.

One after another, the spirit rings on Tang Chen's body exploded, and the moment each spirit ring shattered, a terrifying power surged into his body.

His aura was rising rapidly, even subtly overpowering Qian Daoliu.

"Asura God Slash!"

Tang Chen raised the blood-red greatsword in his hand.

A blood-red blade of light condensed at the tip of the sword; it was a slash formed from the power of the Asura God, sharp enough to cut through space.

With a single slash of his sword, a blood-red blade of light ripped through the sky, heading straight for Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's expression finally changed.

He unleashed his ninth soul skill with all his might, and seven angelic phantoms appeared behind him, merging with his holy sword to form seven slashes that met his attack head-on.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Divine Judgment - Dance of the Seven Angels!"

Seven golden slashes collided with a blood-red blade of light in mid-air.

The entire city of slaughter trembled, and the city walls were mostly destroyed by the collision, with deep ravines cracking in the ground.

Qian Daoliu let out a muffled groan and flew backward, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

A crack appeared on his angelic body.

Although it wasn't big, it was indeed broken.

Tang Chen's attack triggered the Asura God Power within the City of Slaughter, and its power exceeded the range he could withstand.

But Tang Chen isn't having an easy time either.

His body was being backfired by the power of the exploding rings, and his already shattered origin was collapsing at an accelerated rate.

He knew he didn't have much time left.

So he grabbed Tang Hao, who was lying on the ground, and shouted at Tang Xiao and the two elders.

"go!"

Without hesitation, the four followed Tang Chen out of the city gates of the Killing City.

Tang Chen led them at breakneck speed, so fast that even Qian Daoliu couldn't catch up.

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked to Qian Daoliu's side, looked in the direction where Tang Chen and the others had disappeared, and asked somewhat unwillingly, "Grand Elder, are we just going to let them go like this?"

Qian Daoliu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Golden Crocodile Douluo indifferently, and explained, "Leave? Hmph, Tang Chen's origin has already been shattered by me, he won't live much longer."

"It's just a cornered beast fighting back; there's no need to pursue it."

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused for a moment, then nodded.

Qian Daoliu is right. Even if someone whose origin is shattered can run now, they won't last more than a few days.

Chasing after them might only result in a last-ditch counterattack, which isn't worth it.

The two withdrew their martial spirits and calmly left the City of Slaughter.

The angelic power dissipated with Qian Daoliu's departure, and the suppression of the Asura power once again enveloped this underground space, restoring everything to its original state.

Inside the City of Slaughter, in an alley near the city gate, Tang San held his breath, hiding behind a pile of broken wooden barrels, and witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

His palms were sweaty.

From the moment Qian Daoliu made his move, he knew that he didn't even have the right to go out and help.

In a battle of that caliber, the aftershocks alone could tear him to shreds.

He could only hide in the alley, gritting his teeth, not daring to utter a single word.

Tang San saw his father severely injured by Golden Crocodile Douluo, saw the blood-red King of Slaughter suddenly transform into his grandfather, and saw his grandfather detonate his rings in retaliation, leading his father and the others away.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was in complete chaos.

After Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo left, Tang San came out of the alley.

He stared at the empty city gate, remained silent for a long time, and then turned and walked into the depths of the killing city.

Outside the City of Slaughter, Tang Chen led Tang Hao and the other three far away, landing in an unfamiliar forest.

He released his grip, placed Tang Hao on the ground, and took two steps back.

"grandfather……"

Tang Hao lay on the ground, covered in injuries, but still conscious.

He looked at the old man in front of him, whose head was full of long black and red hair and whose body was covered in blood, and his eyes reddened.

Tang Xiao and the two elders also looked at him, their lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

Tang Chen looked at them, his gaze sweeping across each of their faces as if trying to memorize their features.

His face was as white as paper, and his body had begun to tremble slightly. The injuries caused by the shattering of his very essence were slowly consuming his life.

"You can go back now."

Tang Chen spoke, his voice soft yet surprisingly calm.

"Don't come again."

"grandfather!"

Tang Xiao knelt down with a thud and said, "Come back with us, we'll definitely find a way to cure you!"

"There's no time."

Tang Chen shook his head, interrupting Tang Xiao.

He felt his strength rapidly draining away, and he almost didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Tang Chen didn't say another word, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Tang Xiao knelt on the ground, looking in the direction where his grandfather had disappeared, and tears finally fell.

The forest was quiet. The wind rustled through the leaves, making a soft, sighing sound, as if it were sighing for someone.

In the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter—no, it should be said that the shell whose body was controlled by the Nine-Headed Bat King—stumbled back into the city.

At this moment, the King of Slaughter's body was pierced by Qian Daoliu's Divine Judgment, leaving countless wounds and his very essence shattered beyond recognition.

He rushed into the city streets and killed anyone he saw.

Crimson sword light flew everywhere, and one fallen soul master after another fell at his feet. Blood flowed into streams on the stone path.

The Nine-Headed Bat King planned to use the blood of these people to heal himself, attempting to repair his shattered essence.

But it didn't work.

Qian Daoliu's attack shattered not his body, but his very essence.

It's like a bowl with a broken bottom; no matter how much water you pour in, it will all leak out.

The King of Slaughter had killed everyone on the street. Finally, standing amidst the pile of corpses, he looked down at his dissipating body, and despair finally appeared in his blood-red eyes.

He knew he was about to die.

It's not the King of Slaughter who's dying, it's not Tang Chen who's dying, it's that the Nine-Headed Bat King is going to die.

"No, I can't die, I can't die."

The Nine-Headed Bat King was unwilling to accept this.

"Die, die! You ruined my life, now die with me!" Tang Chen thought to himself.