Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Occasionally, a few lone bats would fly overhead, which Tang San easily dealt with with a light pull of his Zhuge Crossbow.

His steps grew slower and slower, each step feeling like walking on cotton. The muscles on the inside of his thighs were spasming slightly, a sign of exhaustion.

Tang San had no choice but to stop, take out the inner core from his pocket, and begin to absorb a small portion of its energy.

A warm and mellow energy entered Tang San's body. He felt as if he had drunk a sip of hot soup, which warmed him from his stomach to his limbs.

Tang San closed his eyes and waited until his body had absorbed some of the energy from the inner core. Only when he felt his legs stop trembling did he stand up again, carefully wrapping up the remaining inner core and putting it back in his bosom.

This isn't like eating candy. The energy of the inner core is too domineering. If you absorb too much at once, your body can't handle it. You'll have to save the rest for later refinement.

The passageway beneath our feet began to slope upwards, the rock walls on both sides became drier, and the smell of sulfur in the air became much fainter.

The crimson mist overhead was no longer so thick, and faint wisps of grayish-white light could be seen shining down from above.

Tang San quickened his pace unconsciously.

The passageway narrowed until it was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

He squeezed through the last crack sideways, and when he looked up, the view ahead opened up before him.

The sun and the forest appeared together in front of Tang San.

Tang San hadn't seen sunlight for too long, and the glare was so blinding that he instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes, his eyes stinging and welling up with tears.

It wasn't that he wanted to cry; it was his eyes that were reacting on their own.

The sunlight felt warm and comforting on my skin, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of Hell Road that baked me to the bone.

Tang San lowered his arm, squinted for a while to adjust his vision, and then he could see the scene in this space clearly.

The air here is clean, without the smell of blood, sulfur, or the sweet, rotten smell.

The ground was ordinary soil, covered with sparse weeds, and a few unidentified insects were jumping among the weeds.

A thin waterfall hangs on the rock face not far away. The water flow is not large, but the sound is crisp as it falls into the small pool below, making a tinkling sound.

Tang San walked to the edge of the pool, squatted down, scooped up a handful of water, and washed his face.

The water was cold; it was snowmelt seeping down from the mountain, and when it hit his face, it made him shiver.

Tang San opened his eyes, took one last look at the sunlight overhead, stood up, and headed towards the Clear Sky Sect.

Unlike the original story, Tang Hao has now returned to the Clear Sky Sect.

Before Tang San entered the City of Slaughter, Tang Hao also told him about the sect.

Therefore, after leaving the City of Slaughter, Tang San headed towards the Clear Sky Sect.

Chapter 470 Plot Twist: Haotian Sect's Alchemy

Tang San hadn't gone far when he heard a familiar voice.

"Out?"

Tang San paused, then looked up.

A person was sitting on the rocks ahead.

The man was dressed in black, his robes fluttering in the mountain wind.

Her medium-length black hair was draped over her shoulders.

His face was rugged, and the stubble on his chin was grayish-white, unshaven for several days.

He rested his arms on his knees, leaned forward, and stared motionlessly at the crack.

Blood was seeping from the crack.

Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

He's not good at expressing himself, but his way of showing concern is by waiting here.

I don't know how many days I waited outside the Killing City.

Tang San opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Having not spoken to anyone for so long on the road to hell, my vocal cords felt rusty, and even a simple syllable was difficult to utter.

"Cough-cough-"

Tang San coughed twice, cleared his throat, and walked towards Tang Hao.

Tang Hao stood up from the rocks.

He was more than half a head taller than Tang San, looking down at his son.

Tang Hao's gaze swept over Tang San's thin and tired face, then looked at the scorched edges and tears in his clothes, and the scabbed wounds on his arms.

Tang Hao didn't say anything, took off the water bag, uncorked it, and handed it over.

"Have some water first."

Tang San took it and tilted his head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls.

The water was very cold; it was drawn from a mountain stream.

The mountain spring water flowed down Tang San's throat, cooling him down to his stomach, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of the Hell Road.

Tang San drank too quickly, and spring water spilled from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin and into his collar, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Tang Hao then took out an oil paper package from his pocket, opened it, and inside were several pancakes and some braised beef.

He handed the oil paper package to Tang San.

Tang San didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed a pancake, took a big bite, chewed it a couple of times, and then took a bite of beef, his cheeks bulging.

Tang Hao sat down again on the rock next to him, watching his son wolf down his food, and said, "Next, come with me to Tiandou City to find your aunt."

"You have too much killing intent on you; she needs to help you purify and regulate it."

"Otherwise, if it stays on your body for too long, it will affect your mind and you won't be able to control it."

Tang San slowed down his chewing of the biscuit.

He was aware of his own problems.

Those who emerge from the killing capital carry an indelible stain of blood on their souls.

It's something invisible yet very real, like a soaking wet garment clinging to your body, impossible to take off or dry.

If left unpurified, it will eventually affect one's temperament, making one irritable, bloodthirsty, and cold-blooded, to the point that one will not even recognize oneself.

This is why powerful individuals from the City of Slaughter are often called "Gods of Slaughter".

This title, while carrying a sense of awe, also implies a kind of danger.

There is a risk that the situation could spiral out of control at any moment.

Tang San swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of water, thought for a moment, and then looked up at Tang Hao.

"Father, can we not rush to Tiandou City?"

His voice was still a little hoarse, but much clearer than before.

"I want to refine the inner core of the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent that I just obtained into a pill to further improve my strength, and then go to my aunt to purify the killing energy."

Tang Hao frowned slightly.

His first reaction was to reject it, since the longer the killing aura dragged on, the more troublesome it would become, and the sooner it was purified, the sooner he could feel at ease.

But Tang Hao didn't rush to speak. Instead, he looked into his son's eyes. Although those purple eyes were tired, they were clear and firm. It was clear that Tang San was not too affected by the killing intent.

Seeing that his father did not immediately object, Tang San continued, "On the road to hell, I fought a ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent. I killed it with the Great Sumeru Hammer and took out this inner core from its body."

Tang San took out the crimson-gold bead from his pocket, held it in his palm, and handed it to Tang Hao.

The inner elixir shimmered with a warm luster under the sunlight, and faint flame-like patterns seemed to move slowly across its surface; it was clearly no ordinary object.

Tang Hao's gaze fell on the inner core. He reached out and took it, twirled it between his fingertips, and then brought it close to smell it. His brows gradually relaxed.

He returned the inner core to Tang San and nodded.

Although Tang Hao didn't recognize the inner core, he could sense the energy within the bead in front of him. Since Tang San said it could be refined into a pill, he believed him.

"Alright, let's go back to Haotian Sect first and I'll help you refine that inner core into a pill."

Tang San was taken aback.

During the two years that he had been with Tang Hao, Tang Hao had already told him everything about the Haotian Sect.

Therefore, Tang San also knew that the relationship between his father and the Clear Sky Sect was somewhat awkward.

His original intention was to find any place to refine pills, but he didn't expect Tang Hao to plan to go straight back to the Haotian Sect.

Tang Hao noticed his son's confusion and, unusually, smiled, saying, "My matter with the sect has been resolved."

Upon hearing this, Tang San didn't say anything more.

He stood up from the ground, stretched his stiff hands and feet, packed up the water bag and the remaining dry food, and walked down the mountain side by side with Tang Hao.

After walking for a while, Tang San suddenly remembered something and glanced at Tang Hao.

"By the way, Dad, something happened in the Killing City earlier...."

As Tang San walked, he recounted what had happened near the exit of Hell Road.

The chaos within the City of Slaughter, the newly emerged mysterious power, the divine oracle from the God of Asura, and the decision to re-select the King of Slaughter.

Tang San spoke slowly, pausing from time to time to recall the details and make sure he hadn't missed anything.

Tang Hao listened attentively, and after listening, he combined these events with his own information to understand the sequence of events.

So, after thinking for a moment, he said to Tang San, "Little San, actually... the original King of Slaughter was named Tang Chen."

"It's yours..."

Tang Hao gave a general overview of the situation between Tang Chen and the King of Slaughter.

Upon hearing this, Tang San turned to look at his father, his expression changing three times in an instant: surprise, confusion, and finally silence.

The king of the Slaughter City, the one who controlled the entire Slaughter City and struck fear into the hearts of countless powerful figures, was actually his own grandfather.

"Since my grandfather was a level 99 Super Douluo, then how could he..."