Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Tang San carefully considered his words and did not finish speaking.

"It's all Qian Daoliu's fault."

"I don't know how it happened, but the Spirit Hall confirmed that your grandfather was the King of Slaughter, and that's how things are now."

After hearing the details of the matter, Tang San remained silent, feeling a sense of suffocation.

Subsequently,

Tang Hao walked ahead, taking large strides that made a rustling sound as he stepped on the fallen leaves.

Tang San followed behind him, his steps still a little unsteady, but his spirits had improved considerably.

After walking for a while, Tang San suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Dad, there's another unexpected event in the City of Slaughter."

"Sword Douluo, that is, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, is receiving the inheritance of the God of Asura."

Tang Hao suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Dust Heart? The legacy of the Asura God?"

Tang Hao's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tang San nodded and told his father everything that happened in the City of Slaughter after the death of the King of Slaughter.

After listening, Tang Hao stood there in silence for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

He gazed at the distant horizon, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment, anger, bitterness, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on, as if someone had snatched something that should have been his from his hands.

"Pity."

Tang Hao finally spoke, his voice returning to its deep, flat tone.

“If your grandfather hadn’t been killed by the Spirit Hall, how could the inheritance of the Asura God have fallen into the hands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?”

Tang San did not respond.

He could understand his father's feelings.

My grandfather, Tang Chen, was originally the King of Slaughter, and the inheritance of the God of Asura originally belonged to him.

Unfortunately, fate is never fair; a single step can make all the difference.

"never mind."

Tang San took a step forward, gently patted his father's arm, and comforted him in a calm and firm tone, "It's no use saying these things now."

"Divine inheritance is not something that comes easily."

"Whether Sword Douluo can pass the test is still uncertain, even if he does pass."

"Let's go."

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

The father and son then continued walking.

"By the way, during your time in the Slaughter City, some things also happened in the sect. The four major affiliated families of the Clear Sky Sect have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall."

"In that case, it's hard to say about your inner core. Originally, Yang Wudi could have helped you refine the pill, but now, the Yang family has sided with Xue Qinghe, the new emperor of Tiandou City. If we ask him to refine it, it will be a bit troublesome."

Tang Hao said calmly.

"What should I do?"

Tang San quickly followed in his father's footsteps.

"Forget it, let's go back to the sect first. I'll arrange for someone to invite him over. Although the Yang family has already broken away from the Haotian Sect, we still have to give him this much face."

Tang Hao then formulated a plan.

Tang San nodded upon hearing this.

The two walked in the mountains for most of the day, and along the way, Tang Hao intermittently told Tang San about the recent situation of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang San listened, occasionally asking a question or two.

He had never lived in the Haotian Sect since childhood, and his impressions of the sect mostly came from his father's stories and the legends that circulated outside.

Now that he's about to actually step through that mountain gate, it would be a lie to say he's not feeling any pressure.

After walking for another two days, the father and son crossed the last mountain ridge, and the gate of the Haotian Sect finally came into view.

That was no ordinary mountain gate.

Two enormous stone pillars rise from the ground, each over twenty feet tall. They are carved from a single piece of granite, and their surfaces are covered with ancient spirit patterns and designs. The patterns have been blurred by wind and rain, but their majestic and imposing aura remains undiminished.

Between the stone pillars lies an equally massive stone beam, upon which are carved three ancient characters—Haotian Sect.

Each character is about ten feet square, with strong and sharp strokes, as if someone had carved it out of stone with a blunt, heavy sword.

After looking at them for a while, you can feel a sense of oppression coming from those three words, as if an invisible hammer is hanging over your head.

Chapter 471 Plot Changes: Sword Douluo Shura God Test

At the entrance to Hell Road in the City of Slaughter, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood quietly.

Beneath his feet lay the road to the underworld, where countless people met their tragic ends, but at this moment, the aura emanating from this old man was completely different from usual.

That was the divine power of the Asura God, carrying a chilling, blood-red pressure that seemed capable of tearing the entire space apart at any moment.

The Asura God Test is divided into three levels.

The first level requires using killing to stop killing in the brutal environment of the killing city, and awakening the killing domain in endless blood battles.

This step, though difficult, is not unattainable.

Tang Hao, Tang San, and Bibi Dong have all set foot in this realm.

The second level goes a step further, requiring one to become the King of Slaughter and wield the Asura Divine Sword deep within the City of Slaughter.

As for the third level, it is to transform the divine sword into one's own martial soul, to prove the Dao through killing, and to transform soul power into killing divine power, thus becoming a god at level 100.

At this moment, Chen Xin is undergoing the second stage of the divine test.

After nearly a year of bloody battles in the City of Slaughter, this level 98 Title Douluo not only broke through his own limits to become a level 99 Limit Douluo, but also became the new King of Slaughter, and took control of the Asura Divine Sword.

Tang Chen had previously reached this point, but ultimately failed due to the machinations of the Nine-Headed Bat King.

Now that the Nine-Headed Bat King is dead, Chen Xin is no longer burdened by Tang Chen.

Thus, he fought his way through the enemy ranks, the divine sword recognized him as its master, and the throne was bestowed upon him.

Ultimately, Chen Xin's authority in the City of Slaughter also increased, to the point that he could temporarily leave this blood-red cage to see the outside world.

He had too many things on his mind.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Wang Teng...

These figures never truly disappeared during the intervals between Chen Xin's killing sprees; they were simply forcibly suppressed in his heart.

Now that he had the chance to leave, Chen Xin did not hesitate and went straight to the entrance of the Road to Hell.

Standing at the edge of the intersection, he looked down.

The passage below was deep and winding, its dark red light resembling congealed blood, and filled with a strong smell of sulfur and rust.

Chen Xin didn't look back for long and jumped down directly.

Not long ago, when Tang San ventured into Hell Road, he killed the Dark Gold Bat King and the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent.

Now, only swarms of ordinary blood bats remain on this road, fluttering their wings softly in the darkness.

Perhaps sensing Chen Xin's aura, the remaining blood bats scattered wildly.

"cut!"

Chen Xin frowned slightly and casually swung his sword.

A crimson sword aura flew out across the sky, drawing a crescent-shaped arc of light.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the swarm of bats were chopped into dust before they could even scream.

But Chenxin's brows furrowed slightly.

He looked down at his palm, then at the still-lingering crimson sword aura, lost in thought.

"After wielding the Asura God Sword, even my sword energy was tainted by the Asura God's divine power..."

Chen Xin murmured to himself, his tone revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

The Seven Kill Sword is inherently sharp, fierce, and full of killing intent, and it does indeed share similarities with the divine power of the Asura God.

But the sword energy he unleashed at this moment carried an almost manic, blood-red will, as if it wanted to devour everything in its path.

This feeling made Chen Xin uncomfortable.

However, the closer he got to his hometown, the more timid he became. He didn't linger for long but strode forward.

The traps and remaining evils on the road to hell are nothing to a mortal heart.

Soon, light appeared in front of him.

The light was not the dark red artificial light of the underground world, but real sunlight from the sky.

Chen Xin stepped out of the exit of the road to hell.

It was daytime outside.

The sun hung in the sky, casting its warm rays across the earth.

Chen Xin narrowed her eyes and subconsciously raised her hand to block.

Having spent too long in the City of Slaughter, where there was only ever-present blood-red darkness, he hadn't seen real sunlight in a long time.

The sunlight shone on his face, carrying a slight warmth, making Chen Xin feel somewhat dazed for a moment.

"Finally out."

He took a deep breath; there was no smell of blood in the air, only the crisp scent of earth and vegetation.

"After so much killing, I'm still a little unaccustomed to seeing the sun..."

"I wonder how Rongrong, Fengzhi, and Wang Xiaozi are doing."

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.