Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

Tang Chen has definitely passed the test and has become a god.

Therefore, one should try to survive as long as possible and not make an enemy of "God," as that would be tantamount to courting death.

Relying on his granddaughter's relationship with Bofeng, Tang Chen has become a god again, so he certainly can't do anything to the Spirit Hall.

So, just hold on!

They have been waiting for the moment when the successor of the angels appears, for then the era of the Spirit Hall will begin.

At the same time, Sendou Ryu wasn't the only one with concerns.

Inside the Papal Palace.

"How are the people we sent over doing?"

Holding the purple-gold scepter, Bibi Dong asked anxiously.

"Your Holiness, the Spirit Hall disciples secretly dispatched to protect the department store are ready. They will ensure that there will be no mishaps during the young master's delivery."

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed slightly and spoke respectfully.

"It would be best if there were no mistakes, but we still have at least three days. Even though there are a group of Title Douluo experts in the department store, you cannot let your guard down. You must pay extra attention to the absolute safety of my future grandson." Bibi Dong repeatedly instructed, showing no liking for Qian Renxue, but a great deal of affection for her two children. This is what is known as the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope," Chrysanthemum Douluo replied.

"By the way, why haven't I seen Bo Feng lately? What has my good son-in-law been up to?" Bibi Dong asked casually.

(Namikaze: What else could I be busy with? I went back to the past to have some fun and catch up with my mother-in-law.)

"Uh…"

"this…"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was suddenly speechless, unsure how to respond.

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and stared at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"What exactly happened?" Bibi Dong asked impatiently again.

"Your Holiness the Pope..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo said helplessly, "Recently, our Spirit Hall disciples have searched the entire Douluo Continent. But we still can't find any trace of the young master. We've searched not only department stores, but also Shrek Academy. According to reliable sources, since the young master left the Spirit Hall a month ago, he has never returned to Heaven Dou City."

After hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's description, Bibi Dong's brows furrowed instantly.

He's never returned to Tiandou City, so where did he go? Back to Seagod Island? That's even more impossible; his wife is about to give birth, and this husband is utterly irresponsible!

"Elder Ju, are you sure? Bo Feng... really has never returned to Tian Dou City?" Bibi Dong asked to confirm.

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded quickly, indicating that what he said was correct.

That's strange.

How can a perfectly healthy person just disappear like that?

Fifteen days remain in the Killing City.

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, Bo Feng, wielding the Haotian Hammer, is fighting hard. Only a few more matches are needed to achieve a hundred victories, pass through the Hell Road, and obtain the Killing God Domain. Wife, wait for me to come back!

With unwavering conviction, Namikaze was now like a war god, his fighting prowess several times greater than before.

Only two top fighters remain on the field, one with a 77-game winning streak and the other with an 81-game winning streak. Their status and position in the Hell Slaughter Arena are not to be underestimated; before entering the Slaughter City, one was a Soul Saint and the other a Soul Douluo.

In the City of Slaughter, bound by the rules, they were unable to use their soul power normally. Through accumulated battles, they finally reached where they are today.

The two men stared in terror at the blood-stained Haotian Hammer. The owner of this Haotian Hammer had nearly reached a hundred matches in just over a month, and only three more victories were needed for the long-dormant "God of Slaughter" to reappear in the City of Slaughter.

Bo Feng stepped over the pool of blood, hoisted the Haotian Hammer onto his shoulder, and coldly snorted.

"Come on, what's with this last-ditch struggle? The moment you were willing to fight me, your death was already sealed."

With an icy aura emanating from him and a palpable white killing intent surrounding him, Bo Feng coldly stared at the two of them.

For a moment, the two of them couldn't help but shiver, as if Bofeng's gaze could see right through them.

"Never mind, we're going to die anyway! Let's fight!"

One of them gritted his teeth, held his giant axe horizontally at his waist, and strode forward to chop at Bofeng's head...

"clang--"

"Pfft."

Two more corpses lay on the ground, for the victory of the hundredth battle, for Qian Renxue who was waiting for him at home, and for the two children who were about to be born.

Namikaze sighed deeply, then continued with the next battle…

Inside the palace, Tang Chen watched his son fighting, his heart clenching. His own achievement as the God of Asura was largely due to his son's sacrifices. His son had given so much for this family.

Tang Chen always felt a sense of guilt towards his son. If it weren't for what his son had done back then, he would probably still be trapped in the Killing City, continuing to be the King of Slaughter.

By the way, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King?

Tang Chen remembered!

This kid also mentioned finding some time to go...

Chapter Six: Tang Chen Meets Qian Daoliu

In the vast sea, a colossal creature over two hundred meters long suddenly leaped out of the water.

Why do I always feel uneasy inside?

A scarlet eye, as big as a bucket, silently gazed in the direction of the mainland, lost in thought for a long time…

"Puff-"

Meanwhile, in the Killing City, in the Hellish Killing Arena, with the fall of the last person, Namikaze finally achieved his 100th victory.

He became the youngest "God of Slaughter" in history, and his record was outstanding. In just one and a half months, he had already achieved 100 victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, which was an unprecedented miracle.

All the fallen ones present cheered and rejoiced, not just for the wind, but for many more…

This "God of Slaughter" can finally leave. In the past month and a half, the number of people in the Slaughter City has been declining sharply. This is not only due to the increase in the number of battles fought by Bo Feng, but also because there are quite a few reckless people who attack or ambush along the way.

In the end, those who were meant to die are already dead, and those who were meant to live are almost all gone.

For the past month and a half, he had been living through nightmares, nightmares he would never forget. He took one last look at the hellish killing field and left under everyone's watchful eyes...

After leaving the Hell Slaughter Arena, Bo Feng headed straight for his father's palace; he was heading towards the Hell Road.

"dad…"

Pushing open the long-sealed palace doors, a gentle breeze wafted in…

"Son, are you ready to head down the road to hell?"

Tang Chen had been waiting for a long time, and asked solemnly with his hands behind his back.

Namikaze nodded confidently. "I've been ready for a long time, Dad. We can begin."

"Ah."

Tang Chen nodded and waved one hand...

Before the ripples, a blood-red passage silently appeared…

"This is the entrance to the Hell Road. Your father will be waiting for you in the forest outside. After you clear the Hell Road and obtain the Killing God Domain, go and get your sixth soul ring."

"A sixth spirit ring?" Bo Feng looked at Tang Chen in confusion. "Dad, my sixth spirit ring..."

Tang Chen smiled mysteriously, then quietly left...

Maintaining an air of mystery, Bo Feng believed that his sixth spirit ring was definitely not simple.

The God of Slaughter's Domain has arrived!

He plunged headfirst into the passage...

A surging, dark current of magma; an endless red world.

Standing atop a sea of ​​lava, Bofeng looked around and then down at a circular stone platform. Beneath the platform stood a pillar of lava, and below the pillar rolled lava.

The temperature was very high, and the stench of blood filled every corner, even stronger than in the hellish killing field.

Want to clear Hell Road? That's too easy!

Why don't we just fly there?

Eight spider spears unfurled behind him, his eyes fixed ahead, and with a powerful push of his feet, he sped off towards the distance...

The journey was smooth, and there were no unknown creatures blocking the way. It seems that the Hell Road is not as terrible as I imagined.

On the outskirts of the forest, Tang Chen appeared as a red light…

Basking in the sunlight, enjoying this hard-won time, fifteen years have passed since I was trapped in the dark and desolate killing capital.

The warm sunlight at that moment made Tang Chen feel uncomfortable...

While his son was still undergoing the trials of the Hell Road, he had to meet someone, just to settle accounts in advance.

……

Inside the Elder Hall of the Spirit Hall…

As always, Qian Daoliu stood quietly before the giant angel statue, silently watching...

Suddenly, a familiar aura appeared, and Qian Daoliu trembled...

"Chidoru, it's been a long time."

Tang Chen arrived at the Elders' Hall!

Without a sound, even Qian Daoliu didn't react. This was the power of a god-level expert—their aura was concealed so completely that no one could detect it…

They are both old friends and rivals.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes, and a bitter expression suddenly appeared on his usually calm and expressionless face. He knew without even thinking that Tang Chen would come here.

A month ago, Tang Chen's presence was already felt.

At that time, Qian Daoliu had anticipated that Tang Chen would come in person, but he never expected it...

The day has finally come…

"Tang Chen, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Qian Daoliu silently turned around, revealing a faint smile.