Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

Before Namikaze stood a group of knights clad in black armor, each wielding a heavy sword, their faces completely obscured. They rode tall, handsome warhorses, their steeds also covered in thick, black armor.

Suddenly, a knight rode forward slowly on his warhorse, his greatsword pointing directly at Namikaze. "I am the Dread Knight, Sivir. Only by defeating me will you be qualified to enter."

Since arriving here, Bo Feng's soul power has undoubtedly become ineffective. Aside from the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul being able to manifest, he cannot use any soul skills. Of course, the Sea God's Crown still functions normally; the crown once worn by the Sea God is not subject to the rules here.

The strong smell of blood almost made Bo Feng want to vomit. Ever since the last massacre, Bo Feng couldn't stand it anymore except for the people on the outside. Their mouths were really too foul. It would be good to use the Evil Whale Demon-Slaying Slash to cleanse them.

Looking at the knight before him, he sensed an aura of soul power emanating from him. They must be the enforcement team, directly under my father's jurisdiction, but alas…

Bofeng remained silent, then gestured for Sivir to come closer, instantly enraging her.

Sivir's tone was icy, her murderous eyes fixed on Namikaze, and her whole body suddenly emitted a bright red light!

"court death!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Sivir mounted her warhorse and charged towards Namikaze, wielding her greatsword. An overwhelming aura, a chilling presence, and a murderous intent swept through the air. Her warhorse strode forward, and the greatsword in Sivir's hand gleamed with a cold, sinister light.

Faced with Sivir's overwhelming aura, Bo Feng remained unmoved, and his right hand revealed the Clear Sky Hammer. In the state where soul skills could not be used, the battle in the City of Slaughter appeared extremely "fair" to everyone.

Even if you were a powerful Contra Master in your past life, you would still face the risk of death in the City of Slaughter...

Chapter 145 Poseidon: You're really something, that's impressive!

"A disheveled cloak!"

The first hammer fell straight down, catching everyone off guard, and Sivir was instantly knocked to the ground...

boom--

As the number one weapon spirit in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer should not be underestimated even without the addition of spirit rings.

The warhorse neighed, and the rider and horse fell to the ground together. The heavy sword in his hand was shattered into pieces by the Clear Sky Hammer. Sivir was thrown several meters away, and his armor was damaged to varying degrees.

This is enough to illustrate the terror of Bo Feng's hammer strike. He had been cultivating the Haotian Hammer Technique under the light of the Sea God since childhood, and the terrifying pressure he faced was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Knight Sivir suddenly stood up, spitting out blood. The armor on his right hand had completely fallen off, revealing his strong and powerful right hand.

Namikaze smiled slightly and sheathed the Clear Sky Hammer. It seemed he had passed the test; if that hammer blow had been delivered with more force, the knight opposite should have been killed instantly. But these men were responsible for guarding the City of Slaughter, and were also his father's subordinates, so Namikaze didn't kill them.

“You…” Sivir spat out another mouthful of blood and handed Namikaze a black plaque with a small skull printed on it and the number 8686 below it.

"This is your proof of entry into the City of Slaughter. After you enter the city gate, someone will meet you."

Taking the plaque from Sivir, Namikaze strode into the city…

The dark city gate gives people a sense of oppression, and the four large characters "Slaughter City" are hung high on the city tower.

As they entered the city, the two rows of knights stood quietly. Just then, from the darkness ahead, a woman veiled in black slowly walked out...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"I've set my sights on your heir. How about you give me half?"

Poseidon: "!!!"

"Are you referring to Namikaze?"

The man in dark red armor nodded vigorously. "Poseidon, don't pretend you don't know. You can't possibly not know that Bofeng is your chosen successor. How about it? Give me half."

The Sea God's face darkened instantly, and he said with displeasure, "Shura, is this how you ask for favors? The more you say that, the less I will agree. Do you think it's easy for me to find a suitable successor? You say you'll get half, so I'll give you half? No way! Absolutely not! You'd better leave my Sea God Temple right now, or I'll call for help."

The newcomer was none other than the God of Asura, the deity who had passed on his throne to Bo Feng's father. The City of Slaughter was also his place of transcendence. His purpose in coming here was precisely for Bo Feng. With twin martial souls, he had become a Soul King at such a young age and possessed the Sea God Domain. He would not let such a genius go easily.

So, he came to the Temple of Poseidon...

What brings you here?

Of course we need people!!!

Shura smiled slightly, "Go ahead and shout! Shout until you're hoarse, no one will answer you."

Poseidon: "..."

(That sounds a bit odd.)

"Shura, you came here not just for Namikaze, but for the sake of him?"

The God of Asura nodded and said, "What do you think? If it weren't for Bo Feng, do you think I would have come here willingly? Bo Feng is exceptionally talented, even more outstanding than my previous one. As long as you agree to give me half of Bo Feng, in the final inheritance of the divine position, I will..."

"Stop!" The Sea God immediately halted, his expression displeased. "Shura, I remember your successor performed quite well before, even reaching the eighth test of your trials. What? Did that person fail?"

The God of Asura shook his head in disappointment. "Don't even mention it. My divine trial was sabotaged by the God of Rakshasa, causing my successor to be possessed by a blood-red nine-headed bat king midway through. Even if he eventually regains consciousness and completes the eighth trial of Asura, his body cannot withstand such immense Asura divine power. His already shattered body will collapse instantly, and he won't live more than three days. I can't interfere in the affairs of the continent at will, for the sake of my divine position and for the sake of the divine realm. That's why I specifically came to discuss this with you."

In other words, Bo Feng was also raised under the watchful eye of the Sea God. His birth was extraordinary. Bo Feng was the son of the High Priest of Sea God Island and married Tang Chen, a powerful figure on the continent who possessed the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul. Their offspring attracted the attention of the Sea God from the moment of their birth.

The moment Bofeng received the blessing of the Sea God and was endowed with the Sea God's martial spirit, the Sea God had already determined that Bofeng was his only successor.

Unexpectedly... a demon god suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

Although the wind was divided in half, it didn't matter much to the sea god; in the end, it was the wind itself that benefited. But the sea god was miserable. His carefully nurtured successor was gone just like that… Who would be happy in that situation?

Are you willing?

Are you willing?

Obviously not!

Poseidon immediately shook his head and said, "Even if I agree, Wavewind will never agree."

The Asura God asked in confusion, "Oh? Why is that? One body, two gods, isn't that better?"

"It's not about whether it smells good or not, it's a matter of principle."

"Principles?" Shura God continued to ask, "Does Namikaze have some unspeakable secret?"

The Sea God nodded and said, “Indeed, Shura, you know this too. To inherit the divine position, Poseidon, as Bo Feng’s mother, must make a sacrifice when the final trial arrives to complete the Sea God’s inheritance. Bo Feng naturally understands this, so when he was six years old, I told him to find the Heart of the Sea God as soon as possible. Only then can he receive the Nine Trials of the Sea God. Parents always have the same heart, and Bo Feng is a filial child. I watched him grow up. Do you think he would come to your City of Slaughter so easily?”

"Could it be... that he's trying to rescue his father!" The Asura God suddenly realized.

Poseidon nodded slightly. "Indeed, this is Bo Feng's promise to his mother. This is Bo Feng's purpose in coming to the City of Slaughter. Shura! I'm not trying to be mean, but with your Transcendental Land, if it weren't for the Killing God Domain that attracts people, who would want to come in? And now it's turned into this wretched state! You've ruined Bo Feng's father!"

Asura God: "..."

He was speechless and said, "How can you blame me for this? If it weren't for the Rakshasa God's tricks, my City of Slaughter wouldn't have become such a horrible sight."

“I admit that Bo Feng’s father, Tang Chen, is also extremely talented. Even though Bo Feng defeated the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King and restored Tang Chen to his original state, it still couldn’t completely restore him. Do you have any other solutions?”

"As an enforcer of the divine realm, I must remind you not to interfere in the affairs of Douluo Continent."

The Sea God rolled his eyes at the God of Asura, "We can't intervene, but we can fan the flames!"

"You mean...?" The Asura God's expression suddenly changed. The two gods exchanged a glance and smiled at each other...

Chapter 146 Namikaze: I freaking thank you all!!!

“Bo Feng has done so much for Seagod Island and for this family. As my successor, I must help him. I have a plan that can not only allow him to inherit our divine positions, but also restore your original heir. What do you say? Shall we join forces this time?” Seagod proposed.

The Asura God was overjoyed and asked impatiently, "Speak! I'll do anything you want to achieve my goal!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Welcome. I am the Hell Messenger of Slaughter City. For the next twelve hours, I will introduce you to everything within Slaughter City and also be responsible for your safety."

"You must remember, once twelve hours have passed, you will become a member of the City of Slaughter." The Hell Messenger's voice was extremely pleasant. She slowly approached Bo Feng and gestured for him to enter.

Following the messenger of hell into the city, Namikaze looked around. The place was gloomy and eerie. The dilapidated streetlights on both sides of the road flickered on and off, and the environment itself was truly unsettling...

There were quite a few people walking along the way. They were dressed in gray robes and walked like zombies with blank expressions. There were even traces of blood on their robes that had not yet dried, and a strong smell of blood wafted around them.

"Please ask me any questions you may have. I will answer them to the best of my ability," the messenger of hell said.

Namikaze coldly asked, "Tell me, where is the King of Slaughter?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people froze, their faces filled with horror, looking at Bo Feng with fear and anger. If it weren't for the messenger of hell beside them, these people might have rushed forward immediately...

"Shh..."

The messenger of hell quickly hissed, "The great King of Slaughter is the ruler of the City of Slaughter. In our hearts, he is the sole sovereign, and we are all his subjects. I hope you can refrain from asking questions like this, otherwise, I can't guarantee you won't..."

"Blood splattered on the spot?" Bofeng sneered as he looked around. He glanced disdainfully at the people around him—no, they should be called the Fallen! The real Fallen!

By doing this, Bo Feng is undoubtedly making enemies. In the City of Slaughter, a place filled with bloodshed, killing is the only rule.

"8282, you're making enemies. Once the twelve hours are over, even I can't guarantee your safety." In the eyes of the Hell Messenger, Bo Feng's actions were undoubtedly courting death. Although there was a twelve-hour protection period for newcomers, Bo Feng's actions were... well, her mission was to guide newcomers... what did Bo Feng's death have to do with him?

Bofeng smiled slightly. This was within his expectations. The reason he did this was to make enemies, in order to get the King of Slaughter's attention...

He needs to kill, he needs to achieve a hundred victories in the hellish killing field! He needs to get close to the King of Slaughter, only then can he get as close as possible to his father…

Naraka ignored the words of the messenger from hell and walked straight toward the fallen ones...

“Mr. 8282, once you start trouble, the newcomer protection period will not work,” the Hell Messenger said urgently.

These words were spoken to Bofeng, and also to these Fallen Ones. There were dozens of Fallen Ones before him, their faces contorted in a sinister grin as they drew weapons of varying sizes—undoubtedly the best weapons available when they could not unleash their soul power.

But it was all too late. Bo Feng's right hand revealed the Haotian Hammer, its entire body covered in dark red magic patterns.

The appearance of the Clear Sky Hammer immediately terrified these people. As former Soul Masters, they knew the Clear Sky Hammer was famous throughout the continent. Although the mountain gate had long been closed, its prestige had not diminished in the slightest.

"The Haotian Hammer?"

"He's from the Haotian Sect!"

Before anyone could react, Namikaze strode forward, dragging the massive hammer with his right hand, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Under the astonished gaze of the Hell's messenger, he began to smash down, blow after blow. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Namikaze, covered in blood, became like a demon.

"A disheveled cloak!"

He exuded an imposing and solemn aura, which even impressed the seasoned Hell Messenger who had encountered many newcomers. This was a stark contrast to Bo Feng when they first met.

It's either me killing you, or you killing me. Namikaze had no choice; he was destined to be chosen.

After finishing off the numerous fallen ones, Bo Feng finally retrieved his Clear Sky Hammer. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, having just unleashed a massacre for the first time in his life, he needed to calm down.

After a long while, Namikaze exhaled a breath of stale air...

“Hell Messenger, your mission is complete. I know the way forward better than you do.”

Having said that, Namikaze walked slowly alone towards the Hell Slaughter Arena...

Watching the receding, increasingly blurred figure, the Hell Messenger felt a chill run down his spine. Mr. 8282 was a remarkable figure; judging from his martial spirit, he should be a member of the Clear Sky Sect. He recalled a Clear Sky Sect disciple who, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, had earned a formidable reputation in the Hell Slaughter Arena, ultimately achieving a hundred victories and becoming one of the Gods of Slaughter.

(Tang Hao: You might as well just call me by my name!)

If this continues, the City of Slaughter will likely gain another god of death...

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Inside a palace in the City of Slaughter…