Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but before he could sort out his thoughts, Tang Hao had already continued speaking.

Cindy isn't going. She has her own path to walk.

The moment those words were spoken, Tang San's brows furrowed sharply.

He instinctively looked at Cinderella.

Cinderella met his gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips, a smile that held both tenderness and helplessness.

Tang San's heart sank.

He turned to look at Tang Hao, his voice as cold as ice: "What do you mean?"

Tang Hao met his gaze, his cloudy eyes remaining completely calm.

"It means that you're the only one going to the Killing City."

Tang San clenched his fist tightly.

An emotion that had been suppressed for too long surged within him like magma.

He thought Tang Hao had only brought them here to cultivate.

But Tang Hao told him that he was all alone.

Cinderella isn't going.

She was going to travel the continent alone.

He was to be thrown into that place called the Killing City, where he would face countless desperate criminals alone.

"I dont go."

Tang San's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

His gaze was fixed on Tang Hao, and his deep eyes were now churning with resentment that had been suppressed for too long.

Tang Hao frowned slightly, his tone still leaving no room for doubt: "You must go."

"I told you, I'm not going."

Tang San's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing in the narrow alley.

His blue silver grass uncontrollably surged from his sleeves, the bright blue tendrils dancing wildly around him like an angry swarm of snakes.

Her long blue hair stood on end without wind as her soul power surged, gleaming with a cold, eerie luster in the dim light.

He looked at Tang Hao, his eyes full of questioning.

What gives you the right to decide my life?

Why should I separate from my sister?

Why?

Cinderella felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw Tang San's appearance.

She stepped forward, reached out, and gently grasped Tang San's clenched fist.

"The mistress..."

Tang San suddenly turned his head and looked at Cinderella.

Those deep eyes churned with incredibly complex emotions. There was anger, resentment, grievance, and even a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

What he feared was not the killing city, not those desperados, not that unknown trial ground.

What he feared was being separated from her.

From Holy Soul Village to Notting City, from Notting City to Shrek Academy, from Shrek Academy to the Soul Master Competition, from the Soul Master Competition to Waterfall Valley...

They were never apart.

there has never been.

"Sister, I don't want to be separated from you."

Tang San's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and his usually calm eyes now looked like those of a child about to be abandoned, filled with pleading.

Cinderella sighed, as if she wanted to say something.

But she knew that Tang San didn't need these comforts.

What he needs is for her to stay.

But she can't.

She has her path to follow, and he has his.

They can't be tied together forever.

"The mistress..."

Cinderella's voice was very soft, as if she were soothing a child who wouldn't go to sleep.

"It's only temporary. Once you leave the City of Slaughter, we'll be able to meet again."

Tang San looked at her, his deep eyes filled with bitterness.

"really?"

Cinderella nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

That smile was so bright, as bright as a flower blooming in spring, so bright that it made Tang San's heart ache even more.

Because he knew she was lying to him.

From Tang Hao's description, one can tell that places like the Killing City are easy to enter but difficult to leave.

Many people went in and never came out again.

he knows.

He knew all of that.

But he didn't expose her.

He simply withdrew his gaze and looked back at Tang Hao.

The bitterness in those eyes faded, replaced by a cold, suppressed resentment.

"You planned this all along, didn't you?"

Tang San's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"From the very beginning, you planned to send me to my death alone."

Tang Hao's brows furrowed sharply.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found himself speechless.

Have you made a plan?

Yes, he had indeed planned it all along.

From the day he decided to bring Tang San to the City of Slaughter, he knew this moment would come.

He knew Tang San would resist, he knew Cinderella would try to persuade him, he knew they would be reluctant, and he knew they would be sad.

But he had no other choice.

The City of Slaughter is a path Tang San must take.

The God of Slaughter Domain is a power he must obtain.

Only by becoming stronger can he face even more powerful enemies in the future, survive the pursuit of the Spirit Hall, and...

Avenge him.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, his voice still cold and hard: "You must go."

"You have no right to decide my life."

Tang San's voice suddenly rose, Blue Silver Grass danced wildly around him, and his long blue hair blazed like a burning flame under the surge of soul power.

His eyes reddened.

It wasn't because of sadness, it was because of anger.

Anger that had been suppressed for too long.

From Holy Soul Village to Notting City, from Notting City to Shrek Academy, from Shrek Academy to the Soul Master Competition, from the Soul Master Competition to Waterfall Valley...

This man always leaves when he wants to leave, comes back when he wants to come back, trains when he wants to train, and stops when he wants to stop.

He never asked Tang San if he was willing.

there has never been.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass danced wildly around him, the bright blue vines like an angry swarm of snakes, filling the narrow alley completely.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his long blue hair stood on end as his soul power surged. His once handsome face was now twisted into a near-grotesque grimace.

"What right do you have?!"

Chapter 483 Standoff and Slaughter

Blue Silver Grass danced wildly around Tang San, its bright blue tendrils like an angry swarm of snakes, whipping the towering stone walls on both sides, sending stones flying.

His long blue hair stood on end as his soul power surged, and his handsome, unreal face was now twisted into a near-grotesque expression.

He glared at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with anger that had been suppressed for more than a decade.

"What right do you have to decide my life? What right do you have to separate me from my sister? What right do you have to leave whenever you want, come back whenever you want, start training whenever you want, and stop training whenever you want? Did you ever ask me? You never did!"

One after another, spirit rings lit up beneath Tang San's feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Six spirit rings slowly rotated behind him, emitting a chilling light.

His right hand was already on the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.

There, you'll find the hidden weapons he's meticulously crafted over the past few years.

The veiled arrows, the tightly wrapped crossbows, the rain of needles... each one is coated with deadly poison that can kill instantly.