Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"Drink it."

His voice grew even colder.

"Otherwise, you would never have known about Cindy."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze was like a knife as he shot at Tang Hao, his deep eyes churning with extremely complex emotions.

Anger, resentment, humiliation, and a hint of compromise that even he himself was unwilling to admit...

He took a deep breath.

Then, she suddenly closed her eyes.

He took the cup, tilted his head back, and gulped down the liquid inside.

The moment the liquid entered his throat, a strong, bloody smell instantly filled Tang San's sense of taste and smell.

The taste was so strong that it made his stomach churn violently.

The liquid was somewhat salty and slightly sour. The moment it slid down his throat, it felt like a cold snake was sliding down his esophagus into his stomach.

Tang San put down the cup and opened his eyes.

"what is this?"

Tang Hao looked at him, a very faint smile curving his lips.

"This is a cup of human blood."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

The churning in my stomach reached its peak at that moment.

He suddenly bent over, bracing himself on the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, and began to vomit violently.

"vomit"

The alcohol, stomach acid, and the lingering smell of blood all surged from his throat and splattered onto the black floor.

The tranquility of the tavern was shattered by the sound of violent vomiting.

Those guests who had been glancing at Tang San out of the corner of their eyes now turned to look at the disheveled young man.

A burst of laughter erupted.

"Where did this little chick come from?"

A burly man with a face full of scars leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and had some kind of bone dangling from his mouth, grinning to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Go home. This is not a place for you."

"You can't even handle a Bloody Mary, yet you dare to come here?"

"Haha, look at his face, it's as white as a ghost."

"Could it be some young master from a noble family who sneaked out to seek thrills?"

"Young master, go home and drink your milk. This is not a place for you to play."

The laughter grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly shrill.

Tang San's vomiting finally stopped.

He straightened up and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Then, he looked up.

The bloodshot in those eyes had faded, replaced by a cold, utterly calm stillness.

That calmness made Tang Hao, who was sitting opposite him, narrow his eyes slightly.

Tang San's gaze swept over the laughing faces.

One, two, three... He looked at them one by one, as if trying to memorize every face.

The laughter gradually subsided.

It wasn't out of guilt or fear, but because they sensed an inexplicable chill emanating from the boy.

The chill didn't come from the outside, but from the very core of his being, as if something cold flowed in his blood, making those who approached him instinctively wary.

Tang San looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao nodded.

Tang San withdrew his gaze.

The next instant, Blue Silver Grass surged forth.

The bright blue vines, like a giant dragon come to life, instantly filled every inch of the tavern.

Six spirit rings lit up simultaneously behind Tang San.

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

The six spirit rings slowly rotated, emitting a breathtaking light.

The smiles on the faces of the laughing guests froze.

It's the Soul Emperor!

A level 60 Soul Emperor!

This boy, who looks no more than a teenager, is actually a level 60 Soul Emperor!

But Tang San didn't give them time to react.

The third spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Growth".

boom

The entire floor of the tavern exploded at that moment.

Countless thick blue silver grasses rose from the ground, transforming into hard, cone-shaped spikes that pierced through one body after another from bottom to top.

Pfft pfft pfft

The sound of sharp spikes piercing flesh was as dense as rain pattering on banana leaves.

Blood gushed from the pierced bodies, splattering onto the black floor, black walls, and black ceiling, turning the entire tavern crimson.

A burly man with a face full of scars lowered his head, staring at the blue silver grass spike that had sprouted from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed a few muffled sobs.

Then, his eyes lost their light, and his body went limp.

A mysterious figure draped in a cloak suddenly stood up, attempting to flee.

But Blue Silver Grass is faster than him.

Three sharp spikes emerged from the ground at the same time. One pierced his left leg, one pierced his right leg, and the third entered through his back and exited through his chest.

He died before he could even scream.

Those guests who were originally just sitting in the corner watching the excitement were now also caught in the crossfire.

The Blue Silver Grass covered the entire tavern, leaving no blind spots.

Some people tried to unleash their martial spirits in rebellion, but their spirit power level was too low.

However, they were just some Soul Masters at levels 30 or 40.

Compared to Tang San, who is at level 60, they are not even as good as ants.

Thump, thump, thump

Corpses fell to the ground, their blood forming streams that meandered across the black floor.

In just a few breaths, the entire tavern transformed into a scene of carnage.

The Blue Silver Grass slowly retracted.

The spikes were pulled from the corpse, sending up trails of blood.

Tang San stood in the center of the pile of corpses, his long blue hair swaying gently under the surge of soul power, his handsome face expressionless.

There was no anger, no pleasure, no disgust, no fear.

There was only a stillness, like stagnant water.

He turned his head and looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao sat in the chair, his cloudy eyes reflecting the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

A slow, gentle smile curved the corners of his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a genuine sense of satisfaction.

"It seems I underestimated you."

Tang San did not respond.

He simply looked at Tang Hao, waiting for him to continue.

Tang Hao stood up and walked to Tang San.

A hint of solemnity appeared in those cloudy eyes.

"Remember, once you enter the City of Slaughter, you can only rely on yourself. I will not be by your side, nor will I protect you. There are no friends or partners there, only your enemies."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Kill everyone who poses a threat to you. Win the annual championship of the Hellfire Slaughter Arena, and I will naturally come to pick you up with Cindy."

Chapter 484 Entering the City of Slaughter

Tang Hao raised his head and looked into Tang San's eyes.

"You will see Cindy again then."

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.