Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Just one glance.

An invisible current of energy suddenly spread out from Tang San. It wasn't soul power, nor mental power, but killing intent.

The purest killing intent, forged from hundreds of life-or-death battles in the hellish killing arena, is enough to instantly break down any weak-willed person.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment. The gravel on the roadside trembled under the invisible pressure, and several clumps of withered yellow grass lay prostrate on the ground, their leaves clinging tightly to the earth, as if bowing down to something.

The Soul Master's pupils suddenly contracted; such intense killing intent!

He instinctively took a step back, not as a tactical maneuver after careful consideration, but as an instinctive reaction to flee.

He had seen many ruthless people, and he himself had blood on his hands, but the murderous aura emanating from this young man was unlike any he had ever seen before.

That murderous aura contained no anger, no madness, only a cold, abyssal calm. This is probably what a demon crawling out of hell looks like.

Tang San frowned slightly. He suppressed his killing intent again. The invisible current receded into his body like a receding tide, the stagnant air around him began to flow again, the withered grass slowly bounced back to its original position, and the pebbles stopped trembling.

He spoke, his voice as cold as an icy blade: "Who are you?"

The Soul Master gasped for breath, a layer of cold sweat already seeping from his back.

He composed himself and tried to make his voice sound steady: "My name is Tang Wu, and I am a disciple of the Haotian Sect. Haotian Douluo sent me here to wait for you."

Haotian Sect, Haotian Douluo.

Tang San's gaze swept across his face. Zhao Wu felt uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly took out a token and a letter from his pocket and handed them over.

Chapter 510 Haotian City

The token is the sect token of the Haotian Sect. It is completely black, with a relief of a Haotian hammer engraved on the front. Nine fine lines, as thin as hair, are wrapped around the hammer. These are traces left by a unique forging technique of the Haotian Sect, and cannot be faked.

Tang San took the token and flipped it over. The back was engraved with the character "武" (Wu). He returned the token to Zhao Wu and opened the letter.

The letter was written by Tang Hao. The handwriting was messy, the strokes were thick and heavy, and the horizontal and vertical strokes all carried an unreasonable force, exactly the same as the farewell letter he left in Holy Soul Village. There was no salutation, no signature, only a few lines of text.

The gist of it was that he was busy outside and couldn't get away, so he told Tang San to go back to the camp with Zhao Wu after he came out, rest for a few days, and then make further arrangements when he returned.

Tang San turned the letter over; the back was blank. He turned it back and read it again from beginning to end.

No. Not a single word about Cinderella.

His fingers tightened slightly, creating several creases along the edge of the letter. Then he squeezed the letter into a ball, and with a burst of force, the paper instantly turned to dust, falling through his fingers.

"Where's my sister?" Tang San asked. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the cold sweat that had just subsided on Zhao Wu's back break out again.

"Cinderella, where is she?"

Zhao Wu was taken aback. When Tang Hao sent him to pick up Tang San, he only described Tang San's characteristics as having long blue hair, a handsome appearance, and that he would come out from this dirt road. He was to stop him when he saw him and prevent him from running around.

As for sisters or cousins, Tang Hao didn't mention a single word about them.

But he dared not say he didn't know.

The boy in front of me had just crawled out of hell, and every bone in his body still exuded a murderous aura that made people weak in the knees.

He had personally witnessed what Haotian Douluo looked like when he was angry, and the aura emanating from this young man was no less than that of his father, but it even had an extra layer of coldness, heaviness, and chilling power.

If he says he doesn't know, and Tang San thinks he's just making excuses, and then unleashes that murderous aura again, his old bones might just die here.

Zhao Wu took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm and sincere: "Lord Tang Hao only told me to come here and wait for you. As for the rest, Lord Tang Hao should tell you when you see him."

Tang San stared into his eyes for three seconds. In those three seconds, Zhao Wu felt as if a knife was hanging in mid-air at his neck, the blade already pressed against his skin, but he didn't know when it would fall.

Then Tang San looked away. He could tell Zhao Wu wasn't lying. This man was just sent by Tang Hao to pick him up and knew nothing about Cinderella. He suppressed his surging anxiety and spoke in a calm voice: "Lead the way."

Zhao Wu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned around and walked towards the other end of the dirt road.

After walking a few steps, he realized that his calves were still trembling slightly. He cursed himself in his heart. He was a Soul King after all, and he had fought to the death with the people of the Spirit Hall on the battlefield. How could he be so cowardly after being glared at by a teenager?

But he couldn't help but glance back at Tang San. The young man followed behind him, his pace neither fast nor slow, his long blue hair gleaming coldly in the afternoon sunlight, his handsome face expressionless.

He walked with a steady gait, as steady as a knife sheathed in its sheath.

You know it's not drawn yet, but you can already feel the chill seeping from the scabbard.

Zhao Wu withdrew his gaze and began to introduce the recent situation on the mainland, speaking very quickly, clearly trying to use a wealth of information to overshadow the dangerous topic from before.

"On the way here with Lord Tang Hao, he mentioned your situation to me. He said that you had been in seclusion in a closed place for a long time and might not be very clear about what is happening outside."

Tang San followed behind, silent. He didn't want to speak, but he didn't stop Zhao Wu from talking either. He really needed to know what was happening outside.

Zhao Wu then began to ramble on and on.

He said that the Heaven Dou Empire was gone, merged into the Spirit Hall by Xue Qinghe's imperial decree. Now the Spirit Hall has been renamed the Spirit Empire, Bibi Dong serves as both Pope and Empress, and Heaven Dou City has been renamed Dongdu and become a secondary capital.

Tang San's brow twitched slightly. This news was indeed somewhat unexpected, but not enough to make him lose his composure.

Zhao Wu added that the original nobles of the Tiandou Empire were unwilling to be slaves of a conquered nation, and they united with several duchies and kingdoms that refused to surrender to form a resistance faction.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant School were among the first to join, and later the Clear Sky School also emerged. Now, the resistance faction and the Star Luo Empire have formed an anti-spirit alliance, and the two sides are locked in a fierce battle on the front lines.

When Tang San heard the words "the Clear Sky Sect has emerged from the mountain," he paused for a moment. He remembered that Tang Hao had once mentioned this sect to him, the place where the world's number one weapon spirit was passed down, and also his father's sect.

Zhao Wu didn't notice Tang San's momentary pause and continued walking forward, still talking non-stop.

He said that the Anti-Spirit Alliance's current high-end combat power is not much worse than that of the Spirit Empire. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has two Title Douluo, the Blue Lightning Tyrant School's sect leader Yu Yuanzhen is himself a Title Douluo, and the Clear Sky School has brought out several elders at the Title Douluo level.

The Star Luo Empire also has its own patrons. The two sides have been locked in a stalemate on the battlefield for quite some time, with neither side able to gain a decisive advantage.

Tang San listened as these names came out of Zhao Wu's mouth one by one. He suddenly realized that the outside world had undergone earth-shattering changes during the time he was away.

Those sects that had met in the Soul Master Competition are now all on the same side.

At this point, Zhao Wu suddenly lowered his voice, as if he were about to share some incredible secret: "Oh, right, there's something else you definitely wouldn't expect. The former Queen of the Heaven Dou Empire, that Eva, the mother of Snow White, has now joined the Anti-Soul Alliance."

Moreover, she wields considerable power. A dozen or so private soldiers from former Heavenly Dou noble families in the Northern Territory, plus a fully equipped Northern Army, are all under her command. Her influence within the alliance is equal to that of our Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.”

Tang San paused again. This time, the pause was more pronounced than before.

Eva. Snow White's mother.

The queen, who lived a secluded life in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and was known for her virtue and gentleness, actually became a key figure in the Anti-Martial Soul Alliance, wielding considerable military power.

But what truly weighed on his heart was not Eva's transformation.

It's Cinderella.

Where is she?

Tang San walked silently behind Zhao Wu, but his mind never stopped racing.

If Cinderella were with Tang Hao, she would definitely come here to pick him up. She had promised him. Before entering the City of Slaughter, she had personally said, "I'll wait for you to come out." She had never lied to him, not even once, from childhood to adulthood.

But she didn't come.

Tang Hao's letter made no mention of her whereabouts, and Zhao Wu had never even heard of her. That left only one possibility: Cinderella wasn't with Tang Hao. She was still on the continent, alone, traveling alone.

Tang San felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

The outside world has become like this: the two major camps are fighting to the death, with several Title Douluo lost. The Spirit Hall's spies are everywhere in every city, and even a behemoth like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had to evacuate.

The entire continent is like a pot of boiling oil; even a single drop of water thrown in can cause it to boil violently.

Cinderella, however, was alone outside.

Will she encounter danger? Will she be drawn into the war? Will she be targeted by the Spirit Hall? She's so smart, so capable, and knows better than anyone how to protect herself, but what if she does?

Tang San's breathing became heavier. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

The soul power within his body surged uncontrollably, and the Killing God Domain opened a crack uncontrollably, with icy killing intent spreading outward from his body like invisible tentacles.

Several newly sprouted weeds by the roadside instantly collapsed to the ground, their leaves clinging tightly to the soil, as if something had choked them.

As Zhao Wu was getting into the conversation, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. The chill wasn't from the wind; it was seeping from the very bones, as if someone had pressed a knife just taken from an ice cellar against the back of his neck.

He instinctively stopped talking, and when he turned around, he was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin.

The ground around Tang San was covered with a thin layer of frost, a phenomenon that only appears after killing intent solidifies.

"Three... Tang San?" Zhao Wu's voice trembled.

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions within him. The invisible killing intent around him receded into his body like a receding tide, and the frost on the ground quickly melted.

His expression remained calm, but a layer of unyielding gloom had appeared in his deep eyes.

“Keep going,” he said.

Zhao Wu nodded repeatedly, turned around, and quickened his pace. He dared not say another word.

For a moment just now, he felt like he wasn't guiding a boy, but guiding a ferocious beast that could go out of control at any moment.

Zhao Wu shut his mouth and strode forward rapidly. He had lived for over thirty years, fought his way through the outer sect of the Clear Sky Sect, and even risked his life against the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall on the battlefield. He didn't consider himself a coward. But for that brief moment, he was genuinely afraid.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Tang San's strength; as a Soul King, he wouldn't be intimidated by a teenager. What he feared was the aura emanating from Tang San.

That wasn't soul power, nor was it oppressive aura; it was killing intent. Pure to the extreme, killing intent forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He had seen Haotian Douluo in a rage; that aura could be so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. But Haotian Douluo's pressure was like a mountain, pressing down heavily. You knew you couldn't withstand it, but at least you knew what was crushing you.

But Tang San's killing intent was different. It wasn't a mountain, it was a blade. An invisible blade pressed against the back of your neck; you didn't know when it would fall, or even if it had already fallen.

This unknown fear is more chilling than the known oppression.

Zhao Wu dared not say another word. He walked forward silently, his pace quickening considerably, wanting only to get this young master to the camp as soon as possible to report back.

The two walked one after the other along the bumpy dirt road for about half an hour.

Occasionally, they would encounter a few Soul Masters on their way, but upon seeing Tang San's cold and aloof demeanor, they would all avoid him.

Tang San remained oblivious to all of this. He simply followed behind Zhao Wu, his pace neither fast nor slow, his long blue hair gleaming coldly in the afternoon sunlight.

His handsome face was expressionless, as if he were wearing a meticulously crafted mask.

A few days later, the road surface gradually became more gravelly, no longer the dirt road that had been crushed into pieces by passing vehicles, but an official road paved with whole bluestones.

The weeds on both sides of the road have been replaced by neat rows of roadside trees, one every few steps, with traces of recent pruning still visible on the trunks.

The outline of a city can be vaguely seen ahead. The city walls are tall, the crenellations are neat, and the banners on the city walls flutter in the wind.

The flag is embroidered with two crossed Haotian hammers, their black bodies gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight.

We have arrived at Haotian City.

This city wasn't called that before it was taken over by the Haotian Sect. It was originally a prosperous border town within the Tiandou Empire. It wasn't large in scale, but it had a good geographical location, situated on the official road leading to the northern border.

The first thing the Haotian Sect did after leaving the mountain was to take over the city as quickly as possible, and it has now become the Haotian Sect's base on the continent.