Chapter 218: The Rabbit's Doom Has Come
Tang San flew into a rage. Ever since Xiao Wu had been captured by Spirit Hall, he had often been in a daze, his hatred growing deeper with each passing year.
Now, hearing from Hu Liena that Xiao Wu had already become Ye Hao's soul ring—
Tang San could no longer restrain himself. Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes bloodshot, he advanced toward Hu Liena with unprecedented killing intent.
"Such terrifying killing intent..." Hu Liena frowned, instinctively taking a few steps back.
Just how many people has Tang San killed in Slaughter City? Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
As the Clear Sky Hammer drew closer—
Suddenly, the Slaughter King moved.
He raised an arm tinged with a bloody hue, and an overwhelming pressure instantly forced Tang San to his knees.
His limbs collapsed beneath him, his body pressed against the ground like a crushed turtle.
"ARGHHH—!!!" Tang San roared, trembling violently.
The Slaughter King's gaze was icy, a faint trace of murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
"In Slaughter City, you abide by Slaughter City's rules. Asura King, this is your first warning—and I hope it will be your last."
The Slaughter King's frigid words echoed in Tang San's mind, yet Tang San paid them no heed.
His eyes remained locked onto Hu Liena, filled with nothing but regret and hatred.
At the same time, a deep loathing for Slaughter City festered within him.
Slaughter City... this cesspool of sin has no right to exist in this world.
"Hell Messenger, proceed to the Hell Road," the Slaughter King said indifferently, glancing at Hu Liena.
Hu Liena was momentarily stunned, awed by the Slaughter King's overwhelming power.
As expected of Tang Chen, the former patriarch of the Clear Sky Clan. His strength surpasses any Titled Douluo I've ever seen.
Still, she couldn't help but feel relieved.
Fortunately, this is Slaughter City. Tang San wouldn't dare act recklessly here.
With this confidence, she had deliberately removed her mask in front of Tang San to provoke him.
A surge of satisfaction washed over her, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"Slaughter King, I take my leave."
Hu Liena cupped her hands in salute before leaping into the Hell Road.
Under Tang San's despairing gaze, her figure vanished completely.
"HU LIENA! SPIRIT HALL! YE HAO!" Tang San gnashed his teeth, his voice dripping with venom.
"One day... I will make you all pay! I will avenge Xiao Wu!!!"
He swore this oath in his heart.
Shortly after Hu Liena left, the pressure restraining Tang San dissipated.
But then—
The surrounding fallen souls turned hostile, every single one glaring at him as their enemy.
"You dare disrespect the great Slaughter King? Asura King, you have some nerve!"
"Kill him!"
"Don't think your 77-win streak makes you invincible! I'll slaughter you right here!"
"End him!"
"..."
The crowd erupted into jeers, pushing Tang San into the eye of the storm.
To the fallen souls, the Slaughter King was a god. Tang San's defiance was nothing short of a death sentence!
At this moment, every degenerate in Slaughter City burned with fury, waiting for Tang San to step out so they could tear him apart.
Expressionless, Tang San rose to his feet.
Xiao Wu's death had shattered his sanity, and his killing intent had nowhere to vent.
He scanned the crowd—every single one of these mockers deserved to die.
Slaughter City... this den of evil and darkness should not exist in this world.
Just wait. Once I achieve 100 victories in the Hell Killing Arena and obtain the Slaughter Domain...
I will personally destroy this place.
His face darkened as he strode away, step by step.
Meanwhile, a new wave of slaughter began anew...
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Half a month later...
On this day, Hu Liena, who had been absent for over a year, suddenly returned to Spirit Hall.
Her first act was to seek out Ye Hao and recount the events of that day.
"Brilliant taunt!" Ye Hao slammed the table in approval, giving her a thumbs-up.
"Tang San currently has 77 consecutive wins. It won't be long before he reaches 100."
Ye Hao smiled at Hu Liena. "You've worked hard, Nana."
Hu Liena shook her head with a bitter smile.
"Young Master, it was nothing. Tang San's performance in Slaughter City was indeed remarkable. Especially after he realized my connection to you—he stalked me relentlessly, constantly attempting assassinations."
"Fortunately, you made preparations before leaving. Otherwise, I might have never made it out alive."
Recalling Tang San's terrifying methods, she still felt a chill run down her spine.
Ye Hao chuckled. "I'm just glad you returned safely. Right now, you're in the same state I was—unable to control your killing intent."
Hu Liena nodded gravely.
Ever since leaving Slaughter City, she had been restless.
Even the sight of a passing Spirit Hall disciple would put her on edge.
"Go find Mother. She once stayed in Slaughter City too—she was the one who helped me suppress my killing intent."
Hu Liena bowed before taking her leave.
As he watched her depart, Ye Hao turned his gaze toward the direction of Slaughter City, murmuring to himself.
"Tang San obtaining the Slaughter Domain is inevitable. But knowing him, he'll destroy Slaughter City before leaving—it's just his style."
"Hu Liena made Tang San believe I turned Xiao Wu into my sixth soul ring. That rabbit meant everything to him."
"By the time Tang San leaves Slaughter City, my soul power will have reached the 70th rank. Since that's the case..."
A sly grin curled on his lips.
Why not put on a grand performance in front of Tang San?
Maybe I can even anger him to death in one go!
"Summon someone," Ye Hao ordered.
A Spirit Hall disciple promptly appeared before him.
"Young Master, your orders?"
"Dispatch scouts to the forests near Slaughter City. The moment Tang San is spotted, report back immediately."
"As you command." The disciple bowed and left.
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Three months later...
The continent enjoyed a rare period of peace.
The two great empires remained silent, not a single disturbance in sight.
Ye Hao stayed in the Pope's Palace. Not long ago, his soul power had finally broken through to the 70th rank.
The Second Trial had officially begun!
He was waiting—waiting for Tang San to emerge from Slaughter City.
In his free time, he played with his daughter, enjoying a harmonious family life.
Bibi Dong treated her granddaughter as a treasure, cradling Yue'er at all times—sometimes even while sleeping.
"Mother is pouring all her love into Yue'er. Even I, her own daughter, feel a bit jealous," Qian Renxue admitted sheepishly.
Ye Hao laughed, patting her shoulder reassuringly.
"That's just how grandparents are. But it's for the best..."
With a mysterious smile, he pulled a blushing Qian Renxue closer, about to—
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The next morning...
Finally, news of Tang San arrived.
"Young Master!" A Spirit Hall disciple rushed in urgently.
"Tang San has left Slaughter City and is currently heading to the Moon Pavilion in Heaven Dou City!"
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"Just as I expected—he went to the Moon Pavilion." Ye Hao waved his hand dismissively. "With nowhere else to go, that's the only place left for him."
The scout bowed and retreated.
He must be there to learn how to suppress his killing intent. Perfect. This is an ideal opportunity.
Without hesitation, Ye Hao headed straight for the Elder Hall.
There, imprisoned in a heavily guarded cell, was Xiao Wu.
Even with her formidable abilities, escape was impossible—the place was swarming with Titled Douluo.
The moment she saw Ye Hao, Xiao Wu's demeanor shifted instantly.
Her rabbit eyes turned bloodshot, fur bristling with rage.
"Ye Hao! I'll kill you! I'll avenge Da Ming and Er Ming!" She clawed at the iron bars like a frenzied beast.
"Rabbit… your time is up."
Ye Hao's calm, almost indifferent tone sent a violent shudder through Xiao Wu's body.
Her defiance crumbled. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, her eyes wide with terror.
Has the moment finally come?
But… I don't want to die yet!
"Ge… when will you come save me? Xiao Wu is scared!" She buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ye Hao frowned in annoyance. With a flick of his wrist, he removed the Death God's Heart from his hairpin and absorbed Xiao Wu into it.
"I'll take you to see Tang San right now." A sinister smile played on his lips.
Then, in a flash, he vanished.
Soaring out of Spirit Hall, he streaked toward Heaven Dou City like a bolt of dark lightning.
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Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City…
Outside the Moon Pavilion…
Cloaked in black, Tang San stood at the entrance, his expression grim.
The moment he left Slaughter City, he had changed.
His killing intent was palpable, the stench of blood clinging to him like a second skin.
"Slaughter City… burn to ashes."
A cold smirk twisted his lips. Before leaving, he had laced the Hell Road's magma with a destructive poison of his own making.
Though not as potent as the "Bloody Swan's Kiss" recorded in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, it was more than enough to make the magma boil over—erasing that den of sin from existence.
As he walked through the streets, crowds recoiled in fear, their eyes filled with hostility. Who is this monster?
Tang San ignored them all.
His footsteps halted before the Moon Pavilion's grand doors.
Just as he was about to enter—
"Halt! Those in disheveled attire are not permitted inside." Two elegantly dressed guards blocked his path.
"Worthless dogs, judging by appearances!"
A bestial growl rumbled in Tang San's throat.
The two men froze, their blood turning to ice as if plunged into an abyss.
In the next instant, Tang San seized their outstretched arms—
CRACK!
"AAAAHHH—!!!"
Screams tore through the air as the guards collapsed, writhing in agony with shattered bones.
The surrounding crowd scattered in panic.
"If not for the fact that you serve my aunt, I would have killed you outright. Consider this a mercy."
His voice was devoid of emotion as he strode past them into the Moon Pavilion.
Inside, nobles and musicians alike recoiled, their faces pale.
This man was a demon drenched in blood—untouchable.
Without hesitation, Tang San ascended the stairs, heading straight for Tang Hao's quarters.
The door swung open—
Tang Yuehua gasped. "Xiao San! You've finally returned from Slaughter City!"
Her initial relief quickly faded as Tang Hao gripped her wrist, shaking his head in warning.
The sheer weight of bloodlust radiating from Tang San was staggering.
Just how many lives had he taken in that hellhole?
"Xiao San." Tang Hao's voice was steady, but his eyes were wary.
With a slow motion, Tang San shed his tattered cloak.
Beneath it, his body was a canvas of scars—some fresh, others long-healed, all telling tales of relentless brutality.
Tang Yuehua's hands flew to her mouth, her heart aching at the sight.
But before she could speak—
A Moon Pavilion disciple rushed in, his face pale with fear as he glanced at Tang San.
Leaning close, he whispered something into Tang Yuehua's ear.
Her pity vanished.
Her brows furrowed.
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Tang Yuehua gestured for the disciple to leave before placing her hands on her hips and confronting Tang San.
"Xiao San, did you just break my doormen's arms?"
Faced with his aunt's questioning, Tang San didn't deny it. He nodded honestly.
"Those two were narrow-minded fools! After all these years at Moon Pavilion, they didn't even recognize me! They deserved—"
He choked back his words abruptly, his mood already dark enough.
To everyone's shock, Tang Yuehua raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap across Tang San's right cheek.
SMACK!
The crisp sound echoed through the room.
For a moment, Tang San was completely stunned, staring blankly at his aunt.
"Auntie, why would you—?"
The Slaughter Domain he had been about to unleash was instantly suppressed by Tang Hao's icy glare.
"Tang San, you've disappointed me greatly." Tang Yuehua shook her head, her expression one of utter dismay.
"Those two just started working here—how could they possibly recognize you? And this nonsense about 'having a death wish' you keep spouting—do you have nothing better to do?"
Tang San was dumbfounded, his face a picture of confusion and disbelief.
"What you should be focusing on is cultivation, strengthening yourself so you can restore the Clear Sky Clan in the future! That's why your father sent you to Slaughter City in the first place! But look at what you've become!"
"I'm so disappointed in you."
As she spoke, Tang Yuehua covered her face and began to sob.
Though Tang Hao was furious, this was still his own flesh and blood.
With Ah Yin trapped in Spirit Hall, unable to live or die freely, he could only suppress his rage.
If only I could strangle this little bastard and start over with Ah Yin...
Damn it! I raised a disgrace!
"Xiao San... you've truly let me down." Tang Hao sighed deeply, at a loss for words.
Suddenly, Tang San broke down like a scolded child.
"Dad... in Slaughter City, I first ran into Ye Hao, then Spirit Hall's Saintess Hu Liena... She told me... Xiao Wu... was already killed by Ye Hao..."
"AAAHHH—!!!"
Tang San clutched his head and wailed, his entire being collapsing into despair.
Perhaps it was the lingering effects of Slaughter City, but all the emotions he had suppressed came pouring out at once.
Now that he had voiced them, he felt an odd sense of relief.
"What?! You met Ye Hao?!" Tang Hao was shocked. "Did he do anything to you?"
"No..." Tang San sniffled, wiping his tears.
"By the time I arrived, he had already completed 100 victories in the Hell Killing Arena and left right before my eyes."
After a pause, he continued bitterly, "Then, three months ago, Hu Liena also completed 100 victories... and told me about Xiao Wu..."
"I hate Spirit Hall! I'll kill Ye Hao to avenge Xiao Wu!"
His voice cracked as he slammed his fists against the floor, his knuckles bleeding from how tightly he clenched them.
It was a heartbreaking sight. Even Tang Hao's eyes grew moist.
"Xiao San, get up." Tang Hao helped his son to his feet, speaking solemnly. "Don't lose heart."
"Even if Ye Hao killed Xiao Wu... I always felt there was something off about that girl. Something I can't quite put into words."
"Dad, what do you mean?!" Tang San glared, not understanding.
Tang Hao ignored the outburst, attributing it to his son's grief.
"Ah Yin and I truly loved each other, and that's how you came to be. Ah Yin's true form was the Blue Silver Emperor, but Xiao Wu's was..."
He hesitated, recalling what Tang Xiao had said upon returning years ago.
That wild rabbit they had eaten back then might very well have been...
At that thought, Tang Hao froze.
Stubborn by nature, he could never accept his son being with such a soul beast.
"Dad! Xiao Wu was pure! I believe in her!" Tang San declared fervently.
Tang Hao remained silent, an inexplicable tightness in his chest. What's the point now?
That rabbit is already dead.
His mind turned to other matters—perhaps an alliance marriage with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would be more beneficial for the Clear Sky Clan's revival.
"Xiao San, regardless of what Xiao Wu was... did you truly love her?" Tang Hao asked seriously.
This question mattered.
"I loved Xiao Wu. Whether she was human or soul beast, I loved her all the same." Tang San's answer was firm.
Tang Hao exhaled heavily, unable to reconcile his feelings.
In the end, he sighed. What does it matter now? She's gone.
"Xiao San, focus on your cultivation. Reach the 60th rank as soon as possible."
"But..." Tang San's voice cracked, his eyes reddening again.
"Ye Hao already has a 100,000-year soul ring! How can I ever hope to match him?!"
That was Xiao Wu's soul ring. The difference between having one and not having one was like heaven and earth.
A trace of envy flickered in Tang San's gaze.
A 100,000-year soul ring—the dream of every soul master.
Whether it was Tang San or Tang Hao, both coveted such power.
For a soul master, soul rings and soul bones were everything.
"Sigh—" Tang Hao's shoulders slumped with exhaustion.
He felt powerless.
Ye Hao now possessed a 100,000-year soul ring, making him even more terrifying.
Back then, even joining forces with his elder brother might not have been enough to defeat Ye Hao.
Now, with this new power, could they ever hope to oppose Spirit Hall?
"Dad... I want a 100,000-year soul ring too." Tang San's eyes burned with desire.
"Don't aim beyond your reach. Be content with a 10,000-year one for now." Tang Hao patted his son's shoulder.
If only we'd captured that rabbit ourselves instead of letting her fall into Spirit Hall's hands!