Chapter 222: Obtaining the Shura Demon Sword

Obtaining recognition from the Shura Demon Sword. Seize the sword from its previous inheritor. Time limit: one year.

Ye Hao's lips twitched slightly. Back when Tang Chen was undergoing the Shura God's trials, if the Rakshasa God hadn't interfered, he would have undoubtedly inherited the Shura God's position long ago.

Otherwise, would the Clear Sky Clan have been reduced to such a pitiful state, hiding like a turtle in its shell?

Finally, the fourth trial presented a real challenge—this was akin to plucking a tooth from a tiger's mouth.

Ye Hao wasn't entirely confident.

This old bat, possessing Tang Chen's body, had strength comparable to Elder Qian and Bo Saixi.

Moreover, the Shura Demon Sword was a divine weapon beyond ordinary comprehension. Ye Hao was no match for the old bat in a direct confrontation.

Unless...

Unless he used a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

But even that wasn't a surefire solution. Although Ye Hao's soul power had reached level 73, and he could perform a Martial Soul Fusion with Zhu Zhu and Zhu'er, the fusion could only last for half an hour at most.

If the battle dragged on, the outcome would be uncertain.

"I have a year. I'll take it one step at a time," Ye Hao thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he flashed a bright smile at the Slaughter King.

"Well? Are you satisfied?"

The Slaughter King froze for a moment, sensing something unsettling in Ye Hao's smile. A shiver ran down his spine.

"S-satisfied."

"Thanks to you, otherwise, my Slaughter City and I would have been poisoned to death by that Asura King. I owe you my gratitude."

Fortunately, it was just an ordinary poison. If it had been something like the Bloody Swan's Kiss, the situation would have been far more troublesome.

Now that Slaughter City was safe and Ye Hao's third trial was complete, he needed to carefully plan for the fourth trial.

"Slaughter King, until we meet again."

Just as Ye Hao was about to leave Slaughter City, the Slaughter King suddenly called out:

"Wait! God of Death!"

Ye Hao stiffened, his body tensing.

This old bat was no pushover—why was he stopping him now?

"Slaughter King, is there something else?" Ye Hao asked cautiously.

"I must thank you for your contribution to Slaughter City."

The Slaughter King bowed slightly, then raised his right hand. A blinding red light erupted, and in his grasp appeared a massive blood-red sword over two meters long.

The blade was covered in dark golden demonic patterns, radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter.

The moment the sword appeared, Hell Road trembled violently. Lava surged, and boulders rained down from above.

The sheer oppressive force of the blade made Ye Hao's heart race. He instinctively took several steps back, his brows furrowing as he stared at the Slaughter King.

What was this old bat planning?

Ye Hao remained silent, watching carefully.

Yet, there was something oddly familiar about the sword in the Slaughter King's hands.

"Thank you, God of Death. Without you, I would have perished, and Slaughter City would have fallen into ruin."

The Slaughter King paused, then continued, "I know you are the Shura God's successor. Keeping the Shura Demon Sword with me is a waste."

"Therefore... I entrust this sword to you. Consider it my repayment. You are more suited to wield it than I am."

Ye Hao's mind blanked.

He stared in disbelief at the Slaughter King—and at the Shura Demon Sword being offered to him.

It felt like the heavens had dropped a feast into his lap.

Unbelievable luck!

"Uh... You're really giving it to me?" Ye Hao stammered.

"The Shura Demon Sword is the Shura God's divine weapon. Right now, Tang Chen is still being corrupted by me. Given enough time, I will completely take over his body."

The Slaughter King clenched his fist, determination flashing in his eyes.

"Take it. You are the Shura God's successor—you have the right to wield it."

To the Slaughter King, the Shura Demon Sword was a hot potato.

Ye Hao was the Shura God's chosen heir. Sooner or later, he would come for the sword.

By handing it over now, the Slaughter King was removing a future threat.

From now on, he could rule Slaughter City undisturbed, free from outside conflicts.

That was his plan.

Meanwhile, Ye Hao still felt like he was dreaming.

Just moments ago, he had imagined countless battle scenarios against the Slaughter King—all ending in his defeat.

Yet now, the prize was being handed to him on a silver platter.

Without lifting a finger, the fourth trial was complete.

With a wry smile, Ye Hao stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the Shura Demon Sword.

The moment his fingers touched the cold metal, an overwhelming surge of power rushed through him.

The sword's aura merged with his own, as if they had always been one.

Then, a majestic voice echoed in his mind:

"Fourth Trial: Obtain recognition from the Shura Demon Sword. Seize the sword from its previous inheritor. Time limit: one year. Trial complete."

"Reward: Death God and Shura affinity increased by 20%. Total affinity: 50%."

Just like that... it was over?

Ye Hao felt dazed as the Shura Demon Sword dissolved into red light, merging into the crimson mark on his forehead.

Two trials completed in a single day—this had to be a record.

He shook his head with a bitter smile. Compared to the grueling trials of the Sea God's Nine Trials, this was almost too easy.

"God of Death, I have one more request."

The Slaughter King's voice snapped Ye Hao back to reality.

"Of course. Nothing in this world comes for free," Ye Hao thought.

Now that he had obtained the Shura Demon Sword and completed the fourth trial, he might as well hear the Slaughter King out.

"Go ahead," Ye Hao said.

"I want you to kill the Asura King for me."

A terrifying killing intent erupted from the Slaughter King, sending shockwaves through the lava below.

"Consider it done!"

Ye Hao almost laughed.

That was it?

"That bastard tried to kill me. I know you have your own grievances with him. Besides, I can't leave Slaughter City easily—otherwise, I would have crushed him myself long ago."

"So, the task of killing the Asura King is entrusted to you."

Ye Hao agreed without hesitation.

Immediately after, Ye Hao left the Slaughter City with practiced ease and flew once more toward the direction of Heaven Dou City.

At the same time, the fifth trial descended...

In Heaven Dou City, the streets were filled with unease. People were still buzzing about the previous great battle.

The Clear Sky Douluo was killed—a Titled Douluo!

Ye Hao, the young master of the Spirit Hall, was so formidable that he could slay a Titled Douluo. It seemed the Spirit Hall was poised to unify the Douluo Continent.

Rumors spread like wildfire, filling every street and alley.

Outside the Moon Pavilion, the surroundings were in ruins, and the lake behind it was mostly destroyed. Fortunately, the Moon Pavilion itself remained largely intact.

After the recent events, the number of people entering and leaving the Moon Pavilion had significantly decreased.

But this was fine by Tang Yuehua—she actually preferred it.

At this moment, Tang San was a sensitive figure. With Tang Hao dead, the only one left to protect him was his aunt.

Inside a room, Tang San knelt motionless on the ground, his face so dark it seemed water could drip from it. He remained silent, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked, drops of blood seeping out from between his fingers.

It was clear just how much rage burned in Tang San's heart.

First, the woman he loved was killed, and now Tang Hao.

Either event alone would have been enough to devastate him. He wished he could kill Ye Hao right now—it was his greatest desire, yet also the one thing he couldn't accomplish.

"Spirit Hall, Ye Hao, and all of you... you all deserve death!" Tang San suppressed his fury, barely holding back his outburst.

Just then, Tang Yuehua entered, her eyes brimming with tears.

She glanced at Tang Hao's body lying on the bed—her second brother, who had been laughing and chatting with her just days ago, was now a cold corpse.

Her heart ached, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Xiao San, you must stay strong."

Tang Yuehua sat beside Tang San, her gaze distant as she patted his shoulder in comfort.

"Aunt, I will destroy the Spirit Hall. I will kill Ye Hao—to avenge my father, Xiao Wu, and my mother!" Tang San's voice was low, filled with murderous intent.

"Everything difficult must start somewhere. The Spirit Hall is a behemoth—it can't be toppled by one person alone.

The news of your father's death has already reached the Clear Sky Clan. Your uncle is heartbroken, and the five elders are furious. This is a disgrace to the entire Clear Sky Clan."

Tang Yuehua continued, "Xiao San, your father was born of the Clear Sky Clan. As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots—his roots are there. And... the five elders wish to see you."

Tang San abruptly looked up, startled. "The five elders want to see me?"

In Tang San's memory, the five elders had always been at odds with them, especially the Seventh Elder, who was practically a human flamethrower.

From what Tang Yuehua had told him, back when Tang Hao killed Qian Xunji, it led to the Spirit Hall targeting the Clear Sky Clan. Eventually, the Seventh Elder's son was slain by the Spirit Hall.

That was why the Seventh Elder harbored such hatred for Tang Hao.

"Xiao San, the five elders said that if you can fulfill three conditions, they will not only restore your father's status as a disciple of the Clear Sky Clan but also welcome his remains back into the clan. As for you... you can also officially return to the family."

Tang Yuehua spoke with hope, but then, recalling how harsh those three conditions were, she couldn't help but doubt—were they even possible for a human to achieve?

"What conditions?" Tang San pressed urgently.

Tang Hao's dying wish had been to return to the clan. Now, there was finally a chance.

"First, reach the eight-ringed Soul Douluo level within ten years."

"I can do that!" Tang San said with confidence.

"Second, bring back the head of a Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall."

"I can do that too!" Tang San nodded firmly.

"As for the third..."

Tang Yuehua fell silent before sighing softly. "Kill... Ye Hao."

"Kill... Ye Hao." Tang San froze for a moment, then his eyes glowed red, his breathing turning ragged.

The three conditions—every single one aligned perfectly with his desires.

"I... can do it."

Tang San took a deep breath, a sinister smile curling his lips.

"Aunt, please relay to the clan that Tang San will personally visit the Clear Sky Clan when the time comes."

With that, he fell silent again, kneeling motionless before Tang Hao's body.

Tang Yuehua looked at her nephew with pity. Poor child...

"Xiao San, your soul power has already reached level 59, but you still can't fully control your Slaughter Domain. One of your father's last wishes was for you to study music and noble etiquette at the Moon Pavilion for a year. I hope you can calm your heart and complete this.

Once that's done, you can go to the Clear Sky Clan."

Tang San remained silent, implicitly agreeing.

Three Days Later, in Heaven Dou City.

Tang Hao's death had only caused ripples—ordinary people still rose with the sun and rested at sunset.

But for the three great clans, it was a disaster.

The Spirit Hall was raising its butcher's blade against them.

In a hotel within the city, Ye Hao had booked a private room.

Now, Heaven Dou City—and even the entire Heaven Dou Empire—was effectively under the Spirit Hall's control.

"The Shura Demon Sword truly lives up to its name as a super divine weapon. I think I might even have a chance at killing an ordinary Titled Douluo now."

Lately, Ye Hao had been studying the Shura Demon Sword. Its power far exceeded his expectations.

"Next up are the three great clans..."

Ye Hao rubbed his chin, pondering. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is a given—since Yu Xiaogang wants me dead, they must be destroyed. The Clear Sky Clan is even more of a target. As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan... they might be worth persuading.

If that fails, then they'll be eliminated too."

Ye Hao sprawled on the bed, his entire body relaxing. It had been a long time since he'd felt this comfortable.

Ever since becoming the Spirit Hall's young master, he hadn't had a single peaceful day.

"One move affects the whole situation—preparations must be made in advance. I should visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan soon and see if they can be persuaded to surrender."

Just then, a crow landed on the windowsill.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes, then got up and walked to the balcony. He grabbed the crow and retrieved a letter tied to its leg, carefully reading it.

"Three conditions?" Ye Hao was momentarily stunned. "The Clear Sky Clan's Second Elder gave Tang San three conditions? First, reach level 80 within ten years—same as before. Tang San is no ordinary person, so achieving that should be easy.

The second condition—bring back the head of a Spirit Hall Titled Douluo. Pfft!"

Ye Hao laughed. "That's a bit harder, but still not to be underestimated. Tang San still has plenty of trump cards up his sleeve."

The third condition—kill...

Ye Hao's face darkened instantly.

"Damn it, kill me?" Ye Hao tore up the letter in frustration.

"That Second Elder of the Clear Sky Clan—how could he come up with such a condition?!

Tang San already hates me, and now that Tang Hao is dead, it's like slapping the Clear Sky Clan in public. They'd love to eat my flesh and gnaw my bones."

Another crow soon arrived.

Ye Hao opened the letter...

"The three great clans plan to hold a secret meeting at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to discuss countermeasures against the Spirit Hall's next moves. It's set for tomorrow."

"Well, well, they've got sharp noses—starting to band together." Ye Hao smirked.

"The three great clans, united as one."

Ye Hao destroyed the letter and dismissed the crow.

"Let's see what kind of meeting this will be."