Entrance to the City of Slaughter

"Dad, your symptoms just now were similar to... godmother's!"

Tang San suddenly recalled that his godmother had also suffered similar seizures, and he desperately wanted to ask more...

So much so that he started missing her again. How had she been these past two years?

Tang Hao shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh... life is unpredictable. The large sausage wraps the small one. Do you want to know about your mother?"

"Yes. Very much. More than anything," Tang San said seriously.

"Your mother was as beautiful as a goddess. She was the most perfect woman in the world. Gentle, kind, beautiful, delicate—none of those words do her justice. You resemble her a lot now. I lost myself just now, thinking Ah Yin had come back to life."

At that point, Tang Hao looked to the sky with sorrowful eyes angled at forty-five degrees and shouted:

"Ah Yin, our child has grown up. He looks just like you. Do you know that?"

His voice became hoarse, tears falling from his clouded eyes, reddening his sockets.

Then, he suddenly collapsed backward.

Tang San jumped in shock. Was his father's old injury acting up again?

He quickly rushed over to support him, activating Xuan Tian Gong to stabilize his father's injuries.

In doing so, he realized that his soul power had reached level 53.

Before long, he had steadied Tang Hao's chaotic soul energy.

"Alright, I'm fine now," Tang Hao said, shaking his head and standing up.

"Dad, what kind of person was Mom?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Once you complete your special training, I'll tell you." As he spoke, Tang Hao led Tang San into a small town.

It looked small, but as soon as they entered, Tang San sensed an unusual atmosphere.

There was a chilling and eerie coldness in the air.

The tavern's air was thick and murky, and the decor was entirely black.

Tang Hao found a spot in a corner and sat down with his son. A waiter in black clothes and a blank expression walked over.

"What would you like?"

"Two Bloody Marys," Tang Hao said coldly.

"Whoosh..." Just then, the curtain was lifted, and a figure stepped inside—a youth with a nearly perfect figure, clad in a black robe, wearing a hat and a Peking opera mask.

Tang San frowned slightly. Why did this guy feel so familiar, like he had seen him before?

But at the same time, he felt like a stranger.

The masked youth sat down at an empty table nearby.

"One Bloody Mary," the masked youth said coldly, his voice raspy.

Tang San shook his head after hearing him speak—it wasn't the person he thought it might be.

He had thought the youth's silhouette resembled Zhang Fan, but the voice and eyes were off.

So he dismissed the idea.

Still, the faint aura of death emanating from the youth made him feel uneasy.

"Are you sure?" the waiter asked, surprised that all three new arrivals had ordered Bloody Marys.

Soon, the waiter brought two Bloody Marys to Tang Hao and Tang San, then delivered one to the masked youth.

A thick metallic scent wafted up from the red liquid in the cup—like blood.

The stench was so intense that Tang San wrinkled his nose and hesitated to pick it up.

Tang Hao, however, drank his in one gulp and looked at Tang San.

"Drink!"

"Dad, what is this?"

Tang San didn't drink immediately. He noticed the masked youth had already finished his drink.

"Gulp..." Seeing that guy drink it, Tang San followed suit.

The blood-scented liquid rushed into his mouth, causing intense nausea and a sudden change in his expression.

"Hey, kid... give us the table! You're hogging a whole one by yourself! Get lost!" Several burly men with beards and vicious expressions barked at the masked youth. "Or we'll kill you."

The masked youth suddenly looked up at the men.

"Uhh..." In an instant, the thugs fell into an abyss of fear.

They seemed to see a black fallen angel standing behind the youth, shrouded in deathly energy,

Grinning wickedly,

With six pairs of black wings,

Silver-white hair flowing like thousands of strands of silk,

Holding a bloodstained sword of death. His eyes glowed blood-red like a blood moon. When those eyes stared at them...

The five thugs felt like they were falling into a pit of death,

Their bodies went cold,

And they trembled, collapsing to their knees.

"Uhh..." Tang Hao was stunned by the scene. That youth's gaze was downright bizarre.

"Ding, Mission Triggered: Modify Plot."

[Tang San vomited all over the floor after drinking the Bloody Mary.] You may modify five words.

Zhang Fan immediately willed the change: Replace "the floor" with "the thugs' bodies."

"Ding, Plot Modification Successful. Minor episode reward: 50 Modification Points."

"Pfft..." Tang San vomited the Bloody Mary all over the thugs, the foul liquid splashing across them. They were stunned for a moment, having initially feared the masked youth—but not this kid who couldn't handle a drink.

"You little brat, you're dead!"

"Go to hell!"

Seeing an easy target, the thugs charged toward Tang San to vent their anger.

Tang Hao hadn't expected Tang San to puke all over them either.

"Kill them!" Tang Hao ordered coldly.

"What?" Tang San's face went pale. He didn't understand.

"Showing mercy to your enemies is being cruel to yourself. No one here walks the path of righteousness!"

Still hesitating, Tang San saw the thugs charging like demons.

A sharp dagger aimed straight for his heart.

"Kill them, and you can enter the City of Slaughter!" Tang Hao said coldly.

"Kill!" Feeling the intent to kill from his enemies, Tang San instantly activated his Blue Silver Emperor. Countless feathers shot toward the attackers.

"Pfft, pfft..." In moments, the thugs were dead.

But the other people in the tavern—aside from the masked youth, the waiter, and Tang Hao—also sprang into action.

All of them charged at Tang San and the masked youth.

"Die, mysterious freak!"

"You're dead, kid!"

Seven or eight attackers targeted the masked youth.

Another group charged at Tang San.

"Buzz..." Suddenly, the entire tavern was engulfed in darkness, and the attackers moved as if in slow motion.

Even Tang San couldn't move.

A terrifying angel with six pairs of black wings and blood-red eyes appeared in mid-air, wings spread wide.

"Pfft, pfft..." One by one, blood-red swords pierced through the attackers.

In an instant, over a dozen people were dead.

"Uhh..." Tang San had prepared to fight but realized the enemies were all dead already.

He couldn't help but look at the masked youth, now deeply wary of him.

Tang Hao's eyes also narrowed. He couldn't sense the youth's level at all.

But judging by his skin, he really was just a teenager.

And yet he had an insanely powerful domain that instantly wiped out every evildoer.

(End of Chapter)