CHAPTER 88: The Birth of the Shura King
Chapter 88 — The Birth of the Shura King
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is gone?"
Bibi Dong's face was cold.
"What great courage. It truly deserves to be my Ah Chuan."
"Your Highness, are you certain this is the work of the Great Elder?"
Ju Douluo Yue Guan was shocked.
"Of course. Who else in the entire Tiandou Empire has such boldness now?"
Bibi Dong smiled faintly.
Then she grew slightly absent-minded, tapping the armrest of her throne gently.
"It's just a pity…"
A pity that she and Qin Chuan could never go back.
The two were destined to drift apart, with no chance of crossing paths again.
"Then, Your Majesty, should we take action?"
Ju Douluo said cautiously,
"It's fine if it's true, but the destruction of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect has nothing to do with us."
"We can't just take this blame."
"Of course not."
Bibi Dong sneered coldly,
"If they want us to shoulder the blame, then we shall oblige."
She ordered,
"Tonight, take a few elders to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. Leave none alive."
Ju Douluo Yue Guan was stunned.
Immediately, he nodded quickly.
"I understand."
"Also, what's the status of the kingdoms and principalities I asked you to contact earlier?"
Bibi Dong's eyes flashed sharply.
"Reporting to the Pope, the news hasn't arrived yet, but it's surely connected to this issue."
"That's good."
Bibi Dong's eyes darkened.
"We can't be so passive, right?"
"Go down and proceed according to plan."
"Understood."
Ju Douluo Yue Guan slowly left the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong's expression gradually turned complicated.
"Ah Chuan, are we really going this far?"
"Is there truly no way back?"
…
The City of Slaughter.
Puff.
Tang San's sword severed Hu Liena's head.
Her naked body fell heavily to the ground, blood splashing over Tang San's ankles.
He didn't even glance back.
This body, once a vessel for his rage, now lay lifeless.
Turning away, he strode toward the hell killing field.
By now, Tang San had undergone relentless, furious battles.
Finally, today, he fully absorbed the medicinal properties left in his body by the Shura God's pills.
His soul power cultivation skyrocketed.
He had reached the level of a Level 96 Super Douluo.
In just a few months,
Tang San not only returned to life, but also made an unprecedented leap—ascending to a celestial level in one bound.
From a lowly small soul sect member,
he rose to become a terrifyingly powerful Super Douluo.
Today marked his final trial of the hundred trials.
If he won today's battle,
he would earn the God of Shura's full approval through the Hell Road,
and finally be able to leave the Slaughter City.
Revenge!
He wanted to avenge his father, Tang Hao!
Thinking this, Tang San's eyes reddened instantly.
A terrifying murderous aura thickened around him, almost solid enough to grasp.
He entered the Slaughter Field of Hell.
This battle was witnessed by all.
Most of the Fallen in the inner city had gathered.
They wanted to see the birth of a hundred-game winner,
the rise of a new God of Slaughter.
With the referee's command,
Tang San and nine trembling contestants stepped onto the Slaughter Stage.
The crowd erupted with wild cheers.
"King Shura!"
"King Shura!"
"King Shura!"
Eyes bloodshot and wild, the crowd shouted until their throats cracked.
"Begin."
The referee's voice cut sharply through the air.
The nine contestants simultaneously attacked Tang San.
But Tang San was faster.
He vanished with Ghost Shadow Steps, his Super Douluo-level spirit power enabling him to strike in a blink.
His hand swung down, a blade flashing!
A reluctant head flew high.
He pressed his advantage without pause, using Ghost Shadow Steps again.
After claiming another life,
he struck with an open palm—
the Mysterious Jade Hand.
His palm shimmered jade-green, translucent, and passed through a man's chest.
Blood gushed out.
Still grasped in his jade palm was a beating heart.
A bloodthirsty smile spread across Tang San's face.
He squeezed the heart hard.
With a "bang," it shattered into rotten meat, which he stuffed back.
Bang!
Another body dropped.
In mere moments, he killed three in succession.
His strength was terrifying.
The crowd of Fallen howled with bloodlust.
They craved slaughter.
The remaining six contestants, shaken by Tang San's ruthless style, exchanged nervous glances.
Roaring together, they charged.
"You all deserve to die!"
Tang San, like a madman, surged forward to meet six opponents alone.
Weapons flew.
Broken limbs and shattered arms littered the battlefield.
Screams and wails filled the air; heads flew, thudding heavily.
When Tang San reached the spot where the six had stood,
only one remained standing.
Yet he was pale with fear, his pants soaked.
Though brave in the Slaughter City,
who truly welcomes death?
Especially crushed like this with no hope of fightback.
"Xiu… Xiu… Xura…"
The last contestant stammered.
Suddenly, Tang San spun.
His eyes frozen with ruthless intent.
The weapon in his hand shot straight, piercing the man's forehead.
Reflected in the pupil was a cold, sharp glow.
It grew larger and sharper, filling the entire eye.
Bang!
The sword pierced through.
The man collapsed, defeated and despairing.
Complete death.
Silence blanketed the hell killing field.
Everyone was stunned.
"Forty-three seconds!"
The referee's voice echoed across the field.
The crowd exploded again.
Ending a fight in forty-three seconds was extraordinary.
Even if faced with nine helpless opponents, many would struggle to finish in four minutes.
Not to mention nine skilled fighters.
Forty-three seconds—swift, brutal, and flawless.
The three words "Shura King" echoed like a death god's decree,
a living reaper in the eyes of the Fallen.
As the chant of "Shura King" swept the killing field,
deep, resonant voices emerged from all sides, converging as one:
"Congratulations, young Shura King!"