Chapter 37 Little Tang San Seeks His Mother

Tang San smiled faintly and murmured to himself, "The ability to bestow domains upon others, the addictive Bloody Mary, and these impossible rules of the Slaughter Arena... This Slaughter City likely hides many secrets even you, Father, are unaware of."

Hearing this, Tang Hao finally sensed something amiss. It seemed he had truly underestimated Slaughter City back then. He had merely thought it was a relic left behind by an ancient hundred-ranked powerhouse, an organization with only a ninety-ninth rank expert.

But now reconsidering, perhaps Slaughter City wasn't as simple as it appeared on the surface. There must be something more concealed within.

"The God of Slaughter Domain can ignore Slaughter City's sealing power," Tang San reminded. "This is essentially exposing their own weakness by granting it to others. There's definitely something sinister about Slaughter City."

Originally, with Slaughter City's unique seal preventing all outsider Soul Masters from using their Soul Rings' power—limiting them to basic Martial Soul forms—this power was invincible. When others couldn't use their abilities but you could, even a ninety-ninth rank Ultimate Douluo would meet their end in Slaughter City.

Yet the very God of Slaughter Domain that countered them could be obtained by outsiders, freely given upon passing the trial. This illogical occurrence had undeniably happened.

"And then there's your second Martial Soul," Tang Hao said, recalling past events. "Thinking about it now, your mother must have deliberately planned for me to take you away from Slaughter City back then."

Tang San nodded solemnly. "To uncover the truth about Slaughter City, we'll probably have to find Mother and ask her directly."

Both Tang San and Tang Hao suppressed their doubts. No matter how unreasonable Slaughter City's arena rules were, it didn't matter now. The most important thing was the awakening of Tang San's second Martial Soul. Any questions could be answered by finding his mother.

After traveling a considerable distance, Tang Hao suddenly used Soul Power Voice Transmission to whisper, "You'll have to walk the remaining path alone. If you want me to take you out of Slaughter City, use the Soul Guidance Device to notify me. I'll get you out."

Tang San and Tang Hao had no intention of following Slaughter City's rules for departure. Normally, one needed one hundred consecutive victories before leaving via the Road to Hell. But Tang Hao possessed the God of Slaughter Domain—few in the world could stop him from taking his son away.

With those words, Tang Hao seemed to vanish into the darkness as if becoming invisible.

Tang San nodded imperceptibly and continued forward in silence. After several minutes, an icy voice suddenly echoed from all directions: "Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter. Here, you can obtain everything you desire—the price is your life."

Hearing this, Tang San knew he had truly entered Slaughter City's territory now.

If his father wasn't mistaken, the next to appear would be Slaughter City's enforcer—the Terror Knight.

Striding forward, Tang San felt as if he'd passed through some barrier. Immediately, he heard chaotic noises as a dense crowd appeared before him, surrounding him completely.

Tang San ignored these people and instead began surveying this bizarre world.

Not far away stood a black city—that must be the legendary Slaughter City. Its thick, dark walls were incredibly vast, and above the city hung a purplish-red moon, so low it seemed less than five hundred meters from the ground. Looking further up, everything was pitch black, as if shrouded in eternal night.

"Incredible. I should have walked underground—how could there be such an expansive space beneath the surface? And with a purplish-blood moon hanging overhead? Bizarre, truly bizarre."

The only explanation was that, without realizing it, Tang San had entered another special space. That long underground passage must have been a massive Soul Guidance Device with teleportation capabilities.

A Soul Guidance Device of this scale was something Tang San had never even heard of.

Put simply, this world was like the Storage Ring Soul Guidance Device he wore on his hand—capable of drawing people into a different space, and a large group of them at that.

Seeing a mere ten-year-old child like Tang San disregard them and instead observe the surroundings, the leading Terror Knight couldn't help but roar in anger, "Who goes there? State your name!"

At the shout, Tang San finally turned his gaze toward them. The Terror Knights were all clad in black armor, their faces completely obscured by helmets. Among them, a hundred men wielded heavy swords, while only one sat atop a towering warhorse, its body also encased in thick black armor.

Tang San guessed that only the leader was a true Terror Knight—the others hadn't reached that rank.

"You have broken the rules." The deep voice sounded icy, almost inhuman. It came from the black-armored knight seated on the horse.

"Oh?" Tang San replied indifferently.

His nonchalant demeanor made the enforcers of Slaughter City twitch with fury.

"Fine, fine. In all these years, no one has dared to disregard me—Scott—like this!" The knight named Scott was so enraged he actually laughed. Being ignored by a ten-year-old was a first in his life.

His warhorse suddenly accelerated, and with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Scott charged at Tang San with a ferocious aura.

A cold, oppressive energy spread as a wave of killing intent surged toward Tang San. Compared to Tang Hao's vast and overwhelming killing intent, the black-armored knight's was far weaker.

Facing Scott's assault, Tang San focused his mind and activated his second Martial Soul. In an instant, his Soul Power surged like a raging flood through his body, and the Slaughter Crest emerged on the back of his left hand.

Then, an unexpected change occurred!

A wisp of red light suddenly seeped from the black soil beneath Tang San's feet. As more and more red light emerged, his surroundings seemed to be dyed crimson—not the bright red of dawn, but the deep scarlet of fresh blood.

"This—this is—!" At the sight, Scott was visibly shocked. His black horse reared back, as if recoiling from something ominous, unwilling to touch even a trace of it.

Behind Tang San, a blood-red moon slowly rose—a projection of the Slaughter Crest on his hand.

Tang San was utterly dumbfounded. He had vaguely guessed that using the Slaughter Martial Soul in Slaughter City might have unusual effects, but he never imagined it would be this exaggerated!

"That's the Slaughter Mark! How... how do you have the Slaughter Mark!" The black-armored soldiers behind Scott were stunned by the sight, even instinctively taking half a step back.

"Impossible, this Martial Soul shouldn't appear again. And how could an outsider possess this Martial Soul? No—how did you leave Slaughter City? Residents of Slaughter City can never leave for eternity!" Scott knew more than the soldiers behind him. The Martial Soul Tang San had revealed was an inherited Martial Soul belonging to Slaughter City.