Chapter 108: Thousand Cypress Trees Destroy the City of Slaughter! Tang Chen Awakens!
A dark red "sun" hung in the sky, radiating an ominous light.
The city was filled with chaos, violence, and bloodshed.
On the streets, fighting could be seen everywhere.
There are no rules here; the only rule is that the strong rule.
The appearance of Qian Daobai and Qian Renxue immediately attracted countless malicious gazes.
Especially Qian Renxue, whose purity and beauty, so out of place in this world, are a fatal temptation for the fallen here.
"Hehe, here comes a gem!"
"This woman is mine!"
Several ragged, ferocious-looking men, licking their lips and brandishing weapons, surrounded Qian Renxue.
They completely ignored the thousand cypress trees beside them.
However, they haven't gotten close yet.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Several golden sword energies appeared out of thin air and precisely sliced across their necks.
Several heads shot into the sky.
The headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.
This sudden turn of events caused those around who were itching to make a move to freeze in their tracks.
Qian Daobai's gaze slowly swept over the chaotic city, and he frowned slightly.
It's noisy.
It's so dirty.
He didn't want to waste too much time in a place like this.
In that case, let's make this place completely quiet.
Qian Daobai stretched out one hand, palm facing upward.
A mysterious power emanated from his body.
This force, silent yet spreading at an astonishing speed, reached the entire Killing City.
He sensed the River of Yellow Springs flowing beneath the city.
He sensed the pervasive, deadly poison in the air.
Then, he detonated it.
"Huh? What's wrong? I feel... really uncomfortable..."
A fallen man suddenly clutched his chest, a look of pain on his face.
Immediately afterwards, his skin began to ulcerate at a visible rate, oozing black pus.
"ah--!"
He let out a piercing scream.
This is just the beginning.
"Help! My body..."
"Poison! It's poison! The air is poisonous!"
"Aaaaah! It hurts! Kill me! Kill me now!"
Panic, like a plague, spread throughout the killing city.
Whether they were fighting fiercely or barely surviving in a corner, all the fallen ones who had drunk the Yellow Spring Dew experienced a burst of toxins at the same time.
This kind of poison, amplified a thousandfold by the thousand-year-old cypress, is incurable and irresistible.
Their bodies, in extreme pain, rotted inch by inch, turning into pools of foul-smelling blood.
Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the underground world.
But soon, one by one, these voices fell silent.
The entire city of sin was transformed into a dead city in just a few minutes.
Qian Daobai watched all of this with a blank expression.
And in the deepest part of the Killing City, in its core.
On the throne, a man with a blood-red cloak and an eerie face suddenly shuddered.
The evil thoughts and murderous aura of the entire city are the foundation upon which his existence is sustained.
At this moment, with the death of all the fallen, this power was cut off at its root.
The evil power belonging to the Rakshasa God within him dissipated rapidly, like the receding tide.
"Ugh—!"
He let out a painful roar.
The evil, blood-red markings on his face began to slowly fade.
The grotesque and distorted face gradually returned to its original appearance.
It was an old, dignified face, yet bearing the marks of endless vicissitudes.
His consciousness, which had been dormant for nearly a hundred years, began to slowly awaken after the evil thoughts dissipated.
The King of Slaughter is dying.
Haotian Douluo, Tang Chen, is about to return.
The City of Slaughter, the Blood Pool at the Earth's Core.
The viscous blood was becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The resentment and murderous intent that lingered over the entire city dissipated like a punctured balloon the moment Qian Daobai activated the deadly poison of the Yellow Spring Dew.
On the throne, the figure trembled violently.
His signature blood-red cloak was turning to ashes inch by inch.
The evil, blood-red patterns covering his face receded like the tide, revealing an old face covered in wrinkles, yet still exuding supreme majesty.
"Ugh... Ahhh!"
A painful roar burst forth from deep within his throat.
The sound contained not only physical torment, but also the excruciating pain of the soul breaking free from its shackles.
His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
Those were such complex eyes.
At first it was scarlet, filled with madness, violence, and chaos.
But soon, the crimson faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment after nearly a century of decline.
In the end, all the confusion transformed into clarity and a profound understanding of the vicissitudes of life.
who I am?
I am... Tang Chen!
Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect and a peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine!
A torrent of memories washed over his mind.
The battle against Qian Daoliu at the Angel Temple, where he narrowly lost by half a move and felt unwilling to accept defeat.
Desperate to pursue the path of the gods, he resolutely ventured into the city of slaughter.
And... during the test by the Asura God, he was taken advantage of by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God, ultimately losing himself and becoming the humiliation and regret of the King of Slaughter.
A century has passed in the blink of an eye.
"Rakshasa God!"
Tang Chen uttered two words filled with endless hatred.
He suddenly stood up from the throne, and the aura of a level 99 peak Douluo burst out uncontrollably.
"Boom—!"
The core area of the entire Killing City shook violently under the impact of this aura, as if it would collapse at any moment.
He looked down at his hands, which had returned to normal, and felt the familiar yet powerful soul force within his body.
He's back.
But... who dispelled the evil thoughts that were haunting me?
A hint of doubt flashed through Tang Chen's mind.
He could sense that the evil energy that kept the city running had completely disappeared.
What's happening outside?
Without lingering, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, bursting out of the ground.
When he stood on the ground of the killing city again, what he saw was a real dead city.
On the streets, there were no survivors, only pools of still-dry, foul-smelling blood, silently recounting the massacre that had occurred not long ago.
Tang Chen's brows furrowed tightly.
Such domineering methods.
Who exactly did this?
He didn't find the answer, nor did he have the will to look for it.
It's been a hundred years.
I wonder how the Haotian Sect is doing now.
I wonder if my descendants are doing well.
I am eager to go home.
He determined the direction, then leaped into the air and sped towards the mountain range where the Haotian Sect was located.
With his peak Douluo strength, traveling at full speed would only take him half a day.
(End of chapter)