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The City of Slaughter—
This was an underground world, filled with densely packed buildings painted in a blood-red hue, creating an oppressive and sinister atmosphere.
This was the City of Slaughter, the final refuge for fallen soul masters.
Here, all soul skills were unusable, leaving combatants to rely solely on their raw soul power. Moreover, battles could not be fought freely; they were only permitted within the designated Hell Slaughter Arena.
Anyone who violated this rule would face punishment from the 99th-level King of Slaughter and his enforcement team—and the outcome was always the same: death.
This place was both a paradise and a hell for evildoers.
Three years had passed since Tang San's arrival, and his streak of consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena had reached an astonishing 90 wins. With just ten more victories, he would qualify for the ultimate trial Tang Hao mentioned—the Hell Road.
Recalling the Killing God Domain that Tang Hao had unleashed, Tang San's eyes burned with fervor.
At present, he had already reached the rank of 52nd-level Soul King. If he could obtain the Killing God Domain, it would bring him closer to closing the gap with Tianshui. Tang San silently encouraged himself.
Glancing at the drunken, half-dead fallen soul masters sprawled along the streets, Tang San's eyes flickered with disdain.
"A bunch of trash destined for death. Just wait—you'll get what's coming to you."
Ever since entering the City of Slaughter, Tang Hao had taught Tang San that everyone here deserved to die, so there was no need to feel any guilt.
Tang San, who prided himself on being a morally upright and pure "great hero," despised these disgraceful soul masters. He constantly fantasized about exterminating them all to uphold his pristine reputation.
However, due to the presence of the enforcement team, Tang San refrained from secretly killing anyone. Compared to his earlier days at the entrance of the Notting Academy, he had matured significantly.
After all, he had witnessed Tang Hao's immense strength, and Tang Hao had also warned him about the formidable power of the enforcement team and the King of Slaughter. Naturally, Tang San dared not act rashly.
Later, upon learning that the supplies for this place were still provided by the two empires and the Spirit Hall, Tang San felt even more disgusted.
"A bunch of corrupt collaborators. When I ascend to the pinnacle one day, I will cleanse this world of its filth," Tang San thought to himself.
Returning to his residence, Tang San removed the items from his person.
His dwelling was located in a remote area. Though the City of Slaughter had countless buildings, few were inhabited, and Tang San preferred the solitude.
After all, while the rules forbade killing, they did not prohibit harassment.
There was no currency in the City of Slaughter, and all food and drink were provided for free—though whether they were poisoned was another matter entirely.
However, the absence of currency wasn't entirely accurate. In the City of Slaughter, there was one thing that could be exchanged for whatever one desired.
That was corpses.
Winners of the Hell Slaughter Arena could use the heads, bodies, and blood of their defeated enemies as currency to trade for anything they needed.
In the early stages, Tang San had exchanged these corpses for cultivation resources, which was why he had been able to advance four ranks in a single year and twelve ranks in three years.
Later, he began exchanging corpses for various materials.
Since witnessing the top-tier combat strength of the Douluo Continent, Tang San had been constantly anxious about his own inadequacy—but he didn't let it discourage him.
In his previous life, Tang San had managed to craft the most devastating hidden weapon among the Tang Sect's three major mechanical contraptions—the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus—using nothing but written instructions and without any guidance. His craftsmanship was beyond question.
Over the years, Tang San had continued to refine his blacksmithing skills. With the Hao Tian Hammer, a top-tier Weapon Martial Soul, and the advanced hammer techniques taught by Tang Hao, Tang San's blacksmithing abilities now surpassed even those of his past life.
The rhythmic sound of hammering echoed through the air, varying in tempo before finally ceasing after a long while.
At this moment, Tang San sat intently at his workbench, meticulously assembling intricate components.
His eyes gleamed with fervor, as if a masterpiece of unparalleled brilliance was about to be completed.
Finally, Tang San exhaled in relief, his gaze filled with admiration as he gazed at a golden lotus on the table, as though admiring his first love.
A faint smile curved Tang San's lips as he gently lifted the exquisite golden lotus with three fingers.
"The Tang Sect's foremost mechanical hidden weapon—the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. I've finally recreated it in this world. I truly am a once-in-a-century genius of the Tang Sect, hahaha…"
Amidst his laughter, Tang San felt as though his entire being had been elevated.
Inwardly, he cursed the people of his sect in his past life as fools for treating a rare gem like him as an ordinary outer disciple—it was sheer blindness.
Ironically, in the original storyline, Tang San had initially intended to leave the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus behind for the sect elders to prove his worth.
But none of the elders recognized its value. In anger, Tang San detonated the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus and leapt off a cliff to his death.
Though only a lotus design appeared in the manga, its later destructive power was earth-shattering. Detonating something akin to a missile in the middle of a cliff—were you afraid the explosion wouldn't kill the sect elders?
And yet, you, Tang San, expected the Tang Sect of future generations to speak kindly of you?
It wasn't impossible that the explosion wiped out a group of high-ranking sect members, including a Grand Elder.
One could imagine how much the Tang Sect's strength must have diminished afterward. Tang San was practically the eternal sinner of the Tang Sect, responsible for its decline.
As for the idea that someone might vindicate Tang San for crafting the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus?
Only one Grand Elder seemed uncertainly aware of its significance. It was clear how long this hidden weapon had been lost to history. People in later generations were too busy cultivating themselves to spare any effort to vindicate Tang San.
They weren't related to him, after all.
Unless Tang San had left behind detailed instructions for its creation, which were then discovered by future generations.
But considering that Tang San had only left behind a censored version of his legacy for the Tang Sect in Douluo II, such a possibility was laughable.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, within the Spirit Hall, noticed a peculiar supply requisition form.
"What does the City of Slaughter want with these rare metals again? This is the umpteenth time! Normally, they only request finished weapons."
Bibi Dong furrowed her delicate brows.
Suddenly, a hand began mischievously wandering over her body, causing her cheeks to flush red. She shot an annoyed glance at Ye Wen beside her.
"Stop fooling around—I'm working!"
But her voice carried an unintentionally seductive tone, which only emboldened Ye Wen further. He sat down beside her.
Although their recent dual cultivation hadn't increased their cultivation levels, it had led to new breakthroughs in divine consciousness cultivation.
Moreover, seeing his wife working so hard, how could Ye Wen stand idly by? Though he was accustomed to being a hands-off leader, occasionally lending a hand wasn't a problem.
When Ye Wen saw the resource requisition form in Bibi Dong's hands, he couldn't help but smile.
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