"You're... threatening me?"
The King of Slaughter's tone gradually turned incomparably cold, and several traces of killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes as he looked at Tang Hao.
Seeing this, Tang Hao took a deep breath before speaking firmly.
"If that's how you see it, then so be it."
"No matter what, today, Little San must return to me safe and sound!"
"Good! Good! Good!"
The King of Slaughter appeared to be smiling in extreme anger, but the concern in his heart was growing increasingly grave.
If he possessed Tang Chen's strength as a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, he would not need to fear Tang Hao's threats at all.
Among Titled Douluo, every level of difference was like an insurmountable chasm.
With the strength of level ninety-nine, no matter how desperately Tang Hao fought, he could suppress him with half a finger.
But the King of Slaughter's true body was not human. He was merely a soul beast—the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King!
After taking up residence within Tang Chen, he had gained control of this incomparably powerful body.
Yet the strength he could wield was only around that of a level ninety-seven or ninety-eight Peak Douluo.
Although such strength was already invincible in the current age.
Tang Hao, however, had the protagonist's plot armor. His strength simply could not be measured by Soul Power Level.
If Tang Hao truly disregarded his life and tried to destroy the City of Slaughter now.
Nothing else could be said for certain, but the City of Slaughter would definitely cease to exist.
And it was precisely because of the City of Slaughter's endless supply of blood that his true body, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, had been able to grow to this point.
If the City of Slaughter were destroyed, it