Tang Chen

Following the map Bibi Dong had given him, Huo Yuhao brought Wang Dong to a small town and entered a tavern. After glancing over the people inside, he walked straight to the bar counter. With a flick of his finger, a stream of Soul Power blasted a large hole through it, revealing a passage within.

Grasping Wang Dong's hand, Huo Yuhao leaped inside. After a Teleportation, the two arrived somewhere else.

A purple moon hung in the sky, and a black city stood ahead of them.

Wang Dong looked at the city curiously. "Is this Slaughter City?"

"Mm." Huo Yuhao nodded. "Let's go. There's no need to enter. We'll go directly to Tang Chen."

His Divine Sense spread out and locked onto the Slaughter King's location, making him frown.

There were far too many unsavory sights in Slaughter City. Murdering people in the streets and indulging in pleasure in the streets were commonplace. There was no need to let Dong'er see such things.

Soon, he found Tang Chen in a castle-like palace somewhere within Slaughter City. With a Teleportation, he brought Wang Dong there.

The room was spacious and dark, almost entirely filled with an oppressive dark crimson hue.

The Slaughter King sat upon an exceptionally massive chair. Seeing them suddenly appear before him, he seemed to let out a shriek that was anything but human before lunging at them.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

The Slaughter King asked in a low voice, yet viscous blood-red ripples continuously surged toward Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

Huo Yuhao frowned. A faint glint flashed through his eyes, and the Slaughter King froze in place.

The Slaughter King's pale face gradually flushed red. The wings on his back shattered, his hair slowly changed from red to black, and his eyes