Upon arriving at the Slaughter Palace, Tang Hao looked at the King of Slaughter and the other four, his brows furrowing slightly. He could sense that all four of them were extremely powerful.
"Welcome back to the City of Slaughter, God of Slaughter Tang Hao." The King of Slaughter spoke, pointing to a chair beside him. "Have a seat!"
Tang Hao did not stand on ceremony. He walked over and sat down, then asked, "King of Slaughter, what exactly happened to the City of Slaughter?"
The King of Slaughter did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Tang Hao, what was your purpose in coming to the City of Slaughter?"
Hearing this, Tang Hao felt somewhat displeased, but he still answered, "I originally intended to let my son train here. But seeing what the City of Slaughter has become, it seems there is no way for him to train here anymore."
"I see." The King of Slaughter replied calmly, then introduced the others. "Allow me to introduce them. These are the Fallen Angel, the Underworld Messenger, the Evil Dragon, and the Zombie King. The four of them are the Four Slaughter Gods of Hell. Like you, they each won one hundred matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. I also bestowed upon them the title of God of Slaughter. The only difference is that they never went to Hell Road."
Listening to the King of Slaughter, Tang Hao understood. No wonder he had felt that these people were so powerful—they were also experts who had won one hundred consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"The City of Slaughter has existed for a thousand years, and now it has encountered a crisis rarely seen in a millennium. The City of Slaughter is about to be completely destroyed."
"What? Destroyed?" Tang Hao looked