Conversation with Tang Hao

At the time, he thought he had accidentally revealed his aura. But after thinking back, he realized that it wasn't him who had revealed it, but Fu Shiyan's mental strength was too strong. It was so strong that even Soul Emperor like him could detect the aura fluctuations of Titled Douluo- level expert.

Now, Brother Fu has become Titled Douluo, and even after these past few years, he still doesn't know exactly how high Brother Fu's cultivation level is.

But I'm sure she's definitely surpassed him.

Just how terrifying must Brother Fu's spiritual power be?

Tang Hao dared not think about it.

Fu Shiyan looked at his expression and said calmly:

"Therefore, under my mental detection, I am constantly observing the Slaughter King's every move."

Until a few days ago--

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became serious:

"I keenly sensed an unusual fluctuation emanating from the Slaughter King's body."

"That fleeting aura contained an aura that was exactly the same as Brother Tang's!"

"From the same lineage?!"

A thought suddenly flashed through Tang Hao's mind, his eyes widened abruptly, and his voice rose several decibels:

"You mean... the Clear Sky Hammer?!"

Fu Shiyan nodded heavily and continued:

"That's right. That's the unique aura possessed by the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, which is exactly the same as Brother Tang's."

Clear Sky Hammer.

Martial Soul that only those with direct bloodlines can possess.

Among the direct descendants of the sect, besides himself and his Xiao San, only his grandfather has been missing for many years!

Tang Hao's breathing suddenly became rapid. His mind was in chaos, with all sorts of thoughts surging like Jingtao.

Clear Sky Hammer. Slaughter City. Slaughter King.

Could it be... that the Slaughter King is actually my grandfather?!

This is the only possibility.

My grandfather spent his entire life searching for the Godhood Inheritance. How could he possibly not come to the City of Slaughter City, the place where the Asura God and the Rakshasa God passed on their lineage?

The Slaughter King possesses the Asura Divine Power and the aura of the Clear Sky Hammer...

Who else could it be but my grandfather?

But... how is that possible?

If the Slaughter King is truly my grandfather, why didn't he acknowledge me when we met, nor did he show any sign of familiarity?

Tang Hao's hands trembled slightly, his eyes filled with a complex light—shock, disbelief, and a long-suppressed anticipation.

Having received a definitive answer from Fu Shiyan, he was now 70% certain of the outcome.

He couldn't hear a word Fu Shiyan said next.

At this moment, he was solely focused on verifying his own ideas.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, looked up at Fu Shiyan, forced a smile, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for informing me, Brother Fu!"

After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the core of the Slaughter City.

Upon seeing this, Fu Shiyan frowned and cursed inwardly, "What a brute," but she didn't show it on her face.

He flashed forward, blocking Tang Hao's path, and said urgently:

"Brother Tang, wait a moment!"

Tang Hao paused, turned around in confusion, and frowned. "Brother Fu, why are you stopping me?"

Fu Shiyan looked at him and asked, "Brother Tang, are you going to find the Slaughter King?"

Tang Hao nodded, and said in a gruff voice with a matter-of-fact air, "Of course! If he really is my grandfather, I..."

"Brother Tang, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Fu Shiyan raised her hand to interrupt him, gave a wry smile, and said in a tone of helplessness:

"It seems that Brother Tang only focused on the relationship between the Slaughter King and Senior Tang Chen, and didn't listen to anything else I said earlier."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

He really didn't listen to what I was saying.

It's not that I don't want to listen, it's that my brain just can't process it anymore.

Those thoughts buzzed in his mind, consuming all his attention.

Looking at him like this, Fu Shiyan shook her head and slowly said:

"What I just said was that, besides the aura of the Clear Sky Hammer within the Slaughter King, I also sensed an even more malevolent aura."

Tang Hao's brows furrowed even more. He scratched his head and said in a gruff voice:

"Oh, Brother Fu, just tell me straight! Who exactly is this person? My mind can't figure out these complicated things!"

Fu Shiyan narrowed her eyes slightly and said, word by word:

"Based on my speculation, the most likely candidate is Bibi Dong, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall."

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and he blurted out, "Bibi Dong?! She? How could she be in this Slaughter City?"

Fu Shiyan shook her head. "I don't know either. But I think it should be related to the Rakshasa Inheritance."

Tang Hao frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Is it the prophecy you mentioned before?"

"That's right." Fu Shiyan nodded, her tone grave. "It seems that Bibi Dong is the prophesied successor to the Rakshasa."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then looked up at Fu Shiyan and asked, "So what are your plans?"

Fu Shiyan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the darkness shrouded in purple moonlight in the distance, and slowly said:

"I plan to go with Brother Tang to investigate whether the Slaughter King is indeed Senior Tang Chen, and Bibi Dong's purpose is in appearing in the Slaughter City."

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He looked at Fu Shiyan and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Fu, you haven't traversed the Hell Road yet, have you? The Slaughter City imposes restrictions on your Spirit Ring..."

Fu Shiyan shook her head, interrupting him in a light tone:

"Brother Tang, there's no need to worry. The restrictions imposed on Spirit Ring by the Slaughter City are actually a kind of domain."

He raised his hand, and a dark purple light appeared in his palm.

The light emanated a chilling aura of Destruction, standing out starkly in the darkness.

"Having undergone the God Trial of the God of Destruction, I am capable of remaining unaffected by this domain."

Tang Hao looked at the dark purple light, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he regained his composure.

He nodded and said in a gruff voice:

"That's good."

He paused, then pressed on, "When do we set off?"

Fu Shiyan shook her head and looked at the huge circular building in the distance.

"Let's wait a while longer. Brother Tang, the Slaughter King must have already noticed your arrival in the Slaughter City."

He turned to look at Tang Hao and continued, "Our best chance is to wait until Xiao San and the others complete their winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"At that time, the Slaughter King will naturally appear—that will be the best time for us to strike."

Tang Hao followed his gaze and saw the Skeleton sculpture of the Hell Slaughter Arena faintly visible in the distance under the purple moonlight. Purple flames burned in the Skeleton's eyes, emitting an eerie light in the darkness.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Alright. I'll listen to Brother Fu."

Fu Shiyan's lips curled up slightly, and a deep light flashed in her eyes.