"Dad, are you planning to send me back to the Clear Sky Sect?"
In Tang San's eyes, as the foremost of the Upper Three Sects, the Clear Sky Sect was naturally the safest place.
Besides—he had already learned from Tang Hao that his uncle, Tang Xiao, was the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. It was the safest place, and the best place for him to settle down for now.
Once he returned to the Clear Sky Sect, he wouldn't just get the best resources to develop the potential of his Twin Martial Souls; he also wouldn't have to worry about the pursuit of Spirit Hall and Qian Wuyou.
However, faced with Tang San's hopeful expression, Tang Hao shook his head, his eyes betraying helplessness and self-reproach.
"Little San, I was expelled from the sect a long time ago. Before I've earned the sect's forgiveness, how could I have the face to return to the Clear Sky Sect?
"I originally planned to have your aunt return to the sect and tell your uncle about your Twin Martial Souls and your Innate Full Soul Power talent. I hoped he could use your talent to persuade the other elders."
"But unfortunately—before I could even put my plan into action, the two of you encountered Spirit Hall's purge at Shrek Academy.
"With your current Soul Power Level, it'll be difficult for your uncle to persuade the other sect elders. After all, the Clear Sky Sect is a place where strength matters. If you went back like this, you wouldn't convince anyone.
"So, I plan to send you somewhere to train. If you can return from that training, you'll have a reason to go back to the Clear Sky Sect..."
After hearing Tang Hao's explanation, Tang San's expression darkened.
In his heart, he silently added every elder who opposed their return to the sect to his list.
They belonged to the same clan and sect, yet they were constantly targeting and suppressing his father, Tang Hao. Those sect elders all deserved to die.
All the Clear Sky Sect elders: "Uh..."
What the hell do you mean, we all deserve to die?
You double-standard Little Scumbag have the nerve to say that about us?
Ptooey!
One mouthful of spit from this old man could drown you, you shameless Little Scumbag.
When Tang San came back to himself, he asked Tang Hao what he had planned.
"Dad, where are you planning to send me to train?"
Tang Hao gently patted Tang San on the shoulder, then spoke.
"Little San, I'm planning to send you to train in the Capital of Slaughter."
"The Capital of Slaughter???"
"Mm! That's right! The Capital of Slaughter!"
"Dad, what kind of place is the Capital of Slaughter?"
"The Capital of Slaughter is a place filled with slaughter and death. It's also a training ground where you can rapidly improve your strength and killing intent."
"Uh..."
Well, well, well. Just hearing Tang Hao's brief explanation had already made Tang San's hair stand on end.
What the hell—could any human live in that place?
As Tang San's scalp prickled, Tang Hao began explaining the Capital of Slaughter in detail.
"Little San—the Capital of Slaughter is paradise for the fallen and hell for the weak. As long as you don't have a Slaughter Domain, it doesn't matter whether you're an ordinary person or a Titled Douluo. Once you enter the Capital of Slaughter, you won't be able to use Soul Ring skills. You'll have to rely on your own techniques to survive.
"There's a large Hell Slaughter Arena in the Capital of Slaughter. Each match has ten contestants, and the condition for victory is simple: you have to kill the other nine people in your group. You could say it's a narrow escape from death."
The Hell Slaughter Arena is a dangerous place, but it can also rapidly improve your strength and killing intent. Once you win a hundred matches, you can venture onto the Road to Hell. If you make it through, you'll earn the title of Slaughter God and the Divine Slaughter's Domain."
"Once you leave the Capital of Slaughter, your accumulated Soul Power will increase by a great deal. The Divine Slaughter's Domain can boost your combat strength by twenty percent, while suppressing and weakening your enemies' strength by ten percent."
After learning what the Divine Slaughter's Domain could do, Tang San's eyes lit up.
It could boost his combat strength by twenty percent while weakening his enemies by ten percent. Combined, that amounted to a thirty percent increase in combat strength. Wasn't this Divine Slaughter's Domain just too powerful?
"Dad, if we can't use Soul Skills in the Capital of Slaughter, can I use the Hidden Weapons I made there?"
Tang San asked the question with great trepidation.
When Soul Skills couldn't be used, a Soul Master's physical abilities were tied to their strength.
If he was at a disadvantage in Soul Power Level, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons were his best way to turn things around.
"Little San, you can use your Hidden Weapons!"
"Other than Soul Ring skills, you can use Self-Created Soul Skills, Soul Bone Skills, and even some less-than-honorable methods..."
Tang Hao's words made Tang San even more excited.
Though he didn't have any Soul Bone Skills, he had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Mysterious Jade Hand, Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.
On top of that—he had Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, his ultimate weapon. He could slaughter his way through the entire Hell Slaughter Arena in the Capital of Slaughter.
Since Soul Skills couldn't be used, he was confident that the power of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons would let him kill even a Titled Douluo.
"Dad, when are we leaving?"
Tang San was brimming with enthusiasm, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Little San, if you're ready, we can leave now..."
Tang Hao finished speaking and quietly waited for Tang San's answer.
"Dad, I'm ready..."
Tang San had barely finished speaking when Tang Hao nodded. He then took Tang San out of Nuoding City and headed straight for the Capital of Slaughter.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
After Qian Wuyou and the others returned to the Ice God Secret Realm, they ran into a particularly troublesome problem.
Looking at the great quantities of resources and ore brought back from the Clan Treasury, Qian Wuyou, Qian Wulu, Tianzhen, and Wuxie exchanged glances. They stared at one another, utterly stumped.
In the end, Qian Wulu, the chief steward, was the first to speak and break the silence.
"Big Brother, we can't just leave all this ore we worked so hard to mine sitting in the storeroom forever, can we?"
"Our Angel Clan doesn't have anyone who knows how to forge weapons or make armor. Clan Chief, you'd better come up with a solution, and fast..."
Well, you really couldn't make this stuff up.
Neither the Radical Faction Angel Clan in the Ice God Secret Realm nor the Conservative Faction Angel Clan in Spirit City had anyone who knew how to forge weapons or make armor.
"Uh..."
"Let me think about that..."
Faced with the problem of forging weapons and making armor, Qian Wuyou instinctively glanced at Tianzhen and Wuxie.
"Clan Chief, we can't help you there..."
Tianzhen and Wuxie exchanged a helpless look.
If Qian Wuyou wanted them to chop people up, they wouldn't hesitate. They'd grab their Angel Holy Swords, charge in, and say, "Let's just kick their asses!"
But when it came to forging weapons and making armor, they were genuinely clueless...
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