Slaughter Town.
Tang Xiao and Tang San walked along the streets of the town.
Suddenly, Tang Xiao stopped and turned to look at Tang San.
"Little San, Slaughter City is filled with vicious, bloodthirsty desperadoes. Once you enter, you must proceed with caution. You must not let your guard down."
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll be fine," Tang San said confidently.
Tang Xiao raised a hand and patted Tang San's shoulder. "Of course I believe in you. But remember, you must come out alive."
"I will." Tang San nodded heavily.
"Mm, let's go."
The father and son said no more and entered a small tavern side by side.
The tavern was dimly lit.
The air was thick with the mingled stench of cheap alcohol and blood.
Several burly men sat in small groups around a few battered wooden tables. Their gazes were fierce, and they radiated hostility.
When they saw someone enter, they all raised their heads and sized up the newcomers.
Tang San's expression did not change as his right hand silently drew out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
The mechanisms clicked.
Several bolts shot out.
The bolts were astonishingly fast. Before those men could react, they were struck and fell one after another.
The entire process flowed smoothly. From the moment he attacked to the moment it ended, only a single breath had passed, yet every one of them had been dealt with.
Tang San then stowed the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in his Soul Tool, walked to the bar, and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly exerted force with both arms. Carrying tremendous force, the Clear Sky Hammer smashed heavily into the ground.
Boom—!
Wood chips flew everywhere as a pitch-black hole was blasted into the floor. A bone-chilling, sinister aura surged