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City of Slaughter.

Tang Hao lay on a stone bed, the wound on his abdomen healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His consciousness drifted in the darkness for a long time, so long that he thought he was already dead.

Then, he saw a face with features seven parts similar to his own.

A name buried deep in the recesses of his memory surfaced from the depths of his soul.

"Grandfather?"

Tang Chen looked at his grandson and smiled slightly; he had used the unique properties of the City of Slaughter to heal Tang Hao.

"Mm."

Hearing this, Tang Hao's eye sockets turned red in an instant; for all these years, he had believed his grandfather was dead.

"Grandfather, you are still alive... How are you here... Where is this?"

"The City of Slaughter. I have been here for many years."

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly. So, his grandfather, the legend of the Clear Sky Sect and one of the strongest men on the continent, had actually been trapped here all this time?

Tang Chen saw the confusion in Tang Hao's eyes and spoke, "Hao'er, I do not have much time left."

"Grandfather, what are you saying..."

Tang Chen did not answer his question but continued, "That child, Tang San, possesses great fortune and great opportunity. He is the successor designated by the Asura God."

"Only I can save him now. I will give him all of my power—my spirit rings, spirit bones, martial soul, life force... everything."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's mind went completely blank, his eyes filled with incredulous shock and terror.

"No! Grandfather, you cannot!"

"There must be another way, there must be!"

His son had been chosen by a god, and his grandfather was going to sacrifice himself to save his son, yet he could do nothing, could change nothing.

"Is there really no other way?"

Tang Chen shook his head.

"From now on, the Clear Sky Sect will depend on you and your son."

"After I sacrifice myself, you will stay in the City of Slaughter to look after Tang San and have him begin the Asura God Trial as soon as possible."

With that, he walked to the side of the stone platform where Tang San lay.

The sacrifice began.

A pillar of red light erupted from the King of Slaughter Mansion, tearing a massive hole in the dark red sky above the City of Slaughter.

Long-absent sunlight spilled through.

The entire city trembled under the shroud of this power, and the residents of the City of Slaughter prostrated themselves on the ground, shivering.

Tang Chen's body began to dissolve from his limbs, bit by bit, into red specks of light that dissipated into the air.

His spirit rings, spirit bones, martial soul, and life force were all extracted and converted into a stream of pure energy, which was then injected into Tang San's body.

"Tell Tang San..."

"He must carry forward the Clear Sky Sect..."

As the last word fell, Tang Chen's body vanished completely.

Tang Hao's tears gushed out like a bursting dam; he knelt beside the stone bed, his body trembling violently.

At the same time, Tang San's corpse began to glow with a dark red light.

His wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his heartbeat resumed, and his blood began to flow once more.

Tang Hao was stunned, holding his son who was gradually warming up, tears streaming down his face.

"Tang San..."

"Wake up quickly..."

When Tang San woke up, three days had already passed.

He opened his eyes to see Tang Hao's haggard face.

"Dad..."

Tang Hao grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as if afraid he might run away again.

"It is good that you are awake, it is good... But your great-grandfather!"

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly. Great-grandfather? He had never heard that he had a great-grandfather.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San's bewildered expression and remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, he told Tang San the whole story from beginning to end.

Great-grandfather?

He had never met this man, nor had he ever known of his existence.

Yet this person died for him.

"Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, you have already invited your own death!"

Just then, a sudden chill swept over, and Tang San realized something was wrong with his body.

He reached down to check, and it was flat... where did it go?

His heart instantly leaped into his throat.

No... it couldn't be!

He hurriedly looked down to inspect, only to find it empty—nothing was there!

His hanging heart finally died!

Tang San's mind went blank in that instant, his entire body frozen in place.

"AH!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream erupted from his throat, the sound so piercing it didn't seem like something a young man could produce.

Tang Hao was so startled by the scream that he sprang up from his chair.

"San, what's wrong?"

"It's gone..."

Tang Hao asked, "What's gone?"

He followed Tang San's gaze.

His brain let out a boom.

"You bastard! You absolute bastard!"

"Gu Qingshan, you stole Ah Yin, and you even cut Tang San—you... you will die a horrible death!"

He had to tear him into ten thousand pieces, mince him into meat paste, and slice him up to feed the dogs!

If looks could kill, Gu Qingshan would have been reincarnated at least two and a half times by now.

A long while later, the father and son finally calmed down a little.

Tang San gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, that little bastard, his name is Gu Qingshan?"

Tang Hao looked at him, his lips trembling slightly: "Gu Qingshan, Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, disciple of Bibi Dong."

Tang San's eyes were as vicious as a viper's: "He killed Xiao Wu, caused the death of Great-Grandfather, stole Mother, and cut off my..."

"In heaven or on earth, I will make him pay back a hundredfold! He will have no place to be buried!"

Tang Hao looked at Tang San's twisted face and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

The gentleness and composure from before were gone, replaced by a sinister and ruthless glare.

Their family had truly been ruined by this little bastard.

Tang Hao's teeth ground together, his hands clenched into tight fists.

This grudge must be avenged!

"San, you must pull yourself together and not let Great-Grandfather's intentions go to waste."

Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder firmly. In these three days, Tang San had lost a lot of weight; his clothes hung on him as if draped over a coat rack, loose and empty.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his lips were cracked and peeling, and he looked like an eggplant withered by frost.

"You are destined to become a god!"

Tang San's body shuddered violently.

Become a god?

These two words struck his heart like a thunderbolt.

Great-Grandfather was a Limit Douluo, one of the strongest men on the continent, but he never crossed that threshold; he never pushed open the door leading to the divine realm before he died.

But he was different; he was the successor designated by the Asura God.

He raised his head to look at his father, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with a frenzied light.

"As long as I become a god, my physical body will surely be reconstructed."

"Won't I be able to be a man again?"

Tang San flipped off the stone platform and shouted at the sky, "There is hope! Hahaha..."

Seeing his son finally recover from the blow, Tang Hao felt immense relief.

"By the way, your great-grandfather instructed that you should only participate in the Asura God Trial after reaching level fifty as a Spirit King."

Tang San had completely regained his confidence; his goal was to reach level fifty as quickly as possible and then participate in the god trial.

"Fine, I will go to the Hell Slaughter Arena to train."

"Gu Qingshan."

"Wait for me!"