Tang San Left the Capital of Slaughter; the Mutated Luo Sanpao
Capital of Slaughter.
The world is filled with the stench of blood and sin; the people here are insane and bloodthirsty.
Tang San stood on the arena, panting heavily, surrounded by fresh corpses.
Today, he finally achieved a hundred-game winning streak, raising his hands high and unleashing his terrifying and bloodthirsty killing aura without reservation.
An almost tangible killing intent formed a huge vortex in the air.
"Congratulations, young Asura King." A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.
The killing intent emanating from Tang San was instantly reversed the moment the voice rang out, forced back into his body, causing Tang San's face to turn deathly pale.
The atmosphere in the Capital of Slaughter instantly reached a fever pitch, because the man had arrived—a blood-red figure with bat wings on his back.
No one knew his background; all that was known was that he had parachuted into the Capital of Slaughter more than a decade ago, killed the previous King of Slaughter, and taken his place as the new King of Slaughter.
Tang San looked up at the King of Slaughter descending from the sky. The figure overlapped with that of his Tang Chen, in his memory, and his eyes were momentarily dazed.
The Asura God's Inheritance.
If nothing unexpected happens, his Asura God's Inheritance should still be with his great-grandfather. If possible, he wants to get the Asura Godhood back from his great-grandfather now.
With the support of the Asura God, he had the means to take revenge.
Unfortunately, he is parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, making it difficult for him to maintain his original nature. Tang San currently lacks the strength to fight the Bat King and can only wait until he becomes stronger in the future to return to the Capital of Slaughter and reclaim his Asura Godhood.
"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..."
The blood-red figure seemed to possess some kind of magic; the Fallen roared madly, showing no sign of stopping even when their voices were hoarse.
The King of Slaughter hovered in mid-air, looking down at Tang San. "I am delighted to witness the birth of a powerful warrior in the Slaughter Arena today."
Godwind Academy.
Yu Xiaogang introduced himself and was introduced to the college's conference room.
An elderly man with completely white hair and beard stood up with a smile as Yu Xiaogang entered the conference room, "I am Feng Xingkong, Dean of the Godwind Academy. Grandmaster Yu, you've finally arrived."
"Uh, Dean, hello." Yu Xiaogang was slightly taken aback, then chuckled awkwardly, "Please don't tease me. My previous book was nothing but a joke."
After he was able to resume his cultivation, he naturally gradually realized that there were some problems with the book he wrote, "Ten Core Competencies".
Leaving aside the fact that many theories are merely one-sided opinions with little basis, many of the inferences are also one-sided and narrow-minded.
I can only say that I was ignorant back then, and many of my conclusions could not withstand the scrutiny of real-world application.
"Haha, you're too modest, sir." Feng Xingkong said politely, his smile fading, and got to the point, "The Holy Son of the Eternal Church came two days ago with a divine decree, specifically requesting that you join the Godwind Academy Team."
"Join the Godwind Academy Team? What do you mean? Are you asking me to lead the team in the competition?" Yu Xiaogang's expression was strange. He felt that his older brother wouldn't be so hasty in arranging for him to be the team leader of an academy.
Putting aside any benefits this might bring to his elder brother, the dean of the Godwind Academy probably wouldn't believe in his abilities.
Feng Xingkong: "It's not about being a team leader, it's about joining the team and participating in the competition with the team members."
Yu Xiaogang: "..."
Are you serious?
He remained silent for a moment before finally managing to utter this sentence.
Feng Xingkong shook his head slightly and said solemnly, "This matter was personally conveyed by the Holy Son of the Eternal Church. I have no reason to refuse, nor dare I refuse."
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and asked, "Dean, do you know the rules of the competition?"
Feng Xingkong: "The competition rules state that only qualified high-level Soul Master Academy students are eligible to participate, and participants must be 25 years of age or older to participate."
Yu Xiaogang smiled wryly, "Since you know that you can't participate if you're 25 or older, then at my age of over 50, I've already lost my eligibility."
"The Holy Son has a way to solve your age problem." Feng Xingkong gave him a deep look and said with emotion, "Xiao Gang, go and meet your teammates. If you are outstanding, you might be able to compete for the captain's position."
He could tell that Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power cultivation was level 44, the same level as his grandson Feng Xiaotian. If he could defeat Feng Xiaotian, it wouldn't hurt to give up the captaincy.
Anyway, they don't expect to win the Soul Master Tournament; they just hope their ranking isn't too bad.
Promoting Yu Xiaogang to captain would benefit both the academy and the family.
Yu Xiaogang: "..."
What's going on here?
He never dreamed that he would one day participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academy, not as a team leader, but as a team member.
There are two sides to the story.
Tang San narrowly escaped death, fleeing the Hell Road, but immediately fainted upon jumping out of the entrance.
Unlike the original story, Tang San is now only a level 39 Soul Elder.
He was able to achieve a hundred-game winning streak in the Slaughter Hell Arena because the powerful Fallen Ones in the arena had already been slaughtered by the previous Slaughter God. Most of the remaining people were not very strong. He barely managed to achieve this by relying on the Clear Sky Sect's Self-Created Soul Skill and the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
Even though the Hell Road had been cleared out by the Slaughter God, the strange Soul Beast and species inside were beyond Tang San's ability to handle, let alone gain any unexpected benefits. He almost lost his life in the process.
Tang San's survival was largely due to luck.
The accumulated killing intent uncontrollably converged into the Clear Sky Shoot, forming the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
He lay on the grass, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, inhaling the fresh air, and truly felt that he had survived.
Even though I've become Evil Soul Master, I still don't want to stay in that bloody and oppressive environment of the Capital of Slaughter... Tang San sighed inwardly.
"After absorbing the Fallen for two years, my Soul Power Level should be able to reach level 50 in one go. I need to adjust my condition; it's time to go hunt Soul Beast."
Tang San exhaled a breath of turbid air, took out the century-old Spirit Bone, and summoned Luo Sanpao.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
A burst of blood-red light landed and transformed into a small pig with black and red fur and red eyes.
Because of the extreme environment of the Capital of Slaughter, Luo Sanpao inhaled a lot of filthy and bloody stench, causing the entire pig to mutate. It almost went out of control, but fortunately, Tang San used his Mysterious Heaven Skill to stabilize its aura.
Luo Sanpao took a couple of deep breaths, rubbed against Tang San's thigh, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao San, you've finally left that awful place."
"Yes, Sister Sanpao, I've finally left that place, but it won't be so easy for me to become stronger quickly in the future," Tang San sighed softly.
The Capital of Slaughter may be dangerous, but the outside world isn't safe either.
As long as the Eternal Church looms over him, he is a criminal wanted by the entire continent.
Within the Capital of Slaughter, one can freely devour the Fallen, but outside, the Eternal Church has taken over the Spirit Hall's power. On the surface, they appear respectable, but they have been relentlessly capturing the Fallen.