Tang Long got up from the ground and tied the black iron box tightly to his back.
"He died. To buy us time." Tang Long's voice was steady, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Tang Hu clenched his fists, and his bones made a crisp sound.
"From now on, we only have ourselves." Tang Hu stood up and pulled out a self-defense short knife from his waist.
In the darkness, two groups of faint blue flames suddenly lit up in front.
Accompanied by the sound of heavy hoofbeats, a heavily armed knight in black armor rode a tall war horse and slowly walked out of the shadows. The knight held a two-meter-long heavy sword in his hand, with blood still dripping from the blade.
"Welcome to Slaughter City." The voice of the black-armored knight was like two pieces of broken iron rubbing together, "I am Terror Knight Scott. Only by defeating me can you truly enter this paradise world. But before that, I want to remind you. All Soul Skill cannot be used here."
Tang Long was stunned. He immediately activated the Soul Power in his body and tried to summon his own Martial Soul.
Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand smoothly, but he was shocked to find that no matter how he pushed it, all the Spirit Ring that should have appeared had no movement. Soul Power could only circulate in the body and could not be released to form any skills.
"No need to waste your efforts." Scott raised the heavy sword in his hand, "Now, prepare to die."
The war horse neighed, its four hooves exerted force, and Scott rushed towards the four people like a heavy chariot.
The heavy sword drew a black half-moon-shaped trajectory in the air, slashing directly at the young disciple at the front.
The young disciple was frightened. He instinctively wanted to use Soul Skill to dodge, but found that his legs were as heavy as lead.
"Get away!" Tang Long roared and rushed towards him.
It's still a step too late.
Scott's heavy sword cut open the young disciple's neck without any obstruction. A big head was thrown into the air, and warm blood sprayed all over Tang Long's face.
Another young disciple was so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot, turned around and ran back.
Scott sneered. The war horse changed direction deftly and caught up with the fleeing young disciple. The heavy sword struck down hard from top to bottom, directly splitting the disciple Martial Soul in half. His internal organs and intestines flowed all over the floor.
In the blink of an eye, two companions died tragically.
Tang Long and Tang Hu's eyes instantly turned red.
"I'll kill you!" Tang Hu was like a crazy wild wolf, holding Clear Sky Hammer in both hands, advancing instead of retreating, and smashed into the heavy horse in the face of the charge.
Although they cannot use Soul Skill, they are already familiar with the basic hammering techniques of the Clear Sky Sect.
"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!"
Tang Hu relied on the inertia of the forward thrust, and his waist suddenly exerted force, driving all the strength of his body to converge on his arms. Clear Sky Hammer swung a large circle in the air and hit the horse's chest hard.
The sound of broken bones was heard. The war horse screamed, and the huge body fell to the ground.
Scott reacted very quickly. The moment the war horse fell to the ground, he kicked off his legs and jumped into the air. The heavy sword struck Tang Hu's head with a sharp sound of wind.
Tang Long also arrived at this time. He held his Clear Sky Hammer in both hands and swept it from the side towards Scott's waist.
If Scott continues to attack Tang Hu, he himself will be smashed to pieces by Tang Long.
Scott could only forcefully twist his waist in mid-air and use the broad blade of the heavy sword to block his side.
"Dang!"
A deafening metal collision echoed in the underground passage.
Fire Spark splashing.
Tang Long This hammer used all its strength and directly knocked Scott and his sword away. Scott hit the stone wall heavily and his helmet fell to the ground, revealing a shriveled and ugly face.
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Tang Long and Tang Hu slowly approaching, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"If you can defeat me purely by strength, you are qualified to enter." Scott wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointed to a huge black iron door behind him.
Tang Long did not continue to pursue. He knew that his and Tang Hu's physical strength had reached the bottom. If the fight continued, it was hard to say who would live and who would die.
He walked to the two dead companions, looked at them for a few times, then turned around and walked towards the black iron door without looking back.
Tang Hu dragged Clear Sky Hammer and limped behind.
Push open the iron door.
A strong smell of blood mixed with various smells of corruption hit his face.
What appeared before their eyes was a huge underground city.
The light in the city showed a strange dark red color. There were broken buildings and wandering black shadows everywhere.
There is no law, no morality here, only the most primitive killing.
As soon as Tang Long and Tang Hu walked into the streets of the outer city, they were targeted by a group of degenerates who looked like hungry wild dogs.
In this place, fresh blood and flesh are the most precious resources.
The battle broke out instantly.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, a dozen degenerates rushed forward with various weapons.
Tang Long and Tang Hu were back to back. The Clear Sky Hammer in their hands kept waving. Every time they hit it, a life would be taken away. Brains and blood were splashed all over their bodies.
But there were too many fallen ones. After a wave of killing, more people poured out from the dark alleys.
The two men retreated while fighting. Unknowingly, they had penetrated deep into the inner city area.
The Fallen in the inner city are more powerful. Their attacks are more deadly.
Tang Hu's left leg was hooked by a degenerate hiding in the dark with an iron hook, and a large piece of flesh was torn off. Even the bones were exposed. Tang Hu groaned in pain, and smashed the man's head into the cavity with a backhand hammer.
Tang Long's condition was not much better. His left eye was scratched by a poisonous arrow and swollen to the point where he could not open it completely. His body was covered with large and small stab wounds.
"Brother, I can't walk anymore." Tang Hu leaned against a stone pillar, breathing heavily. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand had become heavy, and it was difficult to even lift it.
Hundreds of fallen people were densely surrounding them. They looked at the two teenagers in the middle as if they were dead, and the weapons in their hands shone coldly under the red light.
Tang Long Take off the black iron box from your back.
He opened the box and took out the blood-stained parchment.
"We're not leaving." Tang Long used his remaining right eye to scan the surrounding garbage. Then he took a deep breath and gathered all the last bits of Soul Power in his body into his throat.
"Great-grandfather!"
"Tang Chen!"
"Clear Sky Sect people are here to find you!"
Tang Long's voice was like thunder, exploding in the sky over the entire inner city. He shouted three times in a row, the sound was so loud that his own vocal cords were torn, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
When the degenerates around him heard this name, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"This kid is out of his mind!"
"What a bullshit great-grandfather, in this place, Slaughter King is the only god!"
The Fallen raised their weapons and prepared for the final harvest.
Just then.
The sky over the entire inner city suddenly darkened.
The originally dark red light instantly turned into a sticky blood-black color. A terrifying pressure spread from the tallest spire in the center of the city.
All the Fallen froze on the spot. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Fallen fell to their knees on the ground like cut wheat. Everyone was trembling, and they did not even dare to raise their heads.
The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it was suffocating.
A blood-red figure soared into the sky from the top of the spire, streaking through the air with a long red light, and then slammed heavily into the open space in front of Tang Long and Tang Hu.
A deep pit was made on the ground and the dust dispersed.
A tall man stood at the bottom of the pit.
The man wore a gorgeous blood-red robe. His skin was as white as paper, without any blood color. His black hair was spread over his shoulders. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of broad blood-red bat wings on his back.
He slowly raised his head. Those eyes were completely blood red, without pupils, and exuded a cruel and violent light.
He is the absolute master of this underground world, Slaughter King.
Tang Long and Tang Hu looked at the monster in front of them. From the facial outline, they could vaguely see some shadows on the statues of previous sect leaders.
"Great... great-grandfather?" Tang Hu shouted tremblingly.
Slaughter King tilted his head. There was no trace of human emotion in his blood-red eyes.
"Who gave you the courage to call me by my name in this city?" Slaughter King's voice was erratic, with a metallic texture that made people feel scalp numb.
He slowly raised his right hand.
A ball of scarlet light condensed in his palm.
Before Tang Long and Tang Hu could react, the red light turned into a bolt of lightning and directly penetrated Tang Hu's chest.
"Pfft."
Tang Hu was carried flying by this huge force and hit the stone wall behind him heavily. A blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest. His heart had been completely destroyed.
"Tang Hu!" Tang Long's eyes were about to burst. He threw away the parchment and rushed towards Tang Hu like crazy.
Tang Hu was leaning against the wall. Blood with fragments of internal organs was pouring out of his mouth. His life was rapidly passing away.
He looked at the towering Slaughter King not far away. The life-saving straw that they had desperately searched for across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Now he has become the god of death who wants to kill them.
Tang Hu laughed. He laughed miserably.
He pointed at Slaughter King with a bloody finger and cursed with the last bit of strength in his life.
"What kind of bullshit great-grandfather are you..."
"The sect is gone... hundreds of people in the sect... the old, weak, women and children... were all killed by that Qin Feng!"
"My father... my grandfather... their bones were all crushed by people!"
"You old monster... just hide... in such a dark place... and become the king of this bunch of trash!"
"You don't deserve the surname Tang..."
Tang Hu's head suddenly dropped. His eyes stared at Slaughter King, losing the last trace of brilliance.
Don't die with peace of mind.
Slaughter King looked at the dead Tang Hu. A faint fluctuation seemed to flash through his blood-red eyes, but it was soon replaced by endless violence.
"Noisy bugs." Slaughter King snorted coldly. He raised his hand again, ready to kill the remaining one.
Tang Long stood up slowly.
His left eye was still bleeding, and his right eye was full of crazy killing intent.
He did not pick up the parchment on the ground. Instead, he held the hammer handle of Clear Sky Hammer tightly with both hands.
The qi and blood in the body burned. Tang Long directly sacrificed his own life force.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black, five Spirit Ring forcibly broke through the rule suppression of Slaughter City and lit up on Clear Sky Hammer.
"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!"
Tang Long let out a roar that did not sound like a human voice. His whole body turned into a black whirlwind and rushed towards Slaughter King.
"Old sect master Tang Xiao had his throat crushed by Qin Feng!"
Tang Long yelled every time he swung the hammer.
The first hammer hit. Slaughter King didn't dodge at all. He just stretched out a finger and blocked the several-kilogram hammer.
"Second uncle Tang Hao, his arms were broken by a punch from Qin Feng! Clear Sky Hammer was beaten into scrap metal!"
The second hammer, the third hammer. Tang Long is spinning crazily in the air. The power on Clear Sky Hammer is doubled.
The huge wind pressure knocked over all the fallen ones around.
"The main hall of the sect was razed to the ground! All the tablets were trampled into powder!"
Tang Long's body could no longer withstand this violent force, his skin was split inch by inch, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
"Tang Chen! You old bastard! Look at your descendants!"
Tang Long swung the final eighty-one hammer. This was the strongest blow he had ever swung in his life.
With all his unwillingness, all his resentment, all his despair, he hit Slaughter King hard on the head.
Slaughter King finally showed a hint of impatience on his pale face.
He slapped Clear Sky Hammer with his backhand.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise.
Tang Long, the proud Clear Sky Hammer, came out directly and smashed into the far wall.
Slaughter King's palm remained unabated, and five sharp-knife fingers were inserted directly into Tang Long's chest. It was torn apart on both sides with force.
Blood rained all over the sky.
Tang Long's body was torn in half. The internal organs, along with hot blood, were all sprayed on Slaughter King's body and face.
The two halves of the corpse hit the ground heavily. The right eye was still staring at Slaughter King.
The entire inner city was silent. There was only the sound of wind blowing blood.
Slaughter King stood in a pool of blood. He shook off the flesh residue on his nails.
He looked down at the two broken bodies on the ground.
Get ready to turn around and fly back to the spire.
Suddenly, his body froze.
What dripped on his cheek was Tang Long hot blood.
That blood carries the aura of pure direct bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect.
This breath was like a red-hot sharp knife, stabbing into the deepest part of Slaughter King's soul without any warning.
Immediately afterwards.
"Old sect leader Tang Xiao, his throat was crushed!"
"Tang Hao is deposed!"
"The sect was razed to the ground!"
The roars of Tang Long and Tang Hu before they died began to echo crazily in Slaughter King's mind. It became louder and louder, becoming more and more deafening. It was like hundreds of war drums beating simultaneously in Slaughter King's mind.
Slaughter King's blood-red eyes suddenly shrank violently.
He suddenly hugged his head and dug ten fingers into his scalp.
"Ah--!"
A painful, miserable howl burst from his throat.
This howl does not sound like a human being at all, but more like an injured ancient Ferocious Beast.
A pure black air flow suddenly burst out from Slaughter King's chest. This black air flow started a crazy fight with the original blood-red mist on his body.