Black and red lights flashed alternately on his body.
In mid-air, a huge Asura God Sword shadow with dark golden magic patterns all over its body loomed.
"Get out! Get out of my body!"
Slaughter King made two completely different sounds from his mouth.
One is the erratic and sharp voice from before. "This body of yours belongs to me! You have been sleeping for decades, never want to come out again!"
The other is a rich man's voice, full of endless majesty and violent anger. "Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King! You beast! I will cut you into pieces!"
That's the voice of Tang Chen.
Those two pools of corpses stained with the blood of their relatives, and those two tragic reports about the sect's destruction awakened Ultimate Douluo, who had been suppressed by Bat King Parasite for decades.
Asura God Trial The mental shackles brought about by the backlash, stimulated by extreme grief and blood, caused huge cracks.
At this moment, Tang Chen's soul exploded with terrifying power that ordinary people could not even imagine.
"No! You can't do this! You are crazy! We will all die if we do this!" Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's voice was full of panic. It felt that the host was burning the power of the soul desperately.
"Death?" Tang Chen's rich voice revealed a desperate determination, "My sect is gone! You have killed all my grandchildren! What use do I have with this tattered body!"
The black airflow gradually took over.
The pair of huge blood-colored bat wings behind Slaughter King began to twitch violently. Then, with a muffled "pop" sound, the left wing was broken from the root. Black blood shot out like a fountain.
"Ah!" Bat King screamed in despair.
Immediately afterwards, the right wing was torn off by an invisible force.
Slaughter King knelt heavily on the ground. He punched the ground crazily with both fists. With each punch, a huge pit appeared on the hard black stone ground. The entire inner city was shaking violently with his fists.
The short black hair quickly turned white from the roots. In just a few breaths, the black hair turned into dazzling white hair like winter snow.
The paleness on his face receded, revealing a face full of fortitude and a face that was as old as a knife. That face was strikingly similar to Tang Long, who was lying in a pool of blood.
The blood-red eyes slowly lost their turbid violence, replaced by the ultimate deep black.
Wake up.
Tang Chen stood up slowly.
The consciousness that originally belonged to Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King has been crushed into nothingness by his overbearing methods.
This body finally returned to his control again.
However, he was not happy at all.
Tang Chen lowered his head and looked at the two mutilated corpses at his feet.
He saw the parchment stained with blood.
Tang Chen bent down and picked up the parchment with trembling hands that had killed countless powerful enemies and even Qian Daoliu was afraid of them.
The familiar handwriting on it came into view. It was the last handwriting left by his biological son.
That was Clear Sky Sect's last letter for help.
Tang Chen's eyes moved along the parchment scroll. He saw the Clear Sky Hammer embedded in the far wall. Although the hammer body was not big, the unique forging process and familiar patterns all told him a cruel fact.
These two young men who were torn apart by his own hands were his great-grandsons.
It is the last bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Chen's chest heaved violently. He clutched the parchment roll tightly, and his fingers made a tooth-piercing friction sound due to excessive force.
"Xiao'er is dead... Hao'er is useless..."
"My sect... is gone?"
Tang Chen murmured to himself. The voice was very soft, but it contained an extremely cold feeling that made one's soul tremble.
Tears fell from the corners of the eyes of the ninety-nine-level Ultimate Douluo. They dripped on the parchment roll in his hand, smearing the blood on it.
The next second.
Tang Chen raised his head.
"Qin--Feng--!!!"
A roar that shook the sky rolled out from Tang Chen's throat.
This roar was mixed with a terrifying level of cultivation at the level of a demigod.
The sound turned into physical sound waves, centered on Tang Chen, sweeping wildly in all directions.
The hundreds of fallen people kneeling on the ground around them didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies instantly exploded into clouds of blood mist under the impact of this terrifying sound wave.
At this moment, the entire Slaughter City ushered in the real doomsday.
Tang Chen's body erupted into a dark golden light pillar that shot straight into the dome.
The ninety-nine level of peerless pressure, coupled with the killing energy Asura God Trial had accumulated for decades, was released without reservation.
The ground began to crack crazily. Bottomless cracks spread across the streets of the inner city.
In the distance, Hell Slaughter Arena, this solid building known as the core of the underground world, let out an overwhelmed wail under the pressure of Tang Chen. The huge load-bearing columns broke one after another. The magnificent dome collapsed, burying all the thousands of degenerates inside alive.
The blood-red magma in the underground river lost its restraint and poured out crazily along the cracks on the surface. The high temperature instantly ignited the surrounding buildings. The firelight reflected the dark underground world red.
The ordinary degenerates in the outer city didn't even know what was happening. They just felt a tightness in their chests, and their hearts were crushed to pieces by the terrifying pressure in the air. Thousands of people fell to the ground, turning into corpses.
The proud rule of "Soul Skill cannot be used" was like a ridiculous soap bubble that was popped to pieces in the face of this demigod power that could tear apart space.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.
Tang Chen stood in the sky filled with blood rain and fire.
He didn't know when a dark red giant sword with a length of two meters appeared in his hand. The sword was covered with strange magic patterns and emitted a red light that was more dazzling than blood.
Asura God Sword.
Tang Chen raised his head, his white hair fluttering in the strong wind. Those pure black eyes burned with a vengeful fury that could burn the entire continent to ashes.
He glanced at the two corpses on the ground and put the parchment close to his body.
"Qin Feng." Tang Chen's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, "You destroy my whole family and kill my descendants."
"I return to the world today."
"I will pull out your muscles and bones, pull out your soul, and roast it on the real fire of hell for ten thousand years, in order to sacrifice hundreds of heroic souls to me, Clear Sky Sect!"
The voice fell.
Tang Chen's legs kicked off the ground violently.
The whole person turned into a dark red meteor that broke through the void. It directly smashed into the rock formations above Slaughter City and soared towards the world on the surface.
Behind him, this sinful city that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years was turned into a ruins of flames due to the intrusion of magma and the collapse of the formation.
When they heard the words that popped up in the diary, the faces of the girls in every corner of Heaven Dou City all changed.
[Little Witch]: Tang Chen? Clear Sky Sect That ancestor who disappeared for decades? He is not dead? He even came to see Brother Feng?
[My Cat Is White and Big]: Level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo... Will Brother Feng be in danger?
[Bunny Is Cutest]: Stop worrying so much! Qin Feng is so perverted, even Tang Hao can be defeated with one punch, so what an old man!
[Poison Fairy]: That is a demigod-level existence! My grandfather said that that is the real ceiling for Soul Master World! No matter how strong Qin Feng is, he is still a young man, so he is in big trouble now!
[I Have No Mother]: Notify Spirit Hall immediately! This level of battle is enough to destroy most of Heaven Dou City!
[Pope]: It's too late. With Tang Chen's strength, unless Qian Daoliu personally takes action, no matter how many people go there, they will die. Everyone, stay where they are, and no one is allowed to interfere!
Qin Feng Of course you can't see the anxiety and shock that fills the screen.
Even if he saw it, he would just laugh it off.
His eyes turned back to half a day ago.
"Bang!"
A large hole was torn open in the sky by the dark red light.
Tang Chen rushed out of the ground in the far west, with billowing smoke and dust behind him, and the whole person was lifted directly above the clouds several thousand meters high.
The cold wind from high altitude blew on my face like a knife.
This was the wind of the human world that he had not felt in decades.
At this time, Tang Chen was wearing a tattered red robe, and his white hair was fluttering in the wind.
He identified the direction and flew directly towards the mountains outside the Heaven Dou Empire imperial capital without stopping for a moment.
That is the hidden place of the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Chen moved extremely fast, like a meteor soaked in blood, drawing a long red line in the sky.
Days and nights of racing.
He never stopped to take a breath, nor did he take a bite of food or drink a drop of water.
All he could think about was what Tang Long and Tang Hu looked like before they died.
They were all words that they shouted out in tears.
"Xiao'er is dead... Hao'er is useless..."
"The sect is gone..."
These few words were like barbed iron hooks hooked on his heart, making him tremble with pain every time his heart beat.
He wanted to see everything clearly and see what had become of the sect that he had laid down and protected for his whole life.
Snowy Mountains.
The mountain peaks were originally covered with snow all year round, but now large areas of snow have melted, exposing the dark brown rocks underneath.
There were traces of charred blackness everywhere, the aftermath of the Titled Douluo level battle.
Tang Chen landed on the top of a mountain.
He remembered clearly that this was the only way to the Clear Sky Sect's last line of defense.
There should have been an iron cable bridge hanging over the abyss ahead. It was the only channel connecting the main peak of the Clear Sky Sect.
Now, there is no bridge.
There were only a few broken thick iron chains, hanging alone on the edge of the cliff. As the cold wind hit the stone wall, they made a clanging sound. The fractures of the iron chains were very smooth, and it was obvious that they were cut off by a heavy weapon.
Tang Chen walked forward and picked up half of the chain hanging with ice stubble.
"Even the chain bridge was broken..."
Tang Chen let go of his hand, and the chain fell off the cliff. With a kick of his feet, he flew into the air, directly crossed the abyss up to a kilometer wide, and landed steadily on the main peak of the Clear Sky Sect.
As soon as it landed.
The sight that caught his eye made Ultimate Douluo freeze in his tracks.
The gate is gone.
What originally stood here was a huge archway made of a whole piece of granite, with three large Chinese characters "Clear Sky Sect" engraved on it. It was carved out by him with a hammer.
Now, the archway is broken into large and small debris all over the ground.
The surrounding ground is full of holes and pits, all of which are terrifying deep pits smashed by huge forces.
The soil turned dark black. It looked like it had been soaked in human blood and then dried.
Tang Chen opened his legs and continued walking inside.
The further he walked in, the more the surrounding scenes made his heart feel like it was being crushed on a millstone.
In the martial arts arena, hundreds of solid iron men used for martial arts training were all turned into discus discs, which were stuck in the ground and could not be dug out.
In the disciples' dormitory area, there was not even a room that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, and all the beams were broken.
Canteen, armory, pharmacy.
It's all ruined. There's not a good place left.
What made him collapse even more was that there was no one alive.
Not only were there no living people, there were not even a complete skeleton.
There were mutilated bones, torn strips of cloth and shriveled, smelly pieces of meat everywhere.
Wild dogs and crows were rummaging for food in the ruins. When they saw someone coming, they croaked and flew away.
Clear Sky Sect's direct line and collateral lines, there are hundreds of people, including the elders and the younger ones.
It's all gone.
"Qin Feng..."
Tang Chen gritted his teeth and chewed these two words over and over in his mouth, until his gums bled.
He dragged his heavy steps to the core area of the sect.
Presbytery.
This is the place where the five elders practice. It is also the place where major affairs of the sect are discussed on weekdays.
Now, it has become a bottomless pit.
There are several broken Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul marks scattered at the bottom of the pit, which are the marks carved on the stone before Martial Soul disappeared after death.
The five elders all died here.
Tang Chen recognized the spot where the great elder used to meditate. There was not even a hair left there, only a pool of human blood that had been forcibly beaten into a pulp.
"Old guys, I can't help you." Tang Chen's legs softened and he sat down on the edge of the pit, covering his face with his hands.
He established Clear Sky Sect, and these five elders followed him to conquer the world since they wore crotchless pants.
Now, they are all killed. Crushed to death like a few bedbugs.
Tang Chen sat there for a long time, then stood up and walked to the final place step by step.
The main hall.
This is where the patriarchs of the past dynasties lived and where the tablets of ancestors and ancestors were enshrined.
The sight in front of him made Tang Chen break his guard.
The originally magnificent main hall of the sect master was now only a piece of bare flat land.
This was not a collapse, but a brutal force that flattened it from the ground.
In the center of the ruins, the ten-meter-high statue of Clear Sky Hammer, symbolizing the supreme glory of the sect, was cut in half from the middle, broken into two pieces and smashed to the ground.
Under the statue, the solid wood altar that originally held the memorial tablet was trampled to pieces.
All the ancestral tablets were turned into wood chips that were finer than flour, mixed with the mud on the ground, and it was impossible to tell which ones were ancestors and which ones were dirt.
Tang Chen knelt on the ground with a plop.
He dug at the dirt on the ground with both hands, trying to find even half of the remains of the tablet.
Can't find anything. Nothing.
Tang Chen's fingers scratched ten deep ravines on the hard stone slab, and his fingernails were curled and dripping with blood.
"Xiao'er, you are the sect leader!"
"Hao'er, aren't you the youngest Clear Sky Douluo in the entire continent?"
"You two are useless! You just let an outsider destroy your home!"
Tang Chen knelt there, yelling loudly at the empty ruins, tears mixed with blood flowing down his cheeks.
The voice echoed on the deserted mountain peaks, and no one answered him except the whimpering of the cold wind.