After many years, Tang Hao set foot in Slaughter City once more. Feeling the familiar yet oppressive dark-red hues around him, a complicated sense of how things had changed rose in his heart.
Yet based on his experience from when he had ventured through this place, the entrance and key points of Slaughter City should have been guarded by enforcement captains capable of freely using soul skills within this special environment.
But for some reason, he had infiltrated all the way inside without seeing even a single high-ranking enforcer. The entire defensive line seemed to exist in name only.
Looking at the deserted blood-red streets, a flicker of confusion passed through Tang Hao's eyes.
But he had no time to investigate further. After getting his bearings, he immediately used the shadows as cover and slipped straight toward the heart of Slaughter City—the great hall where the King of Slaughter resided.
Back then, he too had been a God of Slaughter who had narrowly survived Hell Road. He had explored nearly every corner of Slaughter City, yet had found no trace whatsoever of his grandfather, Tang Chen.
Since he could not be found openly, then in this isolated underground city, if anyone knew the exact whereabouts of a peerless Douluo, it could only be the absolute ruler of Slaughter City—the King of Slaughter.
As Tang Hao pushed deeper inside, he found that although the King of Slaughter's palace was immense, its defenses were extraordinarily weak compared to before.
Naturally, a few blind fallen guards tried to stop Tang Hao from proceeding, but he mercilessly crushed their necks with casual flicks of his hand and tossed their bodies to either side of the dark corridors.
Bang—
With one kick, Tang Hao blasted open the heavy dark-red doors and strode into the depths