Through constant slaughter, Tang San had amassed an exceptionally solid foundation.
Even the King of Slaughter was beginning to find Tang San's killing unbearable.
After receiving precise instructions from the Rakshasa God, the King of Slaughter immediately opened the passage to the Hell Slaughter Arena for Tang San.
If he did not send this God of Slaughter away soon, his Slaughter City would collapse.
Slaughter City needed people too!
The fallen ones who watched Tang San finally leave were also moved to tears.
They had finally sent that bloodthirsty bastard away.
No one knew what was going on with him. He seemed impossible to kill, yet he only grew stronger with every kill. In the end, he had even begun hunting others down himself. How could anyone still dare to gang up on him?
Now, they missed the days when Xia Yuan and Hu Liena had been here.
At least those two had not slaughtered people indiscriminately, right?
Other than those blind fools who provoked them, they had never been as bloodthirsty as Tang San. He even devoured other people's flesh, blood, and souls. He was more fallen than the fallen ones.
Too evil.
No matter how they thought about it, someone like him should be called an Evil Soul Master, shouldn't he?
Just like that, the name Evil Soul Master spread far and wide.
Yet some people instead developed faith in this version of Tang San.
"What Evil Soul Master? I think they're just jealous of Holy Master Tang San. Holy Master Tang San should be called a Holy Soul Master!"
"That's right! That's right! Why don't we establish a sect devoted to worshipping Holy Master Tang San and recruit others who worship him as well?"
"Then what should we call it?"
"We revere Holy Master Tang San and