The Bat King's Captivity

The Capital of Slaughter, inner city.

The sky was forever an oppressive dark red, devoid of sun, moon, or stars.

The air was year-round permeated with a nauseatingly bloody and rotting stench, as well as the most primitive atmosphere of human depravity.

Bang!

A small body was violently smashed by someone from midair onto the cold, hard, dark-red stone slabs like a tattered sack.

"Ah!!!"

Tang San let out a shrill, miserable scream.

His two legs, whose tendons had been brutally severed by Hu Liena, fractured anew upon impact, and fresh blood instantly spread across the dark-red stone slabs.

He struggled to open eyes already glued shut by cold sweat and muddy blood, trembling uncontrollably all over.

Greeting his eyes, along the surrounding gloomy streets, were pairs of Fallen One eyes—greedy, bloodthirsty, and reeking of morbid desire, just like famished wolves.

As for the person standing before him, it was that great-grandfather of his, entirely shrouded in a dense crimson glow.

"Great-grandfather... W... Where is this? Save me... My legs hurt so much, Great-grandfather..."

Like a stray dog with broken legs, Tang San desperately scrambled on the ground with blood-stained hands, wanting to clutch this final straw of salvation before him.

"Hehehe... Good great-grandson, welcome to the Capital of Slaughter."

Tang Chen looked down condescendingly at Tang San writhing in the bloody water, his dark-red pupils devoid of a shred of human familial affection.

Until this very moment, Tang San—whose brain had been cleared by excruciating pain and the surrounding frigid atmosphere—shivered violently.

This aura... This extremely evil, frigid, bloody reek that seemed to burrow straight into one's bone marrow...

In his previous life, Tang San was a dual-god successor to the Sea God and the Asura God!

He had once purified Tang Chen with the Sea God's Light in the Capital of Slaughter; how could he possibly fail to recognize this scent!

"Y... You are not Great-grandfather!!"

Tang San abruptly widened his eyes, pointing at the tall elder before him, his voice turning shrill out of terror:

"You are the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King!!! You beast hiding in the sewer, you've actually been reborn too!"

"Keke, little thing, you're not entirely blind. To actually be able to recognize old man's true form."

The Bat King licked his scarlet lips, letting out a harsh, eerie laugh, his voice raspy like sawing wood:

"Who old man am doesn't matter. What matters is that inside this worthless shell of yours without even an awakened spirit, there is actually hidden a wisp of Asura God aura that even old man finds terrifying!"

The Bat King abruptly squatted down, grabbing a tight hold of Tang San's fragile chin and lifting him half off the ground.

That wrinkled face was less than half an inch away from Tang San, and the foul gas he exhaled almost fumigated Tang San into unconsciousness.

"How many years has old man endured in this sunless place, parasitizing this old fellow's body, just to usurp that lofty Asura God position!"

"Hateful is that Rakshasa God's Malice, which jammed the eighth trial of the Asura God trials! Causing old man to be unable to fully control that Asura Divine Sword to this day! And this aged body is also on the verge of collapsing from divine backlash!"

In the Bat King's dark-red eyes, an extremely morbid greed erupted, staring fixedly at Tang San:

"If it weren't for borrowing the pure divinity in your soul to resolve that damn Rakshasa malice, old man would have sucked dry the brain matter of you little brat back in Heaven Dou City!"

"Y... You want to seize my body!"

Tang San's face turned ashen, struggling desperately.

"Seize you?"

The Bat King sneered as if looking at an idiot, casually tossing Tang San onto the ground like garbage:

"Right now you're just a little chick without even an awakened spirit and with crippled legs. If old man parasitized you right now, this fragile body of yours would instantly explode from the burden, and by then where would old man go to find such a perfect spare vessel?"

The Bat King stepped onto Tang San's mangled, bloody broken legs, grinding down ruthlessly, causing Tang San to burst into a slaughterhouse-pig-like shriek:

"Listen well, little piece of trash. From today on, you are a dog old man keeps in captivity here! A cultivation cauldron for old man to nurture divinity and incubate killing intent!"

"Haven't your Twin Spirits awakened yet? The killing intent and blood in this Capital of Slaughter are the best catalysts! The rules here are simple: kill, or be killed."

"If you want to stay alive, want revenge on Spirit Hall, want your broken legs to regenerate, then get up from the cesspool like a maggot for old man! Fight desperately to grow stronger right here in the Capital of Slaughter! Go win a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena! Condense the purest God of Slaughter Domain for old man!!"

"When this body of yours grows strong enough to bear divinity, when you help old man trigger the resonance of the Asura Divine Sword..."

The Bat King abruptly lowered his head, that face instantly contorting into a terrifying bat form, opening a bloody maw full of fangs to roar at Tang San:

"Old man will discard this useless old pelt, devour your soul in one bite, usurp this perfect fleshly shell of yours, pull out that divine sword in person, and achieve the true Asura God!!"

"Boom!"

The Bat King transformed into a cluster of blood mist, vanishing into the depths of the Capital of Slaughter, leaving behind only a trace of malicious intent monitoring every single move of Tang San's.

In the gloomy street, only Tang San with his crippled legs remained.

Like a piece of fresh meat dropped into a pack of wolves, he looked despairingly at those surrounding Fallen Ones who grinned and licked their lips as they closed in.

"Heh heh, tender little boy... Even if he's a cripple, he must taste pretty good..." A burly man covered in pus-filled sores, gripping a rusted machete, drooled as he closed in.

Tang San bit down hard, even though his lips were already dripping with fresh blood.

His hands clawed deeply into the dark-red stone slabs, fingernails peeling and bleeding, the bones of his fingers nearly worn flat.

Vindictive!

Unreconciled!

Why!

"Heavens... Why are you treating me like this!!"

Tang San emitted a blood-weeping roar in his heart:

"I am a genius of the Tang Sect! I am a transmigrator carrying the memories of two gods! My brain is packed with peerless techniques of the Tang Sect!"

"Why... Why as soon as I was reborn, was Father crippled?"

"Ye Yuan, Spirit Hall, and that damn dead bat!"

Tears of humiliation mixed with blood streamed from Tang San's eyes.

He had lived for three lifetimes; when had he ever suffered such ultimate humiliation of being treated as a spare vessel, raised like a bug in a cesspool like a dog, waiting at any moment to be devoured as a sacrifice!

"Kill... Kill... Kill!!!"

"I won't die... I absolutely cannot die!!"

Watching the group of pouncing Fallen Ones, a venomous, snake-like malice ignited in the depths of Tang San's eyes.

He abruptly grabbed a sharp stone shard on the ground, using all the remaining strength in his entire body, like a deranged beast, and smashed it fiercely toward the throat of the burly man covered in pus-filled sores!

"I want to grow stronger! I want to awaken my spirit! I want to condense the God of Slaughter Domain and backlash that dead bat!!"

"I am going to slaughter you scum, Ye Yuan, and Spirit Hall... every last one of you!!!"