Sky Screen Airs the Ultimate Double Standard: Your Path to Death, My Ice-Clear Jade-Pure!

Canghui Academy. A wrecked alley...

Tang San stood at the end of the alley, with a young soul master lying at his feet. The man's name was Shi Nian, Canghui Academy's team leader. His chest had been pierced by Blue Silver Grass, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes not yet completely unfocused.

There was nothing unusual about murder itself. Deadly battles between soul masters were everywhere.

What truly made the comments explode was what happened next.

Tang San crouched down and slipped two fingers against Shi Nian's neck to confirm that he was thoroughly dead. Then his other hand reached for Shi Nian's waist. The soul bone was taken, and the soul tool storage device was removed.

Tang San activated the storage device and inspected everything inside.

[Soul bone quality is acceptable. The medicinal herbs in the storage device can replenish my expenditures. The corpse has already dissolved. No one will know.]

[His first reaction after killing someone was to loot the body???]

[No, the important part is that technique... Look at how he searched the storage device. He's more practiced than an evil soul master!]

[Evil soul masters at least hold a funeral rite after killing someone. He even skipped the formalities.]

["No one will know"—bro, Heaven's Will knows.]

The scale pan on the right side of the Sky Screen remained perfectly still, while the left side sank another half inch.

The scene did not stop.

It jumped to the Soul Master Tournament preliminaries. On the arena stage, Huo Wu of Blazing Fire Academy was covered in wounds, sweat-plastered hair clinging to her face. Her fists were still raised. She had lost, but she had lost standing, without ever bending her knees.

Tang San stood at the other end of the stage, a little dust on the hem of his clothes, his breathing steady.

Everyone knew the result of this match. There was nothing worth watching.

What the Sky Screen wanted to show was the thought that crossed Tang San's mind after he won.

[This woman's fighting spirit is exceptionally strong, but her martial soul's attribute restrains my Blue Silver Grass. If she were not still useful in the future Soul Master Tournament, there would have been no need to hold back today.]

[She risked her life fighting you, and all you're thinking about is "Should I kill her"??]

["If she had no use"—so the only reason to stay alive is being useful to him?]

[Where's Miss Huo Wu? Can someone warn her?]

[Blazing Fire Academy update: Huo Wu herself just kicked three iron training posts apart.]

Inside the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace, Ning Fengzhi's hand holding his teacup paused. The rim tapped against his teeth with a soft clink.

Bone Douluo leaned against the pillar beside him and snorted.

"This kid is even more calculating than I was in my youth."

"You weren't this devious in your youth." Ning Fengzhi set down his tea without taking a sip.

The Sky Screen switched scenes again.

This time, even the color palette changed. Dark red, ash-black, rotten streets, and an invisible stench of blood floating through the air.

Killing Capital.

The comment section fell silent in an instant.

Killing Capital was a legendary place on Douluo Continent. Most soul masters had only heard its name. They knew it was the final destination of criminals and killers, and that ninety percent of those who entered never came out.

The Sky Screen compressed Tang San's entire journey through Killing Capital into a fast-forward sequence—but at one point, it suddenly slowed down.

Hell Road.

Tang San and Hu Liena stood side by side at the entrance. Before them was a narrow path with no visible end, blood-colored swamps churning on either side. Every few steps, sharp blades shot from the walls.

The two stood back to back, working together seamlessly. Hu Liena blocked the hidden spikes coming from the left for Tang San, while Tang San used Blue Silver Grass to shred the bloodthirsty puppets lunging from the right.

She looked back at him. Her lips were split open, but she smiled.

"Tang San, I trust you."

The Sky Screen froze on those words for a full three seconds.

Then the image split in two.

On the left was Hu Liena's perspective—what she saw in Tang San was a companion worthy of trusting with her back in a desperate situation.

On the right was Tang San's inner consciousness panel.

[Plan One: At the turn near the end of Hell Road, use Blue Silver Grass to coil around her neck and complete the strangulation. Risk: May trigger Spirit Hall's tracking mark.]

[Plan Two: After passing through the exit, use momentum to shove her into the blood pool at the end of the path. Disguise it as an accident.]

[Plan Three: When she lets down her guard, use a hidden weapon to pierce the back of her head. Tang Sect methods leave no trace. Optimal solution.]

[Plans Four through Seventeen...]

Seventeen methods of murder.

She was risking her life to block blades for him in front, while behind her, he was calculating seventeen ways to kill her.

Spirit City. A side hall of Pope Hall.

Hu Liena sat in an ebony chair, her hand resting on the armrest, her face pale!

[Spirit Hall · Hu Liena: Tang San. On Hell Road, you smiled at me three times.]

After this comment appeared, there was no follow-up.

But everyone understood the unspoken second half—each time you smiled, you were choosing how to kill me.

The comment section finally began scrolling again.

[Women across the continent, take note. Every time this man smiles, he's drawing a blade across your neck.]

[Have you noticed? Xiao Wu, Huo Wu, Hu Liena... The women around him are either pawns, bait, or livestock waiting for slaughter.]

[Shrek Academy · Ma Hongjun: Fuck, Third Brother, you...]

Ma Hongjun's comment stopped after only half a sentence...

On Shrek's training field, Tang San's comment appeared.

[Shrek Academy · Tang San: Killing Capital is an evil place to begin with! Hu Liena is Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden and my enemy! Mercy toward an enemy is cruelty toward oneself. In such a desperate situation, any soul master would make the worst possible preparations! This is the iron law of survival for soul masters!]

The logic behind those words was not entirely bad. There was even some reason to it.

A few hesitant voices did appear in the comments.

[It seems... not entirely unreasonable? It was Killing Capital, after all...]

[If I were in a place like that, I would guard against the people around me too, right?]

The Sky Screen waited very patiently for those voices to emerge.

Then a new image descended.

A panoramic view of Killing Capital.

Dense clusters of buildings, crooked streets, ruined taverns, dark fighting arenas. And... a frail child crouched on a street corner, gnawing half a piece of black bread; an old woman in an alley mending clothes for others in exchange for two copper coins; a middle-aged man with callused hands hammering iron in a blacksmith's shop.

Not all of them were killers or villains. Some were merely ordinary people with nowhere left to go, driven here by the world.

The Sky Screen unfolded Tang San's final moment in Killing Capital in slow motion—poison released by Blue Silver Grass seeped into the underground waterways, spreading through every pipe, every well, every drop of drinkable water in the entire city.

The Sky Screen accelerated the onset of the poison.

People on the streets collapsed one after another, their skin rotting away, blood gushing from their seven orifices. The child eating bread fell into the corner, still clutching the unfinished half of black bread. The old woman mending clothes slumped over her basket of needles and thread, her body dissolving into bloody water, leaving only a silver needle falling to the ground.

Throughout all of Killing Capital, tens of millions of living beings—none were spared.

No one in the comments spoke for Tang San anymore.

[He says one cannot be merciful toward enemies—the child eating bread was his enemy?]

[Was that old woman mending clothes a member of Spirit Hall?]

["The iron law of survival"—your survival law is poisoning everyone in a city to death?]

Deep beneath Killing Capital, the scene caught a blurred figure.

That man was bound by chains to a dark-red altar. His body was hunched, yet the aura spilling from him made even the Sky Screen's image tremble.

Tang Chen, the Slaughter King.

He raised his head, chains rattling loudly.

The Sky Screen marked his identity and added a line of explanation: [Founder of Killing Capital · Tang Chen. Asura God's candidate. After Killing Capital's destruction, the Asura God inheritance trial was permanently severed.]

A comment marked as originating from beneath Killing Capital appeared:

[Slaughter King · Tang Chen: Insolent brat! Killing Capital housed fugitives with nowhere else to go across the continent! As long as the city existed, they had a place to be confined! Once the city was destroyed, hundreds of thousands of vicious criminals scattered into the two great empires! Do you think you destroyed an evil city? You blew up a prison!]

[So those fugitives who escaped from Killing Capital have now scattered throughout the two great empires??]

[No wonder there were seven consecutive village massacres in the southern border of the Heaven Dou Empire last year...]

[This isn't eliminating evil. This is planting landmines across the entire continent!!]

The scale pan on the left crashed to the ground.

The pan on the right rose high, and the eight words "Ice-Clear Jade-Pure, Righteous and Honorable" glowed in golden light, glaring and ironic.

From Spirit City, a comment bearing the mark of an angel martial soul rose up.

[Spirit Hall · Qian Renxue: You keep claiming to eliminate evil for justice, but in truth, you severed the Asura God inheritance and directed disaster toward the continent's common people. When you poisoned tens of millions to death, you weren't thinking about eliminating evil—you were afraid that Spirit Hall people would obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain in Killing Capital. Tang San, your "justice" was business from beginning to end.]

Comments from the elders of the major sects began appearing in rapid succession.

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan · Council of Elders: We propose that Tang San's so-called "Path to Death" be listed among Douluo Continent's evil doctrines. This man carries out massacres in the name of justice. The danger of his ideology far surpasses that of ordinary evil soul masters.]

[Star Luo Imperial Academy · Headmaster: Seconded.]

[Heaven Dou Royal Soul Master Corps · Director of Instruction: Seconded. Any logic that exterminates civilians on the grounds that "they deserve to die" is the most vicious form of hypocrisy.]

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi did not post a comment. He stood before the window, his right hand braced against the frame, his gaze resting on the ruins of that city turned into bloody water on the Sky Screen.

Bone Douluo walked behind him, his voice low.

"Sect Master, Rongrong is still at Shrek."

Ning Fengzhi's jaw tightened.

"Send Sword Douluo. Go now. Bring Rongrong back."

"What about the Seven Monsters' contract—"

"What fucking contract?"

The Sky Screen gave no one time to process it.

The image shifted again, pulling away from the ruins of Killing Capital, crossing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and settling at the outskirts of Star Dou Great Forest.

Atop the crown of a towering ancient tree, Tang Hao sat cross-legged.

He was watching the Sky Screen.

The scene gave Tang Hao a frontal close-up, then used an overlapping image to reflect another scene in his pupils—six-year-old Tang San standing on the path outside Holy Soul Village, having just awakened his Twin Martial Souls and looking up into the distance.

The two pairs of eyes overlapped across time and space.

One belonged to a father, and one belonged to a son.