"What have I done all these years?"
Tang Chen turned in place, looking at the buildings in Slaughter City.
Before he knew it, he had spent decades here.
At the same time, scene after scene from those decades surfaced in his mind, making his heart bleed.
"I spent decades in Slaughter City, wasted decades, muddling through all those years like a puppet."
"Asura God, you screwed me over!"
He threw back his head and howled, venting the frustration in his heart.
A long time passed.
Only then did he barely manage to calm down.
"Leave this place. I have to leave this place."
"Bo Saixi, Xixi, she's still waiting for me."
"Decades have passed. I wonder whether the sect is still safe."
Many thoughts arose in Tang Chen's heart. Suddenly, he remembered someone. "Right, the person who woke me just now was a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. I'll find him first and ask about the sect."
With that thought, his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
Elsewhere.
In a corner of Slaughter City's Inner City.
Tang San huddled up, hiding himself in the corner.
"He's gone mad. The King of Slaughter has gone mad! How could he slaughter Soul Masters like us in Slaughter City, where we can't even use Soul Skills?"
As he recalled the earlier scene, his heart trembled.
He was afraid.
Truly afraid.
Before someone as powerful as the King of Slaughter, Tang San felt as weak as an ant.
Earlier, he had narrowly escaped with his life thanks to the Tang Sect Secret Arts. If the King of Slaughter came after him again, he had no idea what he could use to fend him off...
"I hope he doesn't find me. I hope he never finds me."
Tang San prayed inwardly.
But