The blood-red arena lay steeped in deathly silence!
The nine supreme fiends who had dominated Slaughter City for decades all lay dead in a sea of blood!
Only Tang San's somewhat slender figure stood in the middle.
Crimson blood washed over the arena's flagstones. A biting, blood-reeking wind swept through all of Hell City, and oppressive killing intent filled the surroundings.
In midair, a blood-red figure sat quietly upon a throne.
Tang Chen's hair was stained with baleful energy, half white and half crimson. Madness and reason tangled furiously in his eyes, those eyes that had witnessed hell's eternal slaughter fixed upon the blood-drenched youth in the arena.
He had thought that the nine fiends' all-out, lethal encirclement would be enough to crush this new god of hell and break the edge of this youth who had risen in defiance of heaven!
Yet the result brutally shattered his judgment!
Grievously wounded, his blood and vitality overdrawn!
With just such a broken body, its lamp nearly out of oil, Tang San had forcibly turned the tide, fought nine mighty opponents in a bloody battle, and concluded a hundred death matches with a perfect record!
He had trampled hell's century-old order and forged the supreme renown of an Asura!
"What a descendant of the Tang clan! What an Asura of this age!"
Tang Chen snarled under his breath, his voice hoarse and crazed, towering jealousy and endless resentment churning in his eyes.
He had once been universally acknowledged as the continent's greatest genius!
He had become a Level 99 Limit Douluo at a young age, the youngest peerless powerhouse in all history! Wielding the continent's foremost Tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and possessing the supreme mysteries of the Great Sumeru Hammer, he had been invincible on land, holding an entire