This was a young man who looked to be around twenty years old. He had an ordinary face, but his eyes were unusually cold. He held a huge black hammer in his hand and exuded a chilling killing intent.
It was Tang San.
He stared at the other person expressionlessly, slowly raising the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
The next moment, he exerted force with his feet, and the Clear Sky Hammer slammed down on his opponent.
The fallen being, at the Soul Emperor level, dared not take the attack head-on and quickly dodged.
But Tang San was faster.
Just as the opponent dodged, eight purple spider legs suddenly emerged from behind Tang San.
External Soul Bone: Eight Spider Lances.
The eight spider legs, like eight sharp spears, pierced towards the opponent at an extremely fast speed.
The fallen one was terrified and quickly released his Soul Power to protect himself, while simultaneously swinging his weapon to block.
But the Eight Spider Lances were too fast and the angles were too tricky.
Pfft!
With a muffled thud, three of the eight spider legs pierced directly through the fallen man's chest.
The fallen man froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He looked down at the purple spider leg that pierced through his chest, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Tang San's eyes were icy cold as he unhesitatingly activated the Devouring Power of the Eight Spider Lances.
The next moment, purple light flowed across the Eight Spider Lances, and a powerful suction force emanated from the spider legs.
The Life, Soul Power, and blood essence within that fallen being—
Everything was being devoured by the Eight Spider Lances.
Within a few breaths, the Fallen's body visibly withered away, eventually turning into a dried-up corpse.
The other nine people in the match were all killed by Tang San, who then devoured them all with his Eight Spider Lances.
After killing nine people in succession, the Soul Power within his body not only did not weaken, but actually increased significantly.
A hint of bloodlust had already crept into Tang San's eyes, and he acted without the slightest hesitation.
His father had told him that there was no need to show mercy to these degenerates.
[The third principle of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Once you've identified your opponent as an enemy, and they seem intent on dying, show no mercy. Otherwise, you'll only create unnecessary trouble for yourself.]
These fallen ones already knew how to die; for me to Eight Spider Lances: Devour was simply making use of their waste!
Thinking of this, a fierce look flashed across Tang San's face again as he looked at the surrounding audience.
Seeing Tang San's ferocious expression, even the notoriously cruel Fallen Ones around him couldn't help but instinctively step back.
After such a short match, Tang San's ferocity in their eyes had already surpassed that of Blood Asura and Hell Messenger, who had just won a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena and had already left.
After all, whether it's Blood Asura or Hell Messenger, to put it bluntly, dying at their hands at least leaves you with a complete corpse.
Instead of dying on the body of this descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, where the corpse turned into a dried-up mummy and everything was completely devoured.
Tang San slowly retracted the Eight Spider Lances.
The shriveled corpse fell to the ground with a thud, then quickly turned into blood that seeped into the ground.
The audience was deathly silent.
Only the occasional sounds of heavy breathing and swallowing could be heard.
Tang San stood still, his eyes slightly closed, feeling the surging Soul Power within his body.
The Life and Soul Power Eight Spider Lances: Devour are being rapidly refined by the Mysterious Heaven Skill, transforming into his own power.
This rapid improvement in his strength made him feel extremely pleased.
Sensing the fear in the surrounding audience, Tang San couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
This place is truly my treasure; my father should have sent me here sooner.
His Eight Spider Lances and Clear Sky Hammer were virtually invincible here. Having only participated in one match, his long-dormant Soul Power was already showing signs of increasing again.
This is much faster than the previous method of self-cultivation through arduous practice and secretly using the Eight Spider Lances to devour and cultivate.
He had a feeling that once he left the Slaughter City, his cultivation would surpass that of Lin Mo had once brought him immense humiliation.
He always felt like he was living in Lin Mo's shadow.
Now, the storm has finally passed and the sun is shining again; Tang San's day has finally come!
He clenched his fist.
Lin Mo ----
Just wait and see.
Once I get out of here, I will repay you tenfold for the humiliation you inflicted on me!
Tang San's gaze swept across the audience seats.
The fallen ones all avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
His face was full of mockery as he turned and walked off the field, returning to his stone house along the street.
The fallen ones around them quickly made way, keeping their distance for fear of attracting the attention of this scourge.
Tang San didn't care at all.
He even began to enjoy the feeling of being feared.
Seven days later.
Outside the East Gate of Heaven Dou City.
Lin Mo stopped some distance from the city gate.
He looked up at the city wall ahead, and the familiar scenery came into view, causing him to feel a pang of melancholy.
At his speed, he could have returned a few days earlier if he wanted to.
The reason I wasn't in a hurry to travel was mainly because I wanted to spend more time experiencing the familiar atmosphere of human society to recover the sanity I had lost in the Slaughter City.
There was no way around it; even with his resilient spirit, living in the Slaughter City for over two years and facing that kind of hell on earth inevitably took a toll on his sanity.
Over the past two years, he has witnessed death and slaughter. Although he has always maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, deep down, the repression and unease have accumulated.
After leaving the Slaughter City, he did not rush on his way.
Instead, he traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently, and the ordinary and peaceful scenes of life around him gradually washed away the bloodlust and violence that had accumulated in his heart.
Only now, standing before Heaven Dou City, did he feel that he had truly returned.
We have returned to the civilized world, to the land of order.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo raised his hand and wiped his face.
Concealed by the hood, his ability to Myriad Transformations was activated; his bones and muscles subtly adjusted, and his appearance changed once again.
Having done all this, he didn't stop and stepped into the flow of people entering the city.
The guards at the city gate didn't conduct a strict inspection; they simply glanced at his belongings and waved him through.
Lin Mo followed the flow of people through the tall city gate and entered Heaven Dou City.
The streets were bustling with traffic and people.
Shops lined both sides of the road, their signs and flags fluttering in the wind.
Lin Mo walked among the crowd, feeling the long-lost hustle and bustle and vitality.
There were sounds in the Slaughter City, but they were all frantic roars, dying cries, and the decadent clamor of the fallen.
It was completely different from the bustling, vibrant atmosphere of life before my eyes.
Lin Mo walked towards the direction of the Dugu Manor.
He appeared calm and unhurried, his gaze serene, but inside he was filled with excitement.
We're almost there.
I'll see them soon.