NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 129 Leaving the City of Slaughter
Chapter 129 Leaving the City of Slaughter
"What have I done all these years?"
Tang Chen spun in circles on the spot, looking at the buildings in the City of Slaughter.
Unknowingly, he had been here for decades.
At the same time, scenes of the past few decades appeared in his mind, and his heart was bleeding.
"I've wasted decades here, wasted decades. These decades have been like a puppet."
"Shura God, you've tricked me."
He looked up to the sky and howled, venting his frustration.
After a long time passed, he barely calmed down.
"I have to leave here. I must leave."
"Bosi, Sisi, they are still waiting for me."
"It's been decades, I wonder if the sect is still safe."
Many thoughts arose in Tang Chen's mind, and suddenly he remembered someone. "Right, the person who just woke me up was a disciple of the Haotian Sect. I'll find him first and inquire about the situation of the sect."
With this in mind, his figure disappeared in an instant.
On the other side.
In a corner of the inner city of the City of Slaughter.
Tang San huddled in the corner, hiding himself.
"He's gone mad, the King of Slaughter has gone mad. How can he slaughter us in the City of Slaughter, you, a Soul Master who can't even use soul skills?"
He recalled the scene from earlier, his heart trembling.
He was terrified.
Really terrified.
In the face of a powerhouse like the King of Slaughter, Tang San felt as weak as an ant.
Before, he had escaped by relying on the Tang Sect's ultimate skill. If the King of Slaughter attacked again, he didn't know what he could use to resist.
"I hope he doesn't find me, never find me."
Tang San prayed in his heart.
But in the next moment, his body suddenly trembled.
He clearly heard clear footsteps coming from a distance.
Dadada...
The footsteps approached, rhythmic.
Each sound came at almost the same interval as the previous one.
"Could it be the King of Slaughter coming?"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, he stood up leaning against the wall.
But at that moment, the footsteps stopped.
Tang San looked ahead but saw no one.
"Hoo."
"It seems he's gone."
Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hehe, so you're here."
A voice came from above.
Tang San suddenly looked up and saw a figure suspended in mid-air, looking down at him.
And there was a cold smile on that person's lips.
"It's him, the King of Slaughter!"
"He finally caught up with me, didn't he?"
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was filled with fear, thinking it was all over.
If he weren't leaning against the wall, he might have collapsed on the ground.
"Not bad, not bad. You truly live up to being a disciple of my Haotian Sect, remaining calm in the face of danger, and finding a way to deal with life and death crises. Quite impressive."
Tang Chen's face suddenly showed appreciation.
"What is he talking about?"
After hearing Tang Chen's words, Tang San looked bewildered.
He even thought he was hallucinating.
At this moment, Tang Chen said to Tang San, who was dumbfounded, "Kid, what's your name? Who are your elders? Speak up and let this old ancestor hear."
"Let me report my name and lineage, and he even calls himself an ancestor. Could it be that he remembers the Haotian Sect?" Tang San's mind raced, instantly thinking of a possibility.
His heart was filled with excitement.
A turning point, this is a turning point.
He hurriedly replied, "Senior, I'm Tang San, my father is Tang Hao. My eldest uncle, Tang Xiao, is the current master of this generation of the Haotian Sect."
Tang San quickly mentioned all the people related to him. In case he could establish some connections, it might save his life.
On the other hand, after hearing Tang San's words, Tang Chen's eyes showed surprise. "What? You're Hao'er's son?"
"Hao'er?" Tang San was also stunned to hear Tang Chen's address.
He realized that this King of Slaughter was indeed related to him.
"Swish!"
In the next moment, Tang San felt a figure appearing in front of him.
And the other party even stretched out a big hand, heavily pinching his shoulder.
If he hadn't been leaning against the wall, Tang San might have collapsed on the ground.
Sure enough.
Tang Chen became even more certain. This kid was indeed Tang Hao's seed!
"Kid, what's your name again?"
Tang Chen directly interrupted Tang San's words.
"Ancestor?"
To be honest, Tang San was stunned by this address.
He had thought about the possible relationship between the two sides, but he didn't expect the relationship to be so close.
"Oh, that's right, good boy."
After hearing Tang San's words, Tang Chen's mouth showed a smile. "I didn't expect that Hao'er's child would grow up like this."
On the other hand, Tang San didn't know what to say for a moment.
Because he knew very well that in this situation, it was best not to say anything.
The more you say, the more mistakes you make. The less you say, the less mistakes you make.
Tang Chen asked again, "Xiaosan, can I call you that?"
Tang San nodded, "Grandpa, of course you can call me that."
"Mm."
Tang Chen nodded lightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. "You're truly a good kid. Let's go, I'll take you away from here now."
"Leave here? Where are we going?"
Tang San's face showed a hint of confusion.
Tang Chen said naturally, "Of course, we're leaving the City of Slaughter. This isn't a place where you should be."
"But..."
"I haven't completed my training here yet."
Tang San hesitated.
In reality, he hadn't had his fill of Bloody Mary yet.
"Silly child, what else do you need to train here for?"
Tang Chen shook his head. "This place is no longer suitable for training. It won't be long before it's destroyed."
"What? The City of Slaughter is going to be destroyed?"
Tang San was shocked by Tang Chen's words.
Actually, it was only because Tang Chen said it that he believed it. After all, the City of Slaughter had existed for countless ages; how could it just be destroyed?
Tang Chen looked at Tang San and said seriously, "Haven't you noticed anything unusual? Can't you feel the toxins in your body?"
"Toxins?"
Tang San was taken aback, then remembered everything related to Bloody Mary.
He asked with great confusion, "The toxins in Bloody Mary aren't normal? They shouldn't have a significant impact on people, otherwise how could it have existed in the City of Slaughter for so long?"
Tang Chen sighed, "That was in the past. Now there's a big problem with Bloody Mary. Drinking it makes people even crazier. You must have seen my previous state; that's one of the side effects of Bloody Mary."
"Tsk." Tang San recalled the rumors in the City of Slaughter; the fact that the King of Slaughter drank "several portions of Bloody Mary" in a day was indeed more than he expected.
"More importantly, it causes significant damage to the body. I'm already poisoned too deeply now; my life is probably not going to last much longer."
Tang Chen sighed.
"What? Such severe damage?"
Tang San's face was full of disbelief. "But you're a Title Douluo-level powerhouse!"
"Even a Title Douluo can't withstand this poison." Tang Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Alright, Little San, I know you have many questions, but let's leave here first."
Tang San nodded heavily. "I'll follow Grandpa's decision."
As good as Bloody Mary was, it was too damaging to the body.
Between pleasure and life, Tang San chose life.
Outside the City of Slaughter.
Tang Hao remained silent for a long time.
The trip to the Haotian Sect dispelled all his fantasies about the sect.
"The Haotian Sect is finished, completely ruined, and can no longer provide any assistance."
Thinking of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled of the Haotian Sect, his heart felt both powerless and painful.
Undoubtedly, the assistance in dealing with Qin Xiao was now reduced by one.
Boom!
Suddenly, he felt the ground shaking, followed by a powerful aura rising to the sky.
"Is a strong person from the City of Slaughter coming out?"
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, showing a look of shock.
After thinking about it, he decided to get closer to see what was happening.
But before he could make any move, a blood light was already approaching him.
Moments later.
A man wearing a blood-red cloak appeared in front of him.
"It's actually the King of Slaughter!"
Looking at the attire, Tang Hao had already recognized the other party's identity.
However, he found that this King of Slaughter was different from the one he had seen before.
Without the concealment of the blood-red bat mask, the true face of the King of Slaughter was revealed.
"He, he, he..."
Tang Hao couldn't say anything when looking at the King of Slaughter.
It was because the face of the King of Slaughter overlapped with a face deeply imprinted in his memory.
Grandfather!
Why does he look exactly like my grandfather?
He felt inexplicably shocked.
"Father!"
Suddenly, behind the King of Slaughter, another head appeared.
Tang Hao's gaze condensed. To him, that emaciated figure resembled a skeleton, and he immediately frowned and cursed, "What kind of thing are you? How dare you call me father? I couldn't have given birth to such an ugly creature."
Tang San: ...
He felt countless injuries in his heart.
In short, it was very uncomfortable.
Exhaling deeply, Tang San summoned the courage to say, "Father, it's me, I'm Tang San, your son, San."
As he spoke, he summoned the Martial Soul Haotian Hammer to show Tang Hao.
Boom!
Witnessing everything, Tang Hao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "You really are San? How did you become like this?"
Tang San: I've never been speechless in my life.
"Tang Hao, do you still remember me?"
At this moment, Tang Chen spoke faintly.
After years of separation, he still maintained his composure.
"The King of Slaughter, we've had dealings in the City of Slaughter."
Tang Hao said, and a strong murderous aura erupted from him.
Tang Chen: ...
"I am your grandfather," he said solemnly.
However, Tang Hao's voice became even louder, "I am your grandfather."
"You brat, how dare you utter such rebellious words?"
Tang Chen was furious.
He had imagined countless scenarios of meeting Tang Hao, but never this one.
It was simply outrageous.
"King of Slaughter, just because you look somewhat like my elder, you think you can take advantage of me?"
"Now let go of my son, or don't blame me for being impolite."
As Tang Chen was about to explode with anger, Tang Hao spoke again.
To him, it seemed that for some reason, the King of Slaughter had brought Tang San out.
"Father, please don't make wild accusations. He's truly our ancestor, Tang Chen. There's no mistake."
Tang San hurriedly said from behind Tang Chen.
"San, how could you call a thief your ancestor?"
Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, his expression very ugly. "Tang Chen, our venerable ancestor, is renowned for his righteousness and integrity. How could he be such a sinister character?"
"Father, it's true."
"Hmph, impossible. If it were true, I'd rather Tang Chen, our venerable ancestor, be dead." Tang Hao insisted on his opinion.
Damn.
How come I didn't notice that Tang Hao, this kid, weighs a hundred and seventy pounds, but has a hundred and sixty pounds of stubbornness?
Tang Chen's face darkened, then he took out an item from the spatial soul device that had been sealed for a long time. "Do you recognize this?"
"I don't recognize it."
Tang Hao waved his hand directly, but with a casual glance, he couldn't move his gaze away. "Haotian Order, it's really Haotian Order!"
"You, you're my grandfather, Tang Chen?"
The Haotian Order was only in the hands of the disappeared ancestor Tang Chen, a fact Tang Hao had never mentioned to Tang San.
At this moment, seeing the Haotian Order and coupled with the strikingly similar appearance to Tang Chen, Tang Hao finally confirmed that the person before him was his long-lost grandfather, Tang Chen.
After hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang Chen couldn't help but snort coldly. "Hmph, obedient grandson, now you know to call me grandpa."
Thud!
Tang Hao immediately knelt down, and then, with resounding thuds, he knocked his head against the ground three times in front of Tang Chen.
"Grandpa, you've been missing for so many years. How did you become the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter?"
He asked with great confusion.
There were other thoughts in his mind as well.
If Tang Chen hadn't been missing for so many years, how could he have been forced to leave the sect by the Spirit Hall?
And how could Qin Xiao have destroyed the Haotian Sect?
"Ah, it's a long story."
Tang Chen sighed.
In his mind, an image of a beautiful figure involuntarily appeared.
If he hadn't been so ambitious and believed he could become a god, would he have taken this irreversible path?
"Forget it, let's not talk about these things."
Tang Chen shook his head and descended from the air.
Then he pulled Tang San out from behind him and said solemnly to Tang Hao, "I understand your intentions, wanting Tang San to undergo training. But now the City of Slaughter is no longer a good place. Remember, from now on, never enter the City of Slaughter again, and never drink Bloody Mary."
Tang Hao was stunned. "What exactly happened to the City of Slaughter?"
"Little San, it's better if you tell your father."
Tang Chen didn't want to waste words and directly handed the matter over to Tang San.
"Alright." Tang San nodded, then began to recount what Tang Chen had told him to Tang Hao.
After a long time.
Tang Hao was dumbfounded. "So you mean, the City of Slaughter won't last long and will become a dead city? And both you and your father are poisoned?"
His voice trembled.
His mentality collapsed.
What kind of disaster did he create?
Why is it so difficult to make Tang San stronger?
(End of this chapter)
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