Chapter 96 – Slaughter City's Judgment Day
At this moment,
Tang San was undoubtedly driven to madness.
He actually intended to sacrifice the entire Slaughter City in blood, just to force the King of Slaughter to appear.
Yet, the King of Slaughter remained silent.
The entire Hell Killing Field was quiet—eerily so. Not even the faintest whisper could be heard.
Tang San's expression slowly twisted into one of savagery.
He could feel it—sinister eyes locked on him from the shadows.
But no matter how he searched, he couldn't locate their source.
"It is your king who has abandoned you."
His bloodshot gaze swept across the hundreds of Fallen in the spectator seats.
Suddenly—
The Clear Sky Hammer spirit vanished from beneath his feet.
Then, in the next instant, it reappeared—massive and overwhelming—falling from the sky like divine judgment, smashing down over the entire stands.
A deafening boom shook the arena.
Countless Fallen bled from all seven orifices under the sheer pressure, collapsing in droves.
Blood ran down the steps of the coliseum like a crimson river.
Still, the King of Slaughter did not emerge.
"Since you won't come out…"
Tang San's voice was frigid.
"…then don't blame me for turning this city into a grave."
With a roar, the Clear Sky Hammer spirit soared upward and then came crashing down like a blood-soaked meteor.
It pierced the dome of the Hell Killing Field, shattering it.
Tang San himself leapt into the air, rising like a storm of wrath.
Then—
He descended upon the inner city like a whirlwind of annihilation.
Any Fallen who dared appear before him were slaughtered instantly.
Even the buildings of the Slaughter City couldn't withstand his fury.
They were leveled one after another by his hammer.
The black stone bricks rained down, crushing the Fallen who tried in vain to hide beneath them.
Worse still—
Tang San began layering the force of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.
The city walls buckled and collapsed from the accumulating force.
In just half a day, the once-thriving inner city had become nothing but smoking rubble.
Not a single soul remained.
Still, the King of Slaughter remained in hiding.
Tang San stood amidst the ruins, soaked in blood. His appearance was like that of a true demon god—
The bloody aura around him thick as fog.
The Clear Sky Hammer was dyed a deep, terrifying crimson.
With slow, deliberate steps, Tang San marched toward the outer city.
The massacre had already alerted those in the outer city.
Though the Fallen there were weaker on average, their numbers were vast—
Pale, skeletal, starved wretches—bottom-feeders exploited to the brink of death.
But Tang San felt no pity.
He laughed—arrogantly and cruelly.
"If you want to live, then kneel! Beg your king to show himself!"
Countless Fallen knelt in the streets, kowtowing desperately.
Some sobbed and begged Tang San for mercy.
Others cried to the skies, pleading for the King of Slaughter to save them.
But regardless of their desperation—
No response came from above.
The King of Slaughter still made no move.
It was as if he didn't exist.
But Tang San was sure—he was watching.
The feeling of being hunted had only grown stronger.
Tang San narrowed his eyes and sneered,
"Looks like your king has truly abandoned you."
BOOM!
The Clear Sky Hammer spirit—floating ominously overhead—suddenly expanded and dropped again with a thunderous crash.
The suffocating aura fell like judgment upon the gathered Fallen below.
Thousands of them could only stare upward in frozen horror.
Helpless.
Despairing.
As the hammer smashed down, blood splattered, screams rang out, and another ocean of corpses formed.
The outer city of Slaughter City—annihilated.
Tang San's expression remained cold.
"King of Slaughter… you're now a king without a kingdom. Still won't show yourself?"
His bloodstained appearance, cold voice, and ruthless presence…
He was like the incarnation of the Shura God himself.
Yet—silence.
Now, the entirety of Slaughter City was nothing but blood, ruins, and smoke.
It was soaked in red, a hellscape born of wrath.
A sea of blood…
Tang San's pupils suddenly shrank!
He remembered something.
When he left the Hell Road days ago, he had passed by a massive, blood-red ocean.
That lake had been endless and bottomless.
He had guessed then—it must be the core of Slaughter City.
A reservoir formed over countless years from the blood and soul power of Fallen who died in the Killing Field.
If he had still been the Tang San of the past, he might have destroyed such a cursed thing without hesitation.
But the old him had died.
And the new Tang San… was twisted by slaughter and darkness.
He had even taken some of that blood with him,
Calling it "Bloody Mary," sipping it from time to time.
Now, with the city slaughtered and the King of Slaughter still in hiding…
He remembered that lake again.
But entering the Hell Road without the King of Slaughter?
Nearly impossible.
Tang San turned like a crimson whirlwind, soaring back toward the inner city ruins.
There—
At the center of the rubble that had once been the Hell Killing Field—
A radiant, transparent pillar of light had quietly emerged, stretching toward the sky.
It glowed with an enchanting brilliance.
Tang San's blood-red eyes lit up.
This was the entrance to the Hell Road.
He didn't know when it had opened.
Soul light surged across his body as he prepared.
On his left hand—the Clear Sky Hammer spirit condensed, blood still dripping.
On his right—blood-colored Blue Silver Grass twitched like a venomous snake.
Ready to strike.
With his preparations complete—
Tang San stepped into the light.
The moment he entered, the world spun.
Scenes twisted and disappeared as his vision blurred.
Even Tang San had to shut his eyes from the vertigo.
When he opened them again—
He stood on an unfamiliar oval-shaped platform.
All around him—darkness.
Only a faint red glow below, illuminating his steps.
Beneath the platform—an endless abyss.
Only one path remained—
A narrow bridge, barely half a foot wide, leading deeper into the void.
Tang San's expression became grave.
But he did not hesitate. He walked forward steadily.
He had felt it.
The person he sought…
Was just ahead.
And sure enough—
As he crossed the narrow bridge, he finally saw it.
A silhouette.
A figure sat cross-legged at the end of the path, cloaked in shadow.
"King Shura," the figure said, his voice calm and sinister.
"You've finally arrived."
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