Chapter 97: Duel in the Blood Mist
Seeing Tang San approach,
the tall figure entrenched on the Hell Road suddenly stood up.
Blood seemed to flow beneath the crimson cloak, radiating a sinister aura.
"King Shura, you've finally arrived,"
the King of Slaughter said calmly—yet his tone dripped with disdain.
"You knew I would come?"
Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in one hand, the Blue Silver Emperor vines coiling around his other. His steps were deliberate, slow, and tense.
Each step left behind a bright red footprint.
It was the blood of Slaughter City—seeping from his battle-worn body, dyeing the Hell Road beneath his feet.
"I foresaw this the day you entered my city,"
the King of Slaughter replied.
"I've watched you from the start. You appeared out of nowhere—your body radiated death, as if you'd been pulled back from the grave itself."
Tang San's steps halted.
"You devoured the Slaughter Field trials. What takes others years, you completed in months. And when you forced your way to the Hell Road, I knew."
The King of Slaughter raised the Shura Demon Sword, its blood-soaked blade glinting.
"You're a dead man. Revived by a force far beyond this realm. A chosen one—sent to claim the Shura Demon Sword."
Tang San was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"You're half right."
The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes. "Only half?"
He quickly shook his head.
"No matter. You came for this—"
He raised the Shura Demon Sword.
"Take it from me, if you can."
Tang San's gaze locked on the sword—its blood-red blade thrumming with murderous intent.
"Give me the sword, and I'll let you live."
Soul light erupted from Tang San's body as nine soul rings circled him. The first four were from the past—but the remaining five glowed with divine radiance.
They were God-given soul rings.
Terrifying in their majesty.
The King of Slaughter smirked.
"You're the first to speak to me so boldly."
As his words faded, he vanished into thin air.
A thick red mist spread across the Hell Road, dense with corruption. It stank of blood and decay, tainting the soul.
Tang San didn't move. He calmly raised his hammer, eyes glowing red, scanning the mist.
This was no ordinary fog.
It was a domain.
One that suppressed soul power and disoriented the mind.
A sudden gust stirred behind him. Tang San didn't hesitate.
He spun and hurled the Clear Sky Hammer behind him.
Boom!
The hammer exploded with light. Nine soul rings blazed as it expanded, smashing forward.
At the same time, dark vines burst from the ground—like countless iron spears. They rose and ensnared the figure diving through the mist.
Only then did Tang San turn.
Hovering in the air, the King of Slaughter revealed a monstrous form:
a massive blood-colored bat with veined wings, inscribed with countless killing runes.
On his forehead, a glowing, sword-shaped mark burned.
Tang San's attack was blocked by those wings—huge and powerful, both shield and blade.
The hammer returned to Tang San's hand. He caught it mid-air, eyes sharp.
Then—
"Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique."
He sprang forward like a cannonball, hammer spinning. Each blow stacked on the last—each strike heavier, faster, deadlier.
But the King of Slaughter was no ordinary foe.
His wings flapped once—and his form vanished.
No afterimage.
No sound.
Just crimson mist and the overwhelming scent of blood.
But Tang San remained calm.
Floating mid-air, he tracked the King's movements with piercing clarity.
One hit. That's all he needed.
One clean strike from his fully-powered hammer—and even a Super Douluo would be obliterated.
The blood river below began to churn.
Waves of crimson surged upward in a vortex, lashing toward Tang San in a blinding storm.
But he wasn't deceived.
He activated his Purple Demon Eye.
Through the chaos, he saw it clearly—
Blood was converging into a single shape.
Feeding something.
Feeding him.
A slow grin spread across Tang San's face.
He had prepared for this.
Before entering, he had scattered Snow Swan Kiss into the blood river—a potent immortal herb. If the King of Slaughter absorbed it…
Then Tang San had already won half the battle.
Suddenly—
The King of Slaughter was in front of him again.
Claws—sharp as daggers—slashed toward Tang San's heart.
Blood-colored energy exploded from the King's body. He lunged like a beast, aiming to kill in a single blow.
BOOM—
Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer ignited, turning from white to blood-red.
At the same moment, he activated the Slaughter God Domain, overlapping its power with the hammer's full Chaos Cloak might.
They collided—
Tang San spat blood and flew backward, tumbling over ten meters.
But he caught the hammer.
Held it tight.
Then, as he steadied, his body burst with blue and crimson light. Vines unfurled wildly around him like a blooming forest.
This was his true form:
The Blue Silver Emperor Avatar.
And with it—
The evolved domain skill:
Forest of Myriad Illusions—Senluo Wanxiang.
The true battle had only just begun.