Chapter 139

Shalu Zhidu entrance.

Tang Hao dragged his heavily wounded body, broke open the entrance and rushed in; seeing Yang Yun waiting there, his heart and spirit suddenly relaxed.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The pent-up gloom in his heart briefly eased.

But Tang Hao knew this was clearly drinking poison to quench thirst; spitting blood like that, he might die right there.

Finding a relatively safe spot, Tang Hao had no time to use soul power to mend his shattered martial soul; the little soul power remaining in his body began forcibly shifting the stagnant blood and gloom to his right leg.

"If these hidden wounds are not all condensed here, moving the injury will likely kill me; sooner or later the erupting wounds will devour my body."

Tang Hao was about to detonate the flesh on his right foot, tearing out the soul bone.

A blood‑red, magma‑like substance suddenly welled up from the ground and rushed into all seven of Tang Hao's orifices.

At that moment, in the Divine Realm...

A figure clad in blood‑red armor looked at the scene of Tang Hao and his father appearing in Shalu Zhidu and sneered: "The Angel God and Sea God each have divine emissaries in the Douluo plane; I, the Asura God, am now refining an Asura High Priest—this is fitting and proper."

"Who has an opinion? Who dares to have one?"

"However, the flames on the little bat raised by the Rakshasa God are hard to extinguish; they actually drained all the divine power I had seeped down to the mortal world through the inheritance land—hmph, let you jump around for a few days; when my heir grows up, I will make you pay the due price."

With time, Tang Hao's aura gradually recovered and kept climbing upward.

In the darkness.

The King of Slaughter—precisely the Crimson Nine‑Headed Bat King—was observing all this; as the ruler of Shalu Zhidu, nothing escaped him.

Yang Poxue walked out of the Slaughter Hell Arena; a flash of blood in his eyebrows vanished instantly into his pupils, where a wisp of red flame burned fiercely.

"Looks like I should leave; this place offers me no further growth." Yang Poxue needed just one more battle to obtain the Slaughter God Domain, after which he would leave Shalu Zhidu and return to his sect.

Are the Breaking Heaven Sect and Hall of Justice still the same as before? Yang Poxue now deeply understands what it means to have a heart eager to return home.

A flash of blood.

The King of Slaughter took Yang Poxue into his palace; after these many days, the Asura God's power made clear that he could not penetrate this place.

Better to trap the King of Slaughter here; once he strays too far, the Asura God's power will instantly engulf him, extinguishing the sub‑fire Yang Yun left inside him.

If he stays, he faces Shenluo God power; if he leaves, he faces the Asura God himself.

"Why did you suddenly summon me? Is there trouble?" Yang Poxue eyed the King of Slaughter scrutinizingly; aside from initially blocking Tang Hao for him, the King of Slaughter had never contacted him before.

Now suddenly seeking him out, there must be a request.

The King of Slaughter wore a bitter smile, sighed, and said in a low voice: "That Slaughter God Tang Hao has returned, and he is now receiving a reverse infusion of Asura God power—I have a bad feeling about this."

"I will arrange ten Soul Douluo to help you open a hundred battles; those fellows are dead men under my control, they will offer no resistance. Afterward I will enter the Hell Road Passage with you; with me, you will surely pass the trial and obtain the Slaughter God Domain."

Yang Poxue's face showed doubt as he asked: "Go together? Why? You're the King of Slaughter—you can't leave Shalu Zhidu, can you?" Tang Chen watched Yang Poxue's expression gradually withdraw and knew that if he didn't clarify, he would likely never leave this place of right and wrong.

"I am the ten‑thousand‑year‑old Crimson Nine‑Headed Bat King; the Breaking Heaven Sect's sect master long ago saw through my true form and helped me regain control of this puppet, just so I could help you pass Shalu Zhidu's Hell Road."

"Now the Asura God's power fills Shalu Zhidu; I, the King of Slaughter, am almost a name without substance. If I don't leave, I fear I will become Tang Hao's son's soul ring and soul bone—a boon to your enemies, Breaking Heaven Sect. Can you tolerate that?"

"If you can endure it, I feel sorry for Yang Sect Master; I have lived long enough to know a secret art that can change my sacrifice at the moment of offering, becoming your second martial soul."

"Don't worry, I won't harm you; I carry the flame left by Yang Sect Master. When I open the Hell Road, I will destroy my own meridians before leaving this puppet's body, cutting off soul power flow. You take the chance to shatter all six of his soul bones—don't leave a single hair for Tang Hao or his bastard son."

Yang Poxue felt his teeth ache after hearing that.

This guy—who knows how many years the ten‑thousand‑year‑old bat spirit beast has lived—when he goes all out, he leaves himself no retreat.

He shows no mercy toward the puppet he has long controlled.

Yet one cannot deny that the conditions hidden in this spirit beast's words are full of temptation, and with a single move he offers six complete soul bones.

According to the sect master, this King of Slaughter is actually Tang Chen, sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, whose cultivation has reached rank 99, the peak of Title Douluo—terrifyingly strong.

How strong would the soul bones be on a soul master of that level?

Yang Poxue simply cannot imagine how strong they would be.

Yang Poxue knows the King of Slaughter harbors sub‑fire, and he can clearly sense the presence of part of the Meteoric Heart Flame.

Though strong, he cannot stir up any waves before the sect master's methods.

In effect he has gained a twin martial soul for free, plus six assured‑quality soul bones, and even a set of ten‑thousand‑year soul bones.

Yang Poxue felt his throat dry.

After steadying his mind, she said softly: "As you said, Tang Hao is already in Shalu Zhidu; let's open the Slaughter Arena quickly—this place is no good to linger."

"Who knows what backhand a divine inheritance land might hold? To ensure the mission's success, I must enter the Hell Road at once."

A red light flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes.

After clapping his hands, nine personal guards removed their armor and entered the lower Slaughter Arena one by one.

The spectator stands were packed—people dragged in by those nine Soul Douluo to watch the battles by force, and also high‑rank cultivators who could barely afford the Bloody Mary.

These people are all fodder for Yang Poxue to open the Hell Road.

The King of Slaughter stood on higher ground.

Watching Yang Poxue effortlessly reap lives, absorbing the soul power of those nine Soul Douluo, his own strength grew richer.

The King of Slaughter raised his hand without hesitation, sacrificing everyone in the stands; the Hell Road slowly unfolded.

(End of chapter)