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A massive Clear Sky Hammer hovered in the air, radiating a domineering aura as if it were the only thing in the world!
"Clear Sky Hammer!!"
Tang San's eyes widened as he stared at the Clear Sky Hammer, several times larger than his father's.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "This guy... Who is he? Why does he have the Clear Sky Hammer?!"
The Clear Sky Hammer was the symbol of the Clear Sky Sect, known as the world's number one weapon Martial Spirit. Only the direct disciples of the Clear Sky Sect could possess it. Outsiders couldn't have it.
But now, the Slaughter King summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, which was even bigger than his father's. What was going on?
Tang San needed clarification. He had no idea what was happening.
Fang Xuan suddenly said, "It's very simple. It's because he's your father!"
"???"
Tang San's mouth twitched slightly. He glared at Fang Xuan, thinking this guy was insulting him again.
Fang Xuan added, "I mean... Grandpa!"
Tang San: "# $*!"
The Slaughter King's true identity was Tang San's great-grandfather, Tang Chen. Among those present, only Fang Xuan knew this. He kindly revealed the truth to Tang San, but Tang San thought Fang Xuan was mocking him.
In this world, it was hard to be a good person.
As time passed, Slaughter King's appearance underwent a dramatic transformation. Once filled with bloodlust and hatred, his red eyes gradually regained clarity and turned deep black. His demonic blood-red hair turned into black hair that draped over his back. Even his face changed!
The former Slaughter King had an evil and ferocious look. This black-haired man was very handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He had an imposing presence and was filled with righteousness!
Not only that, but the massive Clear Sky Hammer also began to change rapidly. It transformed into a three-meter-long blood-red demon sword in the blink of an eye!
The Slaughter King's black hair flowed over his shoulders, and his eyes became deep and enigmatic. His right hand grasped the demon sword, and the moment he did, an extremely terrifying Spirit force erupted like a volcano, sweeping out in all directions!
All the palaces and boulders within a thousand meters were reduced to ashes. Even Fang Xuan, Tang San, and Hu Liena were sent flying by this terrifying Spirit power.
This power was too frightening. It was completely above that of a Titled Douluo. This was a power that only a god could possess!
"Hahahaha..."
Slaughter King shed two streams of blood tears. Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and laughed, but his laughter was filled with endless sorrow.
"Did I win? Or did he lose? It no longer matters to me. Decades have passed like a dream, and I've committed such sins. Asura, what a god. In the end, I still need to pass your test. This is about something other than right or wrong. It's just fate!"
The blood-red demon sword burned fiercely, like a fire of anger that would never be extinguished. Amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the black-haired man was in a deranged state, crying and laughing at times. No one could understand him.
After a long while, the black-haired man gradually calmed down from his immense sorrow and joy. He became composed. His bright eyes scanned Fang Xuan, Tang San, and Hu Liena.
He said, "I have to thank the three of you. Without your help, I don't know how long I would have been trapped in this demonic body..."
"Thank us? The Slaughter King is thanking someone? You're not the Slaughter King. Who exactly are you?" Tang San furrowed his brow, scanning the mysterious man before him with suspicion.
The massive Clear Sky Hammer that appeared earlier had confused him. He was intensely curious about the true identity of this man who had once been the Slaughter King.
"What's going on?!" Hu Liena was also puzzled. Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the transformed Slaughter King.
Only Fang Xuan remained silent. He didn't say a word. He rested his head on his hands and whistled in boredom, waiting for Tang San's father's grandfather to introduce himself.
"Who am I? Haha, it's been so long. So long that I almost can't remember who I am!"
The black-haired man's face was sorrowful as he looked up at the sky and laughed. Two streams of blood tears flowed down his cheeks. He took a deep breath with difficulty, overwhelmed by emotions.
He sighed and said, "Back then, for a promise, I traveled far and wide to find a way to become a god. But becoming a god is incredibly difficult. How could the insurmountable gap between a mortal and a god be easily crossed?"
"To become a god, one must accumulate the power of faith for thousands of years. Only then can a top-notch expert ascend to godhood. However, thousands of years is too long. Even a Titled Douluo might not live that long!"
"So, I chose another path—to find a position to inherit!"
Pausing momentarily, a look of reminiscence appeared in the black-haired man's eyes. He sighed and continued sharing his story. Tang San and Hu Liena were immediately captivated by his legendary experiences and listened intently.
"However, finding an inheritance left behind by a god wasn't easy. Even though I was invincible in the world at that time, finding the ruins of a god was still very difficult. It wasn't until I came to Slaughter City that I finally sensed the aura of a god. That was... the Asura God!"
"In this world, there are two evil gods. One is the Asura God, who governs Slaughter, and the other is the Rakshasa God, who governs evil thoughts. Slaughter City is a relic left behind when the two transcended the world. I was overjoyed and quickly gained the Asura God's recognition."
"I began undergoing the Asura God's trials. Since I was already invincible in the mortal world then, I easily passed the initial divine tests. However, as time passed, I gradually lost myself, and evil thoughts corrupted my heart. Ultimately, I was parasitized by the Blood Red Nine-headed Bat King and became the Slaughter King you all meet."
"I was neither human nor a ghost. It wasn't until I awoke that I realized the Asura God's test was tainted with the aura of Rakshasa. It wasn't a pure Asura test—it was a trap left behind by the Rakshasa God when he transcended."
"Not long ago, this young man used that divine weapon to destroy the Blood Red Nine-headed Bat King that had parasitized my body. Only then did I break free from my predicament and pass the eighth trial of the Asura God, gaining the recognition of the Asura Sacred Sword!"
At this point, the black-haired man's feelings were conflicted. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "Unfortunately, it's too late..."
"Senior, who are you?!" Tang San couldn't help but ask.
"My name is... Tang Chen, the third-generation Sect Leader of the Clear Sky Sect," the black-haired man said calmly.
"Tang... Tang Chen? Sect Leader of the Clear Sky Sect... then you are my..."
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes turned red, and tears filled his eyes. When Fang Xuan kicked him away, he walked up to Tang Chen excitedly, ready to acknowledge his ancestry.
At that moment, Fang Xuan strode up to Tang Chen with a genuine smile and said respectfully, "Senior, how are you?
"I'm Tang Er, a direct disciple of the Clear Sky Sect!"