Chapter 402 – Heaven and Hell
"Let you recover your strength?"
Outside the outer city of Slaughter City, the black mist fell silent for a moment after hearing Tang San's question. Then it asked, "You mean... you want to use soul skills here?"
"That's right."
Tang San nodded and admitted, "He's a Soul Douluo, and so am I. But my spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, and I possess some special weapons. If we fight fairly, I'm absolutely confident I can kill him and take control of all Slaughter City."
"Don't rush it."
The black mist didn't agree immediately. Instead, it warned, "Since you've come to Slaughter City, then follow its rules. Don't draw the attention of that guy—the God of Asura. Don't forget, this place is his domain. Any disturbance here, and he'll know."
Though the God Realm forbade gods from descending into the mortal world, that restriction only applied to ordinary gods.
Someone like the God of Asura, who created the rules himself, wasn't bound by them.
The same went for the other four Divine Kings. After all, those rules were made hundreds of thousands of years ago. Over that long span, with the exception of the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Kindness, the other three Divine Kings had each bent the rules in secret at some point.
"Alright, I understand."
Tang San nodded. Then he turned to the veiled woman beside him and began asking about the rules and structure of this place.
Once he had a clear understanding of Slaughter City's workings, he said, "In that case, take me to the inner city. There's nothing worth seeing in the outer city."
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the surroundings—eyes filled with cold indifference and disdain.
Had I known such a place existed in the Douluo Continent, I would've come earlier—killed everyone here and devoured them all.
"No problem." The woman gave a soft chuckle and did not refuse. She turned and began walking toward the inner city.
"Well, well... a newcomer. Looks like we're about to get a fresh batch of Blood Marys. Hehehe…"
As they walked along the road to the inner city, a hoarse voice echoed.
Tang San followed the sound—and was surprised.
The speaker looked utterly wretched—literally skin and bones. Through his exposed flesh, you could clearly see his skeleton. There wasn't a shred of meat on him, and his aura was so faint he seemed close to death at any moment.
Even now, the man was eyeing Tang San like prey—staring at him with that cold, hungry gaze.
"What kind of person is this?"
Tang San frowned slightly, clearly puzzled.
In a place like this—a world of slaughter and hell—how could someone like that exist?
After all, in a lawless place, the weak would either hide far away or never dare appear in public.
As for the idea that this man was pretending to be weak—Tang San dismissed it. No matter how he looked at it, the man didn't seem the type.
The veiled woman, used to such scenes, merely smiled and explained calmly, "Life in the inner city isn't as simple as you imagine."
"You're constantly on guard for ambushes—and every year, you're forced to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena for a deathmatch."
"For newcomers like you, once you enter the inner city, there's a 99% chance you won't survive more than three days."
"As for the outer city, random killing is forbidden. The weak ones linger out here, barely surviving by offering two cups of Blood Mary each month."
"I see…"
Tang San nodded thoughtfully. But then, as if realizing something, he narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you looking down on me? You think I'm just like those pieces of trash?"
Damn it.
Tang San admitted he couldn't compare to Kong, but when it came to others—especially in a place like this—he was more than capable.
This was a place where any method was permitted, which was perfect for someone like him.
Hidden weapons were meant to strike unexpectedly, to catch the opponent completely off guard.
And this lawless city was the best place to use such tools.
"It's not that I'm looking down on you," the woman shrugged, her tone indifferent. "I'm just telling the truth."
She had seen far too many brash newcomers swagger in, claiming they'd conquer all of Slaughter City and crown themselves emperor.
Tang San's expression darkened. His fists clenched as he thought to himself,
Fine. Keep underestimating me for now. Once I don't need you anymore, you'll see what I'm really capable of.
Along the way, Tang San saw many more skin-and-bone figures.
These people would rather cling to life in the outer city, offering two cups of blood each month, than risk stepping into the inner city.
That alone showed just how dangerous the inner city truly was.
Realizing this, Tang San's attitude turned more serious.
In this forsaken place where he stood alone, he had to remain on full alert.
Not only did he have to avoid drawing the attention of the God of Asura, he also had to guard against lowly ambushes.
A single careless moment could mean death.
After walking for about half an hour, the woman led Tang San to a city wall.
The wall wasn't high—only about ten meters. Beyond it lay the inner city of Slaughter City.
Once there, the woman said nothing more and stepped through without hesitation.
"There are no guards here. Anyone from the outer city who dares can enter anytime."
"But once you're in, it's best not to stray more than five meters from me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety," she said, glancing back at him.
Tang San gave a small nod and followed her without hesitation.
The moment he entered, he could immediately feel how different the inner city was.
If the outer city was cold, dead, and lifeless—then the inner city was madness and excess.
It was crowded with people, and colored lights flashed everywhere.
Chaotic sights and jumbled sounds all surged in at once, overwhelming Tang San.
He hadn't even walked far before he heard blood-chilling noises—
Manic laughter, desperate sobs, screams of agony...
Thrown into such a pressurized environment so suddenly, Tang San felt his blood start to boil.
Here, he didn't need to fear Kong. He didn't need to fear the gods.
And if he ever encountered someone he couldn't beat, he had backup.
For him, this place was a paradise—a place to vent, to indulge, to enjoy.
(End of Chapter)
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