Chapter 412: Make a Move
Just as Tang San was preparing, under the black mist's instruction, to devour the entire Clear Sky Sect, Kong arrived at Slaughter City.
After leaving the Divine Realm Committee, he first arranged divine positions for the women around him—some as First-Class Gods, others as Second-Class Gods.
Just as Kong had expected, many gods were eager to pass down their divine positions and then leave the Divine Realm to roam freely across other worlds.
Now, the opportunity had come. Not only could they pass down their positions, but they could also gain a favor from the God King of Thunder. Such a profitable exchange—how could they refuse?
Facing Slaughter City before him, Kong's expression was as calm as still water. He could clearly sense that there wasn't a single living being left within.
Fortunately, the place itself hadn't been destroyed. Otherwise, in the future, there would be no place left to imprison the truly heinous or those with nowhere else to go.
Slaughter City had stood for over a thousand years in the Douluo Continent. More than just a part of history, it was one of the forbidden zones for soul masters. And yet, this so-called forbidden zone had managed to persist for millennia in the soul master world.
While it had its own foundation and heritage, more importantly, it served as a crucial prison. This was why even the Spirit Hall, which despised evil soul masters to the bone, never acted to wipe it out.
Given the Spirit Hall's strength, destroying Slaughter City would have been simple. The strongest figure here was only the Slaughter King, and his cultivation was merely around Rank 95—even though his body had once belonged to Tang Chen, a Rank 99.
After a brief pause, Kong's figure flashed and appeared in the Hell Road—one of the essential trials to gain the Killing God Domain and qualify as the Shura God's successor.
"Interesting."
As he looked at the now-dried blood pool below, Kong finally grew serious. Perhaps the other God Kings were right: if that thing were allowed to restore its strength unchecked, not only the current Divine Realm, but even the long-dead Dragon God and the Nine Dragon Kings together would be no match for it.
Meanwhile...
In a small village of the Heaven Dou Empire, Tang San was dressed in a pitch-black cloak, thoroughly concealing himself.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?"
Just as Tang San stepped into the area, a voice called out. Moments later, two figures emerged.
"I'm a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect."
With that, Tang San raised his right hand and released his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.
"Who are you? Why haven't we seen you before?"
Seeing the martial soul, the two relaxed somewhat.
"My name is Tang San. My father is Tang Hao," Tang San replied with a calm face.
"You're Tang San?!"
Hearing his self-introduction, the two were wide-eyed in disbelief. They had thought this kid was already dead.
"What, is there a problem?" Tang San narrowed his eyes, a deep black glint flashing in their depths.
"No, no problem. In that case, follow us back to the Clear Sky Sect."
After their brief shock, the two recovered and took the lead.
As Tang Hao's son—and Tang Hao being the younger brother of Tang Xiao—Tang San's status was far beyond that of ordinary gatekeepers. More importantly, based on their rank, they had no authority to stop Tang San's return. All they could do was lead him back to the sect; how he would be handled would be left to the sect master and elders to decide.
Tang San followed behind the two, casually surveying the surroundings with little concern.
His current cultivation had already reached the level of a Title Douluo. With the black mist's support, not to mention Peak Douluo, even someone like Kong—a God King—was no match for him.
The only reason he hadn't acted yet was to avoid attracting Kong or the other gods' attention.
"Tang San, where's your father, Tang Hao? Didn't he return with you?"
While walking the road back to the Clear Sky Sect, one of the men ahead turned to ask, curiosity in his eyes.
More than a decade ago, Tang Hao had already been a Title Douluo, and back then, he had single-handedly taken on three Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall—shocking the entire soul master world.
Now that more than ten years had passed, Tang Hao's cultivation must have reached Rank 95 by now.
At that level, Tang Hao could go toe-to-toe with even a Rank 97 powerhouse.
If a figure like that returned, the overall strength of the Clear Sky Sect would immediately jump to a new level.
"No."
Tang San blinked, a look of confusion appearing on his face as he asked, "Don't you know? He's already dead."
"What?!"
At those words, the few men's expressions drastically changed.
What did he just say? The Clear Sky Douluo, who once gravely wounded the former Pope of Spirit Hall and made the entire continent tremble—dead?
Wasn't that a bit too unbelievable?
"Come on, tell us what happened?"
Hearing such explosive news, their curiosity far outweighed their shock. They genuinely wanted to know what kind of ruthless figure had managed to kill Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo.
"Do you really think that's something appropriate to talk about?" Tang San glanced at them, eyes filled with cold indifference.
Since forming his pact with the black mist, Tang San had become increasingly cold and ruthless. If it had been the old him, he'd have turned hostile the moment someone asked such a question.
"Fair enough. It really isn't appropriate," the few men exchanged glances and reined in their curiosity.
Asking a man about the details of his father's death right to his face truly wasn't the most respectful thing to do.
As time passed, they finally arrived at the true location of the Clear Sky Sect.
In the past, they would have arrived much earlier, but ever since Tang Hao's actions triggered the wrath of Spirit Hall, they had been forced to relocate to the farthest peak and seal off the entire sect to protect themselves.
"Tang San, that's the place. Go on ahead yourself."
One of the men pointed toward the tall peak in front of them, indicating that their destination had been reached. Then, they turned and started walking away.
But at that very moment, Tang San moved. His eyes turned pitch black, and dense black mist surged forth, instantly devouring the few men who had just turned their backs.
"As expected of Clear Sky Sect disciples—devouring them feels entirely different!"
Sensing the changes within his body, a trace of excitement and anticipation flickered in Tang San's eyes.
Although he could dominate the continent using the black mist's power, that strength wasn't truly his. Only by elevating his own cultivation could he unleash his most genuine potential.
(End of Chapter)
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