Wait...
Did he just wipe them out again?!
No, seriously!
How did this little brat do it?!
Why were people frozen solid?
What was up with those soul bones?
And that ice-blue longsword—how did it break through their defenses?
On top of that—
He just won three matches in a row, all in under ten minutes!
There was no way this was just luck anymore.
For a moment, the entire arena fell into another stalemate.
Even though immortal herbs were tempting...
Even though soul bones were valuable...
They were useless if you were dead.
Fear spread through the crowd.
Tang Lan shrugged and taunted—
"Did I scare you all too much? Bunch of cowards."
"You all act so tough, but when it comes down to it—you're just spineless weaklings."
"Aren't you ashamed?"
That instantly enraged the crowd.
"Brat, do you even know where you are?!"
"Laugh while you can! You still have to leave the Hell Slaughter Arena at some point!"
"Maybe nine people couldn't take you, but what about twenty? Thirty?!"
"Go ahead and act smug now—you won't last much longer!"
They shouted fiercely, but—
None of them moved.
It was all empty bravado.
Tang Lan let out a sigh, then casually grabbed the Nine-Petal Purple Ganoderma and walked to the edge of the arena.
He snapped off a piece and tossed it into the Blood River below.
The crowd gasped in agony!
Even Tang San almost jumped in to stop him.
—The Nine-Petal Purple Ganoderma he ate before wasn't even ten-thousand-year-grade!
Brother!
That's too wasteful!
If Tang San was feeling this way, how much worse was it for the others?
"Brat, what are you doing?!"
"That's pure waste!"
"Stop right now, you fool!"
"Someone, get down there and stop him!"
Watching the precious herb get snapped in half, someone finally lost their patience.
Several fighters stuck at bottlenecks leaped into the arena.
"Kid, we're coming!"
"Just stop throwing it away!"
"You want to die? We'll grant your wish!"
"Hurry up and fight us!"
Tang Lan stopped his 'wasteful' actions and turned to face the newcomers.
The referee immediately declared—
"Let the slaughter begin!"
The nine fighters surrounded Tang Lan, determined to eliminate him.
However—
They had no idea about the hidden ice daggers, concealed by Mirror Flower, Water Moon.
Once again, they were instantly frozen by Extreme Ice.
But—
Before Tang Lan could even summon his Emperor Sword,
he heard a cracking sound—
"Crack, crack, crack!"
All nine fighters broke free from their ice prisons, smirking at Tang Lan.
"Brat, did you really think we came here to die?"
"I'm an 86th-level Soul Douluo!"
"Ha! I'm 87th-level!"
"Old man here is 89th-level!"
One after another, they revealed their soul rings—
All nine of them were Soul Douluo!
No wonder they could break free from Extreme Ice.
But—
"Eight-ring Soul Douluo? That's not even worth watching."
A single Emperor Sword flew forward,
targeting the overconfident 89th-level elder.
The old man confidently summoned his long spear martial soul, preparing to deflect the attack.
Tang Lan grinned.
—Oh, we've got a moron here.
Under mental power control,
the Emperor Swordslithered around the spear like a serpent,
then suddenly accelerated—
piercing straight through the old man's throat!
The protective soul power and the fortified body of a Soul Douluo—
were no stronger than paper before the Emperor Sword.
Blue ice crystals spread across his body, freezing him into a familiar ice sculpture.
Instant kill!
Another instant kill!
It seemed excessive, but—
A 700,000-year soul bone ability, combined with a Sea God Douluo's mental technique...
Killing a Soul Douluo who couldn't even use soul skills?
That was just routine.
"Something's wrong with this kid!"
"Everyone, focus on defense!"
"Don't back down! Kill him!"
"Wait—are we defending or attacking?!"
The remaining eight Soul Douluo were in complete disarray.
Against the Emperor Sword, which soared around the arena like a predator,
they couldn't even last a single exchange.
In just ten seconds,
all eight Soul Douluo had been turned into ice sculptures.
The closest one hadn't even gotten within ten meters of Tang Lan.
Such precious Soul Douluo, though—Tang Lan wasn't about to waste them by absorbing their killing aura.
Instead, he stored them inside his spatial ring,
planning to feed them to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger later.
This left the arena referee in an awkward position.
The Hell Slaughter Arena existed to force soul masters to kill each other and expand the Blood Pool.
But Tang Lan was taking bodies instead of leaving them behind...
Suddenly!
The referee tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then quickly glanced at Tang Hao.
Moments later, he hurriedly announced—
"Contestant 9527, victory!"
And he didn't push him to leave the arena either.
Meanwhile, the spectators had figured it out—
Something is definitely off about this kid!
Either he was a powerhouse in disguise,
or he was a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy here for "training."
But either way—
he was not someone they wanted to mess with.
—Who in their right mind would risk their lives to be someone else's stepping stone?
The smart ones left immediately,
already deciding that they wouldn't return here anytime soon.
Tang Lan grinned as he watched them leave but didn't stop them.
He then turned to the remaining spectators,
who clearly had no intention of stepping into the arena.
Seeing this, he left the Hell Slaughter Arena as well,
intentionally splitting away from Tang Hao and heading outside alone.
Immediately—
Several people followed after him.
—They were waiting for the chance to rob and kill him.
Again, the same thought—
If nine couldn't take him, what about twenty?
Soon—
A total of fifty-plus people surrounded Tang Lan in the plaza outside the Hell Slaughter Arena.
And even more eyes were watching from a distance.
"Brat!" One of them sneered. "Hand over your spatial soul tool, and we'll leave you a whole corpse!"
"Kid, if you crawl between my legs, maybe I'll let you live."
"No way, he's gotta crawl under mine too!"
"Yeah! Me too!"
"Hahaha—!"
Thinking they had him cornered, the crowd mocked him freely,
delaying their attack so they could enjoy humiliating him first.
Tang Lan couldn't even be bothered to reply.
He simply raised his voice and said—
"Dad, go ahead—just don't kill them."
That remark set off another wave of laughter.
"Who's this brat calling 'Dad'?!"
"We've got so many people here—even if a Title Douluo showed up, they'd still get exhausted to death without their soul skills!"
"Yeah! Where's your dad, huh?—"
"Buzz—"
Suddenly—
A wave of murderous intentsuffocated the air,
as an unmistakableSlaughter God Domainunleashed itself!
The killing intent was so thick it felt solid,
crushing them with its sheer pressure!
This…
They slowly turned their heads—
and their faces turned deathly pale.
Standing there, completely unbothered,
was the legendary figure of the Slaughter City—
Tang Hao.
Beside him, exuding equal menace,
was the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
This brat's dad… was actually Tang Hao, the Slaughter God?!
At that moment—
They all had only one thought in their minds—
We're screwed!
Tang Lan spoke calmly—
"Open your mouths within three seconds, and you'll live."
There was no hesitation.
Everyone instantly opened their mouths.
—In the City of Slaughter, only those who knew how to read the situation survived.
Tang Lan flicked his hand, scattering a wave of green light.
Each person received one, which entered their mouths and dissolved into their bodies.
This was a soul seed that he had prepared in advance.
Just like Oscar's Replication Mirage Sausage,
it normally couldn't exist long-term in the City of Slaughter,
but once implanted inside a living body,
the presence of soul power and life energyprevented it from dissipating.
Even better—
Activating it didn't require a soul ring,
just a single thought from Tang Lan.
And now—
Every single one of them had become his Soul Seed Puppets.
Their lives were now literally in his hands.
Scared yet?
(End of Chapter.)