Tang San didn't even care about the filth.
Without hesitation, he pressed the saliva-covered soul bone onto his left arm,
intending to absorb it first and explain later.
"Smack—!"
Tang Hao's palm came down like a hammer,
slamming Tang San straight into the ground.
The soul bone flew out of his grasp,
spinning through the air before landing on his back with a heavy thud.
"Ugh—"
Tang San almost blacked out from the impact.
Tang Hao then stepped on the soul bone, grinding it against the ground to wipe it clean,
before casually tossing it into a spatial ring.
He scolded—
"That's Lan'er's spoils of war. You need his permission before using it."
Tang San got up with a blackened face.
I need my brother's permission?
As if he'd ever refuse!
This was just unnecessary bureaucracy!
After calming himself,
Tang San hurried toward the Hell Slaughter Arena,
planning to ask Tang Lan for permission during his match rotation.
Get the soul bone first—everything else could wait.
However, the gatekeeper blocked him.
With a professional tone, he said—
"Entry fee: one cup of Huangquan Dew."
Tang San's Ego Gets Smashed
Tang San frowned in confusion.
"An entry fee? But I didn't pay one earlier."
The gatekeeper subtly glanced at Tang Hao, giving a silent explanation.
Tang San understood immediately.
He puffed up his chest and declared—
"I am Tang San, son of Slaughter God Tang Hao! You dare block me?!"
The response?
A look of pure disdain from the gatekeeper.
"Smack—!"
Tang San stumbled forward, barely stopping himself from face-planting.
"Who?!"
He whipped around, only to see Tang Hao lowering his hand,
even though they were dozens of meters apart.
—He just got slapped through the air by pure soul power.
Tang San was furious!
Too much!
What reason did he have to hit me this time?!
The gatekeeper sighed and explained—
"In the City of Slaughter, everyone uses code names or numbers. Revealing your real name… well—"
"Once, a Slaughter God massacred every single person who had ever offended her after she won her title."
"So…"
Tang San finally realized how stupid he'd just been.
Being under Tang Lan's protection had made him careless—
he had stopped thinking for himself.
Just then, he noticed a middle-aged man approaching,
holding a cup of Huangquan Dew.
Tang San pretended to turn away,
and in the next second—
a sharp glint of light shot from his collar,
piercing straight into the man's eye socket.
One hit kill!
The cup of Huangquan Dew fell mid-air—
Tang San caught it smoothly and handed it to the gatekeeper.
"Can I enter now?"
The gatekeeper stepped aside, signaling him to do as he pleased.
Tang San lifted his foot—
only to see Tang Lan walking out of the arena.
Now he was awkwardly stuck mid-step—move forward or pull back?
"Brother?"
Tang San asked, surprised.
"Why are you out so soon?"
"Finished already." Tang Lan replied casually.
"Those guys tried to rush me and exhaust me."
Tang San's expression twitched.
"Rush him?"
"Exhaust him?"
Tang Lan's main fighting style was mental attacks,
and his Soul Spirit Domain constantly absorbed energy from enemies.
His internal energy was backed by Nine Yang Divine Skill, meaning he recovered insanely fast.
On top of that—
he had Soul Seeds implanted in people, meaning he could remotely replenish himself anytime.
Trying to tire him out?!
That was just suicide!
Tang San quickly changed the subject—
"Brother, perfect timing!"
"One of the Soul Douluo that got fed to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger dropped a ten-thousand-year soul bone—can I absorb it?"
Oh?
Tang Lan looked at Tang Hao, who handed him the spatial ring.
With a quick mental scan, he confirmed—
It was a forty-thousand-year-old left arm soul bone.
It even had a rare dark attribute,
making it a valuable piece.
He considered giving it to Zhu Zhuqing or Jing Ling instead.
As for Tang San?
Tang Lan took out the soul bone,
and silently sealed it with Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Technique.
Then, with a completely neutral expression,
he handed it to Tang San without hesitation.
Tang San, unaware, accepted it joyfully.
Meanwhile, Tang Lan turned to Tang Hao.
"Dad, that's enough for today. Let's head to your place."
Tang Hao nodded, leading the way.
Tang San quickly followed.
As they left—
Tang Lan tossed a cup of Huangquan Dew to the gatekeeper.
Before leaving, Tang Lan turned to the gatekeeper and said—
"Spread the word—tomorrow, I'll be bringing a hundred-thousand-year soul bone to the Hell Slaughter Arena."
"Anyone who wants it is welcome to compete."
The gatekeeper accepted the Huangquan Dew, his interest piqued.
He was curious to see how much chaos this lunatic would stir up.
As soon as Tang Lan walked away,
the gatekeeper immediately left to report to his superiors—
A serious problem has arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena!
Tang Hao's residence was surprisingly located in the Outer City.
The living conditions were crude, but at least fighting was forbidden here.
Tang Hao slapped the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's head and grumbled—
"It's all because of this beast."
"Every time it eats, it has to sleep for several days. If we were in the Inner City, I'd have to babysit it constantly."
Tang Lan nodded in understanding.
Yeah, Outer City was more convenient.
As for living conditions…
Tang Hao wasn't picky. As long as it had a roof, it was fine.
Meanwhile, Tang San didn't care about any of that.
He immediately sat down and began absorbing the soul bone.
However—
The moment he pressed the left arm bone to his arm… it rejected him.
—This wasn't because of the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Seal.
The soul bone itself refused him.
Tang San felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.
He refused to believe it and tried again—
Rejected. Again.
Tang San's face turned pale as ash.
He lowered his head in complete defeat, unable to accept reality.
Tang Lan gestured with one hand.
His mental power lifted the soul bone, removed the Vast Sea Seal, and stored it in Lan Wang.
Once he found a suitable recipient, he'd hand it over—and get his reward.
Now he was looking forward to future opponents—
Would they drop soul bones too?
Exciting!
Tang Lan turned to Tang Hao.
"Dad, you've been here for ten months and killed plenty of people. Any soul bones drop for you?"
Tang San snapped his head up and stared at Tang Hao eagerly.
Unfortunately—
Tang Hao shrugged.
"Most people who end up here are dirt poor."
"Finding someone with a soul bone is pure luck."
That made sense.
Tang San looked down again, sulking.
Tang Lan, on the other hand, stood up and stretched.
"You guys stay here. I'm heading to the Inner City for a walk."
"A hundred-thousand-year soul bone might bait some fools, but I need to actively seek out opportunities too."
Tang Hao also stood up.
"The Slaughter King is a sneaky bastard. I'd better come with you."
"Otherwise, he might try something shady."
Tang Lan had no objections.
So—
By the time Tang San snapped out of his sulking…
He realized the tent was empty.
It was just him and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
Sure—
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger acted like a harmless pet around Tang Hao and Tang Lan.
But let's not forget—
This was one of the most terrifying, evil beasts in existence!
Even without meaning to,
its innate dark aura made Tang San's entire body crawl with discomfort.
It felt like he could be eaten at any moment.
Pure torture!
But he couldn't leave either.
Here, he was just a Four-Ring Soul Sect—bottom of the food chain.
If he wandered around aimlessly, he'd just be a walking snack for stronger fighters.
For the first time,
Tang San deeply regretted coming here.
Wouldn't it have been way better to stay on Sea God Island, training his Sea God's Light trial?
But alas—
It was too late for regrets.
Right now, he needed to figure out how to win 100 consecutive fights and get the hell out of here.
Because let's not forget—
In just over a month,
he had a ticking time bomb set to explode.
(End of Chapter.)
Notes-You can read advanced chapters in patreon.com/Shadow_D_X, i have already finished douluo 1 arc and even quite a great deal of douluo 2 arc