"Bang!"
Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, smashing an onlooker's head directly.
Blood and brains splashed, dyeing the ground red.
"Get him! He's only one person," several burly men shouted, rushing toward Tang San.
"Ah!"
The black-clothed girl seemed stimulated by this bloody scene, screamed, grabbed the corner of Lu Feng's clothes, and hid behind him.
Her face was pale, with a bit of fear in her eyes, whether fake or real.
"Don't be afraid." Lu Feng patted her hand, his tone gentle.
He took the girl to the side of the street, found a bench to sit down, but his gaze never left Tang San's figure.
The current Tang San was completely different from the gentle and jade-like young man in Lu Feng's memory.
He was expressionless, emitting a palpitating killing intent. Especially his eyes, that cold indifference to life, as if what he was killing were not humans but a group of beasts.
"This kid has some skills," Lu Feng sighed in a low voice.
The black-clothed girl covered her mouth and whispered, "That person is the Iron Hammer Asura. He has already won more than forty victories in the Hell Slaughter Fields. Perhaps he will be the next Deathgod."
Hearing a hint from her words, Lu Feng frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that a Deathgod appeared in the Capital of Slaughter in recent years?"
The black-clothed girl nodded, her tone carrying a bit of awe. "A year ago, the Hell Messenger won a hundred victories and walked out of the Capital of Slaughter."
"Hell Messenger?"
Lu Feng repeated in a low voice, a name quickly flashing through his mind—Hu Liena.
"The King of Slaughter allowed the appearance of another Deathgod?" Lu Feng continued to ask, his tone carrying a bit of probing.
The black-clothed girl pouted. "The appearance of every Deathgod is a hidden danger for the Capital of Slaughter. However, the Hell Messenger is the disciple of another Deathgod, so the King of Slaughter couldn't stop it easily."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Tang San, a trace of cold light flashing in her eyes. "The Iron Hammer Asura refused the King of Slaughter's recruitment. We are already preparing to make a move on him."
Hearing this, Lu Feng looked at the girl with some surprise.
Such a secret matter, how could she, a mere attendant, know?
Seeming to see Lu Feng's doubts, the girl smiled slightly, her tone carrying a bit of mystery. "Besides being a guide, I am also the envoy of the King of Slaughter."
"What do you mean?" Lu Feng frowned slightly.
The girl looked at Lu Feng, a trace of blood-red brilliance flashing in her eyes.
She held her head high and said, "The King of Slaughter bestowed a drop of blood on me, and I gained the right to enter and exit the Capital of Slaughter freely."
"Vampire!"
Lu Feng was shaken inwardly, a word quickly flashing through his mind.
He remembered that in the legends of the West on Blue Star in his past life, the vampire race developed their descendants through blood.
If he remembered correctly, Tang Chen was currently possessed by a big bat, becoming neither human nor ghost.
Lu Feng held the girl's hand, and a trace of Mysterious Heaven Skill internal force quietly passed over. In his perception, there were no soul rings in the girl's body, but she possessed strength not inferior to a Soul Saint.
"Interesting. She has even exceeded the scope of humans," Lu Feng pondered inwardly.
"It seems the Capital of Slaughter still hides many secrets."
"Bang!"
Another muffled sound, several corpses flew out, blood staining the ground red.
Tang San's eyes remained cold and empty. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was wrapped with weird black patterns.
At this moment, he turned his head slowly, his gaze falling on Lu Feng. There was not a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if looking at a stranger.
"Lu Feng? Why is he here?" Tang San pondered inwardly with a bit of doubt.
Immediately, he ignored the desperadoes around him and turned to leave the street.
"Interesting." Lu Feng touched his chin, looking at Tang San's back with interest.
Seeing that Lu Feng seemed very interested in Tang San, the black-clothed girl whispered, "The Iron Hammer Asura was once imprisoned for more than a year. Otherwise, he would probably have won a hundred victories by now."
"Oh?" Lu Feng became interested immediately. "Who is so powerful?"
"It's the people from the Chrysanthemum Picking Alliance," the girl whispered, her tone carrying a bit of disgust.
"Chrysanthemum Picking Alliance?"
Lu Feng frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Who are they?"
The girl's face flushed slightly. She leaned close to Lu Feng's ear and whispered a few sentences.
Instantly, Lu Feng's expression became strange. He didn't expect that there were people with such special hobbies in the Capital of Slaughter, and they even formed an organization.
In a dark room.
There was only a fist-sized vent in the entire room, letting in a wisp of dim light. The furnishings in the room were simple, with only a dilapidated bed and a cabinet.
"Boom!"
Tang San pushed the cabinet behind the door, then lay weakly on the big bed. His face was pale, with a bit of exhaustion and pain in his eyes.
Soul skills could not be used inside the Capital of Slaughter. Tang San had been sneak-attacked, and his soul tool was snatched away.
Although he later snatched back the Twenty-Four Moonlight Bridges, the hidden weapons and other materials inside were long gone.
Tang San without hidden weapons was like a lame tiger, his strength greatly reduced.
Relying on the endless ability of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he had barely survived here for more than two years.
Tang San stared quietly at the ceiling, Lu Feng's figure appearing in his mind.
"Did Lu Feng come here for training? Or was he plotted against like me?" Tang San muttered to himself, a trace of doubt in his tone.
"Forget it, I can't even protect myself now, so I shouldn't worry about others."
He recalled Hu Liena whom he met a year ago.
At that time, he had been tortured beyond recognition, while the other party had just won a hundred victories and was high-spirited.
That was also when Tang San learned the only way to leave the Capital of Slaughter.
Over this year, Tang San thought a lot.
He swore inwardly that if he could get out alive, the first thing he would do was burn that Blue Silver Grass forest.
Then, find the culprit who got him into this ghostly place.
Or perhaps, it was that soul beast who got him here.
Unknowingly, Tang San recalled those unbearable past events from a year ago. Those hellish days, he would never forget.
"Five hundred and three days! I was tortured for a whole five hundred and three days!"
Tang San's voice was hoarse and low, as if every word weighed a thousand jin.
His fists were clenched tightly, nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers.
However, he seemed unable to feel the pain, only whispering, "This dirty dump... I want to destroy this place, destroy everything!"
"Thump thump thump."
Just then, a knock sounded from outside.