Who is it?
Tang San's eyes sharpened, and he immediately rolled out of bed.
A sharp dagger appeared in his hand. Although the Clear Sky Hammer was powerful, it consumed too much soul power.
Moreover, in such a small room, it was hard to use it effectively.
"Who?"
Tang San shouted coldly.
Ordinary desperadoes didn't have the habit of knocking.
"Tang San, it's me," Lu Feng's voice came from outside.
"Lu Feng?"
Tang San's eyes were full of doubt. What is he doing here looking for me?
He pushed aside the cabinet, but the dagger wasn't put away. In this ghostly place, except for himself, no one was trustworthy.
"Creak~"
The door was pushed open.
"Tang San, long time no see. On the street today, I almost didn't recognize you," Lu Feng smiled faintly.
Tang San's expression was somewhat cold. "Long time no see, Lu Feng."
"Aren't you going to invite me in to sit?"
"No need."
Lu Feng spread his hands. "Alright then, we'll talk here. Tang San, how did you come here?"
He couldn't help being so curious. In the original work, few people knew the truth about the Capital of Slaughter.
Most people treated it as a prison.
A place where one could only enter but not leave.
Unless they were desperate and couldn't make it outside, no Soul Master was willing to enter this place actively.
In the original work, it was Tang Hao who brought Tang San here.
But now that Tang Hao's grave grass was already a meter high, Lu Feng was really curious: how did Tang San find this place?
Hearing this, Tang San shook his head. "I don't know either."
"You don't know?"
Tang San nodded and looked at Lu Feng meaningfully. "I was plotted against by a soul beast back then, and then inexplicably arrived here."
"Soul beast?"
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. "A soul beast with spatial abilities?"
Tang San sighed and didn't discuss this topic further. "Lu Feng, what about you?"
"Me?" Lu Feng smiled calmly. "I joined the Capital of Slaughter?"
"You joined them?" Hearing this, Tang San's eyes sank instantly.
Not long ago, an envoy from the Capital of Slaughter also came to recruit Tang San, but he refused without thinking.
This dirty place, how could Tang San wallow in the mire with them?
In an instant, Tang San's eyes were full of ice.
Lu Feng spread his hands and said, "They tortured me into submission. I couldn't stand the torture, so I had no choice but to join."
"Whoosh!"
Tang San swung the dagger in his hand, stabbing ruthlessly at Lu Feng's neck.
Lu Feng's eyes sharpened, soul power surging.
The [Knuckle Duster] Martial Soul covered his hand, and he punched Tang San to the ground with one blow.
"Tang San, what are you doing!" Lu Feng shouted sternly.
Tang San slowly propped himself up, his gaze falling on Lu Feng, eyes bloodshot, panting like an ox.
"Doing what?" Tang San sneered.
"What this place did to me, I will do to it."
"Lu Feng, whether you took the initiative or were forced. Since you joined the Capital of Slaughter, we will be enemies from now on!"
"Come on, today either you die or I die!"
His voice grew louder and louder, finally almost roaring.
Lu Feng frowned tightly. "Tang San, calm down!"
"Calm down?" Tang San's voice carried a bit of madness. "Lu Feng, since you want to be my enemy, you are already courting death!"
Before his voice fell, Tang San suddenly raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed ruthlessly at Lu Feng.
Lu Feng retreated quickly, avoiding this blow.
"Since you refuse to come to your senses, let me wake you up!" Lu Feng shouted low, soul power surging around him, kicking Tang San in the lower abdomen.
"Wah!"
Tang San supported himself on the ground with both hands, instantly spitting out a mouthful of sour water.
However, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled only with coldness and killing intent.
"Tang San, I came to find you to tell you that I have a way to get you out," Lu Feng rubbed his wrist and said loudly.
"What!"
Tang San's eyes widened instantly, as if hearing something incredible.
In an instant, his face became hideous, and he rushed to Lu Feng in a stride. "You have a way to send me out!"
He shouted while pulling at Lu Feng's clothes.
Seeing this, Lu Feng sighed. "Tang San, I've heard your story. You've suffered these years."
Hearing this, Tang San raised his head, a trace of fluctuation flashing in his eyes.
The next moment, this 1.8-meter-tall man actually burst into tears.
"Wuwuwu~"
Tang San's voice carried endless pain.
Lu Feng smiled and said loudly, "Tang San, I know you are in pain, but you can't just give up like this. Your father and your teacher wouldn't want you to become like this."
A trace of tears flashed in Tang San's eyes, but he quickly forced it down.
He whispered, "Lu Feng, you don't understand... you don't understand..."
Lu Feng helped Tang San up and said, "Tang San, can you tell me what happened to you after the Soul Master competition?"
"Mhm." Tang San nodded with a sobbing tone.
As Tang San recounted, Lu Feng also gained an understanding of his situation.
However, his eyes gradually became heavy.
"Asura God!"
A term emerged in Lu Feng's mind.
According to Tang San, he should have died in the Blue Silver Forest, but inexplicably appeared in the Capital of Slaughter.
And here happened to be the inheritance place of the Asura God's position.
In the original work, perhaps the Asura God had tampered with Tang San early on. Otherwise, how could he pierce the heart of a god with hidden weapons?
In an instant, Lu Feng suddenly felt a bit of tightness in his chest.
Over these years, he had walked on thin ice, calculating every step carefully.
But facing a God King directly?
Would he win?
Lu Feng looked at Tang San in front of him, his eyes flickering uncertainly. At this moment, he even wanted to kill Tang San directly.
But this thought was extinguished by him instantly.
"The Asura God should just want to choose an inheritor and won't directly interfere in the affairs of the Douluo Plane."
"According to the records of the original work, the older generation of gods weren't as abstract as Tang San."
"Originally, I just wanted to get Tang San out, make him lose the Deathgod Domain, and weaken his combat power. Now it seems this is not enough."
Lu Feng gathered his thoughts and quickly had an idea.
Soul power surged in his right hand, and a soul bone appeared in his palm. "Tang San, this is a torso bone over a thousand years old. Although soul skills cannot be used in the Capital of Slaughter, soul bone skills indeed can be."
"I got news that because you refused the recruitment of the Capital of Slaughter, they have decided to act against you."
"You absorb this soul bone first to improve your strength. I'll go find someone to sound out the situation first; I still don't know what conditions the King of Slaughter will propose?"
Tang San looked at the soul bone in Lu Feng's hand, and his whole person was stunned.
He looked at Lu Feng incredulously and said, "Where did you get this soul bone?"
"Aiya, don't worry about so much. The urgent task is to escape from here!"
Tang San shook his head. "But if I leave, what about you? Lu Feng, why don't you come with me?"
"So troublesome!" Lu Feng stuffed the soul bone into Tang San's hand. "I'll go find someone to probe first. Who knows what conditions the King of Slaughter wants to raise?"
With that, Lu Feng left the room directly.
Tang San looked at Lu Feng's back, his eyes reddening slightly.
"Lu Feng, my brother."
"After I get out and cultivate to Titled Douluo, I will definitely rescue you from here."
Tang San walked into the room, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the soul bone.