Chapter 269: Tang San Returns? Completely Degenerated into an Evil Soul Master!
A few days later, in Heaven Dou City.
Although several days had passed, the tense and chilling atmosphere brought about by the breathtaking battle between Title Douluos had not completely dissipated from the air of this imperial capital.
Pedestrians hurried along the streets, and the number of patrolling soldiers had noticeably increased, their eyes warily scanning every suspicious figure.
In this somewhat oppressive street, two figures stood out.
They were shrouded in wide gray robes, their hats pulled low, obscuring most of their faces. One of them was tall, and even the robes could not hide his burly frame.
The other was relatively thin, but as he walked, he exuded a faint, chilling aura and a bloody smell, as if he had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
These two were none other than Tang Hao and his son, Tang San.
"Father." A hoarse voice came from beneath Tang San's robes, filled with suppressed agitation. "Where are we going?"
The murderous aura emanating from him, almost tangible, despite his best efforts to conceal it, still sent a chill down the spines of passersby.
"You'll know when we get there," Tang Hao said in a low voice, cautiously observing his surroundings.
Just then,
the murmurs from a nearby teahouse reached their ears clearly.
"Have you heard? It's terrible... The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the top three sects! Gone overnight!"
"And it's not just the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan too, wiped out entirely. It's said the entire mountain was stained red with blood!"
"It was the Spirit Hall! Who else has that kind of power?"
"Tsk tsk, two of the top three sects are gone. This continent is about to change..."
"I think the Clear Sky Sect is also nearing its end, probably in the next few days!"
Boom—!
These words exploded in Tang Hao's mind like thunder!
His tall frame stiffened abruptly, his steps halting instantly. His face beneath his robe turned deathly pale, and his hands creaked slightly from the force of his grip.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan… destroyed?!
Although he had long since left the sect, the sudden news that these two major sects, especially two of the three upper sects that were on par with his Clear Sky Sect, had suffered such a calamity instantly overwhelmed him with an indescribable shock, anger, and a sense of foreboding.
"Little San!" Tang Hao turned around abruptly, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency. "Hurry up! It seems the continent is about to change. We must hurry…"
Before he could finish speaking, Tang San's questioning voice rang out: "Dad, do you mean… the Spirit Hall is likely to attack our Clear Sky Sect next?"
Although Tang San had been corrupted by the evil thoughts of the City of Slaughter, his reason had not been completely extinguished, and he immediately grasped the crux of the matter.
The Clear Sky Sect, as the head of the three upper sects…
Undoubtedly, this is one of the biggest stumbling blocks on the Spirit Hall's path to unifying the continent.
Hearing this, Tang Hao nodded heavily, his eyes under his hat suddenly becoming incredibly sharp. He said, "That's right, the Spirit Hall's wolfish ambitions are now blatantly obvious! We must..."
"Halt!"
A sharp shout suddenly interrupted Tang Hao.
A squad of Royal Knights, clad in gleaming silver armor and wielding spears, led by a squad leader, quickly surrounded them.
In an instant, they encircled Tang Hao and his son.
The leading captain stared intently at the two men in gray robes, their presence clearly different from ordinary people, especially the shorter one. The faint, chilling aura emanating from him made even this seasoned veteran feel a chill.
"You two seem suspicious, acting stealthily!"
The captain pointed his spear slightly forward and said, "Speak! Are you spies from the Spirit Hall? Take off your hoods immediately and come back with us for questioning!"
Clearly, the devastating attack launched by the Spirit Hall against Tianxing Academy a few days ago had turned Tiandou City into a powder keg ready to explode.
Any suspicious person would be subjected to the strictest scrutiny.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Hearing this, Tang San's body tensed slightly beneath his robes, and a chilling killing intent surged in his blood-red eyes. In the City of Slaughter, anyone who dared to provoke him had become nourishment for his growth.
Now, being pointed at with weapons by a group of ants,
the violence within him almost overwhelmed his reason.
Tang Hao keenly sensed the almost uncontrollable killing intent emanating from his son, and his heart sank. He knew that if Tang San made a move here, the consequences of revealing his identity would be unimaginable. Not only would he immediately become an enemy of the Heaven Dou Empire, but he might also attract a frenzied pursuit from the Spirit Hall.
He subtly took a half-step forward, implicitly protecting Tang San behind him. A heavy, mountain-like aura, though not fully unleashed, already made the squad leader feel breathless.
"Sir," Tang Hao's voice came from beneath his robes, hoarse with the vicissitudes of life, explaining, "We are just ordinary people passing through this place, not from the Spirit Hall. We have important business to attend to and cannot delay. Please grant us this favor."
As he spoke, he secretly circulated his soul power,
preparing to forcibly leave with Tang San if things went wrong.
Tang Hao's explanation failed to dispel the Royal Knights' suspicions.
The squad leader's eyes sharpened, his spear advancing another half-step, and he shouted sternly, "Enough nonsense! Whether you're a spy or not, come back with us for questioning! If you resist again, kill without mercy!"
The next second, the soldiers behind him all stepped forward in unison, several of them their spirit rings faintly glowing, an aura of murderous intent instantly spreading.
Seeing the situation was dire, the surrounding passersby had already retreated in panic, watching from a distance.
"Surrender now!" the squad leader's shout was like a final ultimatum.
It was these four oppressive words, "Surrender," that ignited the fuse.
The string of reason in Tang San's mind snapped abruptly amidst the murderous aura accumulating in the City of Slaughter and the seemingly sinister laughter of the Rakshasa God echoing in his ears!
"You're courting death!"
A low, hoarse roar, seemingly inhuman, squeezed from Tang San's throat.
In an instant, he abruptly raised his head, his hood slipping down, revealing a pair of eyes completely filled with bloodlust, devoid of any human emotion!
"First Soul Skill! Blue Silver Entanglement!"
The vibrant Blue Silver Grass was no longer the original, but several mutated vines, jet black and covered in eerie crimson patterns.
Like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, they shot forth from the ground and the surrounding shadows in an instant!
Their speed exceeded the reaction limits of the soldiers!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The black vines precisely wrapped around the bodies of each Royal Knight soldier. It wasn't just a binding; the crimson patterns on the vines suddenly lit up, emitting an eerie red glow!
"Ah—!"
The shrill screams abruptly ceased.
The entangled soldiers visibly withered away, their blood and soul power being frantically devoured and absorbed by the Blue Silver Grass like a whale sucking water!
In the blink of an eye, the once-fierce soldiers became desiccated corpses encased in armor, frozen in terrified postures before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
A thick, pungent stench of blood instantly filled the air, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene.
Silence—
a deathly silence—followed by an uproar of panic!
"Murder...murder?!"
"Fallen Ones, evil spirit masters! They're evil spirit masters!"
"Run! Evil spirit masters have entered the city!"
The surrounding crowd had never witnessed such a horrifying scene of people being drained of their blood.
Terrified, screams and cries erupted as the crowd scattered like a tidal wave, the situation completely out of control.
"Xiao San! You!" Tang Hao was both shocked and furious. He never imagined that Tang San would dare to use such evil methods to slaughter the entire Royal Knights in broad daylight!
However, it seemed he had no time to reprimand him.
"Thump, thump, thump—!"
Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed like thunder from both ends of the street. Clearly, the commotion had alerted a large number of patrol units nearby.
More Royal Knights soldiers,
and perhaps even powerful spirit masters, were swarming towards them!
"Go!"
Tang Hao made a decisive decision, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He knew that explanations were futile now, and the consequences of being surrounded by the army would be unimaginable.
The next second, Tang Hao grabbed Tang San, whose eyes were glowing even redder and whose aura was becoming increasingly unstable due to absorbing blood and soul power, and stomped his foot hard!
"Boom!"
A powerful burst of soul power erupted, instantly cracking the ground.
The two figures instantly transformed into a blurry streak of light.
Ignoring the crowds and buildings ahead, they shot towards the most bustling part of the city center in his memory, the only place he believed could temporarily shelter them!
In almost a few breaths, the streak of light traversed several streets, charging headlong into a strikingly elegant and luxurious multi-story building called Moon Pavilion!
This was the Imperial Etiquette Academy of the Heaven Dou Empire, a place where noble children learned etiquette and music. Normally, it was a place of peace and tranquility, undisturbed by worldly strife.
However, today, this peace was completely shattered!
"Bang—crash!!"
Amidst the horrified gazes of pedestrians below and the gasps emanating from within the Moon Pavilion, Tang Hao, protecting Tang San, crashed like a meteorite through a beautifully crafted stained-glass window on the top floor of the Moon Pavilion, landing in a room with a shower of shards of glass, both disheveled and awe-inspiring.
Inside, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense, and the furnishings were elegant.
A beautiful woman in a silver palace dress sat gracefully before a magnificent dressing mirror, a jade comb in her hand, elegantly combing her cascading black hair.
She appeared to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old,
yet possessed a dignified and noble air, a cool and aloof demeanor, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley.
The sudden, deafening crash of the shattered window abruptly halted her combing.
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