Chapter 354: Slaughter City! Asura God?
Spirit City, Pope's Palace.
The dome here was towering, and the light filtered through the stained glass was cold and majestic. A massive Seraphim statue overlooked the area below, and the air was permeated with a cold scent of gunpowder.
At this moment, Bibi Dong sat high upon the Pope's throne, wearing magnificent Pope robes, holding a golden scepter. Her face was beautiful but covered in a layer of frost.
She lifted her chin slightly, looking down at the person on the steps with a cold gaze.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in the center of the great hall. Although he was still wrapped in bandages that faintly showed bloodstains, and his Aura was far less vigorous than in his prime, his back remained straight, like an injured but still fierce ancient crocodile.
"Bibi Dong! You explain this to me! In Heaven Dou City, we fought to the death with that Tang Chuan at the front, and you and your people were clearly hiding in the shadows! Why did you not make a move?! You just watched as I was heavily injured, watched as Thousand Weight and Descending Demon nearly fell there!"
With his hair and beard standing on end, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face flushed with rage. His golden eyes glared fixedly at Bibi Dong above, and he questioned her sternly.
"Don't try to fob me off with talk of 'waiting for the right moment' or 'considering the big picture'! You simply wanted to use that Tang Chuan's hand to get rid of us old fellows in the Priest Hall, so you could sit more securely in your position as Pope and completely control Spirit Hall!"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyelids lifted slightly. She tapped the base of her scepter against the floor, emitting a crisp 'tap' sound, which was exceptionally clear in the empty great hall.
"Second Priest, mind your words and your status."
"I have my own considerations for my actions. Tang Chuan's strength is treacherous, and he has hidden cards. If I had rashly intervened fully at that time, and could not kill him in one blow, it might have drawn a counterattack from the forces potentially backing him, or allowed the remaining forces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Clear Sky Sect to seize an opportunity to retaliate. Would the consequences be comparable to just your injury? I must be responsible for the entire Spirit Hall."
"On the contrary, did you have a comprehensive plan before acting? If not for your reckless advance, falling into the other party's trap, how could you have ended up in such a situation? The Priest Hall has a resounding reputation, yet this time you suffered losses and lost face. Do you expect to push the responsibility for this onto me for not rescuing you in time?"
"Sophistry!" Hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed out of extreme anger. The bloodstains seeping from the bandages on his body deepened, and he said in a deep voice: "That brat Tang Chuan's strength far exceeded our estimates. The intelligence was wrong. Is this not a dereliction of duty by your Pope's Palace's intelligence System?"
"We were fighting for our lives at the front, while you watched coldly from the rear, and in the end, it becomes our fault? Bibi Dong, your ability to distort the truth is becoming increasingly proficient!"
Speaking of this, he waved his hand violently, pointing at the towering Seraphim statue, then at Bibi Dong. His voice, like the roar of an injured beast, rumbled throughout the Pope's Palace.
"Don't forget! Spirit Hall has never been just one person's Spirit Hall! And it is certainly not a place for you, Bibi Dong, to cover the sky with one hand! We old fellows are not dead yet! The existence of the Priest Hall is to balance, to guard the true Foundation and Legacy of Spirit Hall!"
"You can sit on this Pope throne today because you are strong enough, and because you are the Young Lord's mother! But if you think that by sitting in this position, Spirit Hall has truly become your possession, and you can calculate and abandon us at will... then you are greatly mistaken!"
Suddenly, golden light erupted from Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes. The fierce Aura belonging to a Peak level 98 super Douluo burst forth. Even though he was wounded, it still caused the air in the entire hall to freeze.
"We could let you sit here, and we can also make you... roll off at any time!"
This last sentence exploded like a thunderclap, with undisguised Killing Intent.
Hearing this, the knuckles of the hand Bibi Dong used to hold the scepter turned slightly white.
The frost on her beautiful face deepened. Deep in her pupils, a purple-black vortex seemed to flash and vanish. The temperature in the hall plummeted. Two terrifying Auras collided silently, making the guards and low-level Soul Masters standing in the distance almost suffocate.
Just as the air in the great hall was about to solidify, a calm yet incredibly clear voice, like gentle spring water, suddenly came from outside.
"Gold Crocodile, you step back first."
This voice was not loud, but it seemed to ring directly in the depths of everyone's Soul.
In the next second, in the shadows on the side of the great hall, light and shadow twisted slightly, and a figure emerged quietly. He was dressed in simple golden robes, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders. His face was calm, his eyes as clear as the sky. It was the High Priest of Spirit Hall, the peerless super Douluo of the sky — Qian Daoliu.
His appearance was without warning, as if he had been there all along, but no one had noticed.
Seeing this, the fierce Aura surging from Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly stalled. He turned his head abruptly and saw Qian Daoliu's figure. The anger in his eyes had not faded, but there was a hint of complexity.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
Qian Daoliu looked at him with a calm gaze, only shaking his head slightly.
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted heavily, his chest heaving violently a few times. In the end, he forcibly suppressed his surging anger and unwillingness. Following that, he glared fiercely at Bibi Dong on the throne, said nothing more, and then turned and walked towards the outside of the hall step by step.
At this moment, in the Pope's Palace, only Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong remained.
Qian Daoliu walked slowly forward, reaching the center of the great hall where Golden Crocodile Douluo had just stood, and then raised his head, his gaze meeting Bibi Dong's as she sat high on the throne.
There was no violent Killing Intent on him like Golden Crocodile Douluo. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, yet they seemed able to see through everything.
"Pope, now, can we talk properly?"
Meanwhile, at the city gate of Slaughter City.
The blood-colored setting sun dyed the barren land dark red. A blood-stained golden spear was pulled from the chest of a Fallen One, bringing up a puff of turbid blood mist.
Immediately after, the youth holding the spear indifferently shook off the blood droplets from the tip of the spear, then slowly raised his head to look at the towering and hideous pitch-black city gate ahead.
Just then, the city gate slid open silently, and a figure walked out gracefully.
It was a woman with a slender figure. Her face wore a professional smile, but her eyes held no warmth. She bowed slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice:
"Welcome to Slaughter City."
After speaking, she turned to the side and made a gesture of invitation, her movements fluid yet revealing an inhuman stiffness.
The youth's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, he nodded, and said nothing more.
The woman followed silently half a step behind him.
Inside the city, the scene changed abruptly.
The moment he stepped in, it was as if he had entered another World.
The sky was an eternal dark red, with no sun or moon.
Illuminating this city were lamps hanging on both sides of the street, emitting faint blue-purple light. The light intertwined, shrouding everything in a cold, treacherous hue.
The street was not deserted, with many figures.
Soul Masters hurrying by, men and women whispering in the shadows of the corners, and even those conducting barter trades at roadside stalls. Most of them had numb, sinister eyes, or scanned their surroundings with undisguised greed and malice. Yet, strangely, no one paid too much attention to Tang Chuan, who was clearly a newcomer, as if they were already accustomed to it.
Except for the pervasive blue-purple light and the faint smell of blood permeating the air, at first glance, this place was somewhat similar to those chaotic black market towns on the continent.
"I am your guide. You can ask me if there is anything you do not understand. Within twelve hours, I will answer all your questions. After twelve hours, this will be the place where you live, and you will formally become a member of Slaughter City."
At the same time that Tang San was preparing to head to Sea God Island, Tang Chuan arrived at Slaughter City.
The God Positions he could currently come into contact with that he considered relatively strong seemed to be only the Asura God. As for the God of Life and the God of Destruction, they had no intention of retiring at all right now, so how could they pass on their God Positions to you?
Although Tang Chuan was not very interested in the God Positions of the God Realm.
But there was one point: even if he did not inherit the Asura God Position in the end, he absolutely could not let Tang San obtain this God Position. At the very least, he had to get his hands on that Asura Demon Sword first.
If Tang San got his hands on this thing later, that would not be a good thing.
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