socalfunplaces Chapter 355 Slaughter City! Asura God?
Chapter 355 Slaughter City! Asura God?
Wuhun City, Papal Palace
Here, the dome soars high, the light filtered through the stained glass is cold and majestic, and a huge six-winged angel statue looks down below, the air filled with a chilling smell of gunpowder.
At this moment, Bibi Dong sat high on the papal throne, dressed in a magnificent papal robe, holding a golden scepter, her face exquisitely beautiful yet covered with a layer of frost.
She slightly raised her chin, looking down indifferently at the people below.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in the center of the hall. Although his body was still wrapped in bandages with faint traces of blood, and his aura was far less powerful than when he was at his peak, his back was still straight, like an ancient crocodile that was injured but not less ferocious.
"Bibi Dong! Explain yourself! During the battle at Tian Dou City, we were fighting Tang Chuan to the death on the front lines, and you and your men were clearly hiding in the shadows! Why didn't you intervene?! You just watched me get seriously injured, and watched Qian Jun and Jiang Mo almost perish there!"
With his beard and hair standing on end, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face flushed red with anger, his golden eyes glaring intently at Bibi Dong above him as he questioned her sharply.
"Don't try to fool me with excuses like 'waiting for the right opportunity' or 'considering the bigger picture'! You just want to use Tang Chuan to get rid of us old fogies from the Hall of Worship, so you can solidify your position as Pope and completely control the Spirit Hall!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong slightly lifted her eyelids, and gently tapped the bottom of her scepter on the ground, making a crisp click that was particularly clear in the empty hall.
"Second Master, watch your words and your status."
"I have my own reasons for acting. Tang Chuan's strength is unpredictable, and he has not exhausted his trump cards. If I had rashly intervened and failed to kill him in one blow, it would have provoked a counterattack from the forces behind him, or given the remaining forces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Clear Sky School a handle to launch a joint counterattack. The consequences would have been far greater than just your serious injury. I have to be responsible for the entire Spirit Hall."
"On the contrary, did you plan carefully before the operation? If you hadn't been so hasty and reckless, falling into their trap, would you have ended up in such a predicament? The Hall of Offerings is renowned, yet this time it suffered heavy losses and lost face. Is this responsibility also to be placed on my shoulders for failing to provide timely assistance?"
"Soliciting nonsense!" Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed in anger, the blood seeping from his bandages deepening as he said in a deep voice, "That brat Tang Chuan's strength far exceeded expectations. The intelligence was wrong. Isn't this a dereliction of duty on the part of your Papal Palace's intelligence system?"
"We were fighting desperately on the front lines, while you stood by coldly in the rear, and in the end, it became our fault? Bibi Dong, your ability to distort the truth is becoming more and more adept!"
At this point, he suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the towering angel statue, then to Bibidon, his voice like the roar of a wounded beast, echoing throughout the entire Papal Palace.
"Don't forget! The Spirit Hall has never belonged to any one person! Nor is it a place where you, Bibi Dong, can control everything! We old guys aren't all dead yet! The existence of the Hall of Offerings is for checks and balances, for protecting the true foundation and legacy of the Spirit Hall!"
"You sit on this papal throne today because you are strong, and because you are the young master's mother! But if you think that by sitting in this position the Spirit Hall is truly yours to control, that you can manipulate and abandon us at will... then you are sorely mistaken!"
Suddenly, golden light burst forth from Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes, and the fierce aura of a level 98 peak Douluo suddenly erupted. Despite being injured, it still made the air in the entire hall freeze.
"We can let you sit here, but we can also make you... get off us anytime!"
That last sentence exploded like a thunderclap, its killing intent undisguised.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's knuckles turned slightly white as she gripped the scepter.
Her beautiful face was even colder, and a purplish-black vortex seemed to flash in the depths of her pupils. The temperature in the hall plummeted, and the two terrifying pressures collided silently, almost suffocating the guards and low-level soul masters standing in the distance.
Just as the air in the main hall seemed to freeze, a calm yet incredibly clear voice, like a gentle spring, suddenly came from outside.
"Golden Crocodile, you may step back."
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul.
The next second, in the shadows on the side of the main hall, the light and shadow distorted slightly, and a figure quietly emerged. He was dressed in a simple golden robe, with long golden hair flowing down his back. His face was peaceful, and his eyes were as clear as the sky. He was none other than the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the peerless Douluo who was invincible in the sky—Qian Daoliu.
His appearance came without warning, as if he had always been there, but no one noticed.
Upon seeing this, the fierce aura that had surged within Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly froze. He turned his head sharply and saw Qian Daoliu's figure. His anger had not subsided, but a complex expression had appeared in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
Qian Daoliu looked at him calmly, but simply shook his head slightly.
Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a heavy snort, his chest heaving violently a few times. In the end, he forcibly suppressed his surging anger and resentment. Then, he glared fiercely at Bibi Dong on the throne, said nothing more, and turned to walk step by step out of the hall.
At this moment, only Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong remained in the Papal Palace.
Qian Daoliu slowly stepped forward, walked to the center of the hall where Golden Crocodile Douluo had stood, and then raised his head, his gaze meeting that of Bibi Dong, who was sitting high on the throne.
He lacked the violent killing intent of the Golden Crocodile Douluo; his eyes were calm as a deep pool, yet seemed to be able to see through everything.
"Your Holiness, can we now have a proper talk?"
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Meanwhile, at the gates of the Killing Capital.
The crimson sunset dyed the barren land a dark red, and a blood-stained golden spear was pulled from the chest of a fallen man, followed by a cloud of foul blood mist.
Immediately afterwards, the boy holding the gun indifferently flicked the blood droplets off the tip of the gun, then slowly raised his head to look at the towering and menacing black city gate in front of him.
Just then, the city gate silently slid open a crack, and a figure gracefully stepped out.
It was a woman, slender and with a professional smile on her face, but her eyes were devoid of warmth. She bowed slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice:
"Welcome to the City of Slaughter."
After speaking, she turned to the side and made a gesture of invitation, the movement fluid yet revealing an inhuman stiffness.
The boy's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he nodded without saying anything more.
The woman silently followed half a step behind him.
Inside the city, the scene changed abruptly.
The moment you step inside, it feels like you've entered another world.
The sky is an eternal dark red, devoid of sun and moon.
The city is illuminated by lanterns hanging on both sides of the street, emitting a faint blue-purple glow. The intertwined light envelops everything in a cold and eerie hue.
The streets were not deserted; there were many people around.
Soul Masters hurrying by, men and women whispering in the shadows of a corner, and even bartering at roadside stalls—most of them had numb, sinister eyes, or scanned their surroundings with undisguised greed and malice. Strangely, no one paid much attention to Tang Chuan, this obvious newcomer, as if they were already used to it.
Aside from the ubiquitous blue-purple glow and the faint smell of blood in the air, at first glance, this place bears a striking resemblance to the chaotic black market towns on the mainland.
"I am your guide. You can ask me anything you don't understand. I will answer all your questions within twelve hours. After twelve hours, this will be where you live, and you will officially become a member of the Killing City."
Just as Tang San was preparing to head to Seagod Island, Tang Chuan arrived in the City of Slaughter.
The only powerful deity he could currently access seemed to be the God of Asura. As for the God of Life and the God of Destruction, they had no intention of retiring, so how could they possibly pass on their divine positions to him?
Although Tang Chuan wasn't very interested in the divine positions in the divine realm.
However, there is one thing: even if he doesn't inherit the position of the God of Asura in the end, he absolutely cannot let Tang San obtain this position. At least for now, he must get his hands on the Asura Demon Sword.
If Tang San were to get his hands on this later, it wouldn't be a good thing. (End of Chapter)