Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

After fully absorbing the Filthy Flame of Greed soul bone, Ma Hongjun stepped out of the room, face flushed with excitement. He glanced around with a satisfied smirk, then swaggered toward the inner city.

As he got closer, the number of fallen soul masters increased significantly. By the time he reached the inner gate, the path was so congested it was impossible to pass. Just as he began to frown in frustration, a rough voice rang out from the crowd, and a middle-aged woman shoved her way through, cursing under her breath.

She looked to be in her forties. Though her features were still somewhat fair, her body was covered in garish tattoos, her cheeks were sunken, her yellowing skin smeared with thick makeup—exuding a seedy air of decay.

Seeing someone familiar, Ma Hongjun grinned widely, his pudgy features scrunching together. "Sis! What's going on here? Why were we suddenly kicked out of the inner city? Why's everyone crowding here?"

"How the hell should I know how that teleportation worked?" she spat on the ground and sneered, "The old rules are back. You want in, you've gotta donate blood. Damn rotten luck."

"What rules are back exactly? Enlighten your little brother here."

She looked him up and down and scoffed. "Almost forgot. You only came to Slaughter City two years ago, you little lecher. Since I'm feeling generous, here's the short version. Now that we've got a new Slaughter King, anyone entering the inner city has to fight in nine death matches every month—only one survives. If you stay in the outer city, no fighting, but you'll be drained of blood regularly. You're fat enough to last longer, I guess…"

"I'll head into the inner city for a month. If I make it out, I'll come find you again." Ma Hongjun nodded confidently. With a ten-thousand-year soul bone giving him a soul skill while others couldn't use any abilities, why would he sit in the outer city and be bled dry?

She said nothing more, just shook her head and walked away. Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, strolled into the crowd with a grin.

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A month later, a tall girl entered the inner city of Slaughter City.

Tang San wore a simple blue martial outfit, long hair flowing like silk in the wind. Her gentle, calm expression made her seem like a beacon of peace in this den of depravity—a beauty utterly at odds with the surroundings.

Most women who came to Slaughter City were either vicious killers or degraded playthings, but all eventually became gaunt and jaded. Fallen soul masters, driven by lust and bloodlust, had never seen a pure, ethereal beauty like this. She had only just stepped into the inner city when a crowd had already gathered behind her. If not for the nearby Slaughter Envoy, things would have devolved into hellish chaos immediately.

A black-veiled envoy handed Tang San a skull-marked black token and said coldly, "Number 9527. This is your ID. From this moment, you're one of us. If you have the strength, you can do whatever you want here. But I must warn you—your appearance is dangerous in this place."

Tang San smiled sweetly, a trace of blood-red flashing in her eyes. She looked at the envoy and laughed softly. "Dangerous? Is my appearance really that threatening?"

With just that smile, the fallen soul masters behind her went wide-eyed, panting heavily.

The envoy sighed deeply, covering her eyes in exasperation. "Don't you realize you don't belong here? Why would someone like you come to Slaughter City? Were you coerced? Tricked?"

Tang San's expression turned serious. "I came here to become a true Death God. To gain even greater power."

The moment she mentioned Death God, the crowd of fallen soul masters erupted:

"Death God? Beauty, you must be joking. You think someone like you could become a Death God?"

"Just spend a night with me, and I'll make you the eleventh Death God!"

"Don't listen to that guy, he's never even won a match. Come with me, I'm more reliable!"

…

Tang San ignored the vulgar jeers as if she truly believed herself a woman. She smiled playfully. "Exactly because I don't belong here—because I'm different—that's why I'll be the only one who becomes a Death God."

The envoy halted, glancing at Tang San again, her voice cold. "I'm not joking. You've got a twelve-hour newbie protection period. During that time, I'll protect your life. But once it ends, you're on your own."

"A protection period? So that's why they haven't attacked me. Tell me, dear envoy, am I allowed to attack them?"

Turning back to the mob behind her, Tang San's smile became sharper. To her, these people were blood bags waiting to be drained. If they could be turned into her strength, their deaths would at least serve a purpose.

As she spoke, many of the fallen soul masters began gearing up—some unsheathing blades, others licking their lips or outright stripping off their clothes in broad daylight.

"Nine-five-two-seven, if you provoke them first, I can't protect you," the envoy warned. But her words served as permission to the crowd. Wicked laughter echoed, and more began baring their filthy intentions.

Tang San's eyes lit up. She took a few steps forward and summoned her Blue Silver Grass martial soul. A thick, purple crystal-like vine unfurled from her palm.

"Soul Emperor!!"

"She's a Soul Emperor?!"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six soul rings flared. The envoy gasped in shock. The fallen soul masters around them also shouted in disbelief.

In Slaughter City, where soul skills were unusable, cultivation level still mattered. A Soul Emperor was elite-tier. But this one… was also a breathtaking beauty.

"Don't be afraid! No one can use soul skills here. Even if she's Soul Douluo, she's not that much stronger than us!"

"Let's work together and take her down! That beauty's body could take it. Everyone gets a turn!"

Within moments, they'd gone from strategizing to divvying up spoils. But Tang San, their target, wasn't the least bit afraid. She glanced around at the hundred-odd fallen soul masters, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across her face.

To her, they were just mobile blood bags—stronger-than-average mortals without soul skills. But she had the secret arts of the Clear Sky School, Tang Sect's hidden weapons, her eight-legged Spider Lances, and now the Wrathful Blue Silver Berserk Skull from the Blue Silver King.

This soul bone's skill, Blue Silver Berserk, infused with the Blue Silver King's full cultivation and final wrath, granted overwhelming power. When used, she would enter a rage state, losing most of her reason, but her Blue Silver King's attributes would increase by 200%. With this alone, she could slaughter every soul master here.

Her vine expanded rapidly along the ground. As it glowed with a bloody hue, Tang San's grin widened.

'So many people. If I absorb all of them… maybe I'll reach Soul Sage directly? Pathetic trash, underestimating me this much…'

A flash of red gleamed in her eyes, and the crystalline Blue Silver King shot out like a serpent. In an instant, it pierced through several fallen soul masters. Blood soaked into the vine, dyeing it a gruesome crimson.

"She's too strong!"

"Don't turn your back! You'll die faster!"

"Don't be afraid! If we win, that beauty's ours!"

But those who turned to run only got a few steps before red blotches bloomed across their backs and they collapsed, spewing blood. Tang San calmly twirled a dart in her hand, strolling into the crowd like she was in a garden. None survived her passing.

"Die, bitch!" a bald, scar-faced man with Soul Sage cultivation lunged. Seven glowing rings marked him as a true powerhouse. His tiger-headed broadsword came down like a bolt of lightning.

But Tang San was unfazed. With a flicker of purple light, she slipped past using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. The man staggered, then dropped to his knees, coughing black blood before collapsing.

…

With a sharp pull, Tang San yanked her crossbow bolt from a corpse. The entire street had turned into a blood-drenched nightmare. Her eight Spider Lances stabbed into several bodies. Behind her, thick Blue Silver vines wriggled into corpses, sucking up blood.

This time, without the Powerful Absorption skill, the process was slower—and more grotesque. Her vine functioned like a pump, drawing dark red blood and converting it into life force that nourished her body.

From afar, she looked like a massive spider—deadly legs stabbing the dead, thorned vines twitching like nerves. And at the center, a stunning girl stood atop the carnage. The surreal horror of the scene stunned Dugu Yan, who watched from a distant tower.

"Is that really Tang San? Not just her face—even her martial soul has become monstrous. She's worse than these fallen soul masters. Maybe this place… suits him better than anyone else."

Yu Tianming scoffed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "If he dares come here wanting a Death God Domain, well, you're the Slaughter King. Do whatever you want. Crush him like a bug."

Dugu Yan wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I don't want anything to do with him. Let him rot."

On the blood-soaked streets, every fallen soul master had been drained into a husk. The red faded from Tang San's eyes as she calmly walked to a battered wooden crate.

"Fatty, how long are you planning to hide?"

A puddle of stinking yellow fluid seeped from the box.

As Flender's prized disciple, Ma Hongjun had taken cowardice to an art form. The moment Tang San killed the first person, he hid. But now, she'd singled him out.

With a twitch, the box tipped, and a fat figure rolled out, sliding through his own piss. His head smacked the ground at Tang San's feet.

(End of Chapter)

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