Douluo:Starting from the Young Master of Clear Sky Sect

"Mother, this Soul Ring is formed by the massive Soul Guidance Device known as Ghost Tower, which gathers the ghosts and spirits within it to condense into shape."

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes, his gaze fixed on the white Soul Ring behind him. From a distance, the white Soul Ring appeared complete, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that it wasn't a solid entity. Countless wailing spirits and vengeful ghosts were trapped inside, bound by some immense power, unable to escape—thus forming the ring.

Tang San wasn't surprised that ghosts existed in this world. After all, the Spirit Hall had Ghost Douluo, and there were even Martial Souls like skeletons. Moreover, Rakshasa was a god who governed resentment, ghosts, and other manifestations of death.

Tang San quickly asked, "Mother, who built this Ghost Tower?"

Hongyan thought for a moment before answering, "The Ghost Tower was constructed by the Rakshasa Ghost God. It's a massive Soul Guidance Device that has been passed down since ancient times. It's only because of the Ghost Tower's existence that we have a place to barely survive, avoiding enslavement in Slaughter City and becoming Blood Slaves for blood offerings."

"Blood Slaves? Are they the Soul Masters who have to offer two cups of Bloody Mary every month?"

Hongyan nodded. "The number of Blood Sladders is far greater than you imagine. Along the Road to Hell in Slaughter City, there flows a Blood River—the core of Slaughter City and the energy source that sustains it. Bestowing the God of Slaughter Domain requires immense slaughter and Soul Power, none of which appear out of thin air. Slaughter City can convert slaughter and blood, using them to grant the God of Slaughter Domain to Soul Masters who pass through the Road to Hell."

Tang San understood now. It seemed every god's inheritance had its own method of operation, cycling endlessly to sustain itself. Otherwise, after millions of years, where would the energy come from to maintain the trials?

"Mother, my Rakshasa God Trial's content is—" Tang San was about to tell his mother about his Rakshasa God Trial, but Hongyan stopped him.

She shook her head gently. "No need to tell me. Normally, as the inheritor's guide and the current Rakshasa Woman, I would know the contents of the Rakshasa God Trial. But this time, I don't know yours—which proves your trial is anything but ordinary."

"Our Rakshasa clan is barely holding on as it is, under the surveillance of the Slaughter King, unable to leave this place. There's no guarantee that one day, the contents of your trial might be extracted from me."

Tang San's pupils constricted, his fists clenching. She was already preparing for the worst.

Rakshasa had already fallen. No one knew how long its protection would last, nor whether Asura would exterminate the Rakshasa clan once he found his own inheritor.

Seeing her son's expression, Hongyan smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. Once a god leaves this world, they're truly gone. Even Asura God can't directly do anything to us. Mother believes it won't be long before you free our clan."

"But for now, call Ah Hao to take you away. Trouble is coming."

The next moment—BOOM! A deafening explosion shook the entire Ghost Tower as a powerful attack struck it.

A low Soul Power Voice Transmission pierced through the Ghost Tower, the voice directly reaching inside: "Hand over the one who activated the inheritance."

The Slaughter King had arrived!

The Slaughter King's descent upon Ghost City and his attack on the Ghost Tower naturally caused quite a stir.

"It seems Ghost City has truly fallen into decline, never to rise again. The Slaughter King has finally raised his gleaming blade against it," murmured some elderly residents who had lived in Ghost City for many years.

"Perhaps it was that strange phenomenon earlier that made the Slaughter King realize the Ghost Tower's weakness, prompting him to act now."

"Legend has it this Ghost Tower has existed since ancient times. There might be Soul Beast Bones and Ancient Divine Weapons inside."

The Slaughter King's personal campaign against Ghost City made many Soul Masters living in this world ponder deeply. This world wasn't just home to Slaughter City and Ghost City—there were also many neutral Soul Masters and factions who had entered through "proper channels."

Both Ghost City and Slaughter City had existed for ages. The mere rumor of a Spirit Bone or divine weapon being unearthed was enough to stir greed.

Many Soul Masters were already sharpening their blades, eager to fish in troubled waters.

Amid this tense atmosphere, Hongyan appeared draped in black gauze. Even without seeing her face, her graceful figure alone was enough to captivate hearts and intoxicate souls.

"Slaughter King, what you seek isn't here. Please leave."

The Slaughter King's lips curled into a cold smirk as he barked, "A mere Soul Douluo dares block my path? Scram."

With those words, the Slaughter King swung his sword. He didn't even use Soul Power—relying purely on brute strength, a blade of wind slashed downward.

BOOM! Even with the aid of the Ghost Tower's Soul Guidance Device, Hongyan was no match for the Slaughter King's single strike.

Hongyan stared in shock at the Slaughter King in the sky, her mind reeling: "A ninety-ninth rank Ultimate Douluo?! Impossible—the Slaughter King's strength was only at the ninetieth rank before. Is he... a new Slaughter King?!"

Now Hongyan was certain—this Slaughter King was definitely not the one she knew. Before she became the Rakshasa Woman, she had witnessed the previous Rakshasa Woman rely on the Ghost Tower to fend off Slaughter City's siege. Back then, the Slaughter King had been powerful, but nowhere near this level.

It was impossible to jump from the ninetieth to ninety-ninth rank in just a few decades. The only explanation was that the Slaughter King had been replaced—or that this Slaughter King had killed his predecessor and taken his place!

"Insignificant ants daring to boast—you seek death. Hand it over, and I'll leave at once," the Slaughter King sneered, scanning the area with disdain.

WHOOSH! A sonic boom tore through the air as a black shadow—faster than sound itself—shot straight for the Slaughter King's face.

Facing this long-range attack, the Slaughter King's eyes beneath his helmet remained utterly calm. Gripping his Demon Sword, he flicked it upward. CLANG! Sparks flew as a hammer-shaped Martial Soul was sent flying back to its owner's hand.

"The mighty Slaughter King bullying a woman? Has Slaughter City no shame left?"

At this moment, a figure appeared beside Hongyan—tall, robust, with the bearing of a leopard and the brow of a tiger, exuding an overwhelming aura. Nine Soul Rings hovered behind him: two yellow, two purple, and five black. The ninth ring, in particular, was unusual—its black hue tinged with an eerie red glow, unlike any ordinary ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

Strangest of all, none of the nine Soul Rings were suppressed by the power of Slaughter City, their radiance undimmed.

This man was none other than Tang San's father, Hongyan's husband—the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

Of course, here in this place, Tang Hao held another title—God of Slaughter!

"So it was your doing, the Seventh God of Slaughter," the Slaughter King said, unsurprised as he gazed at the man before him.