Douluo:Starting from the Young Master of Clear Sky Sect

At this moment on the battlefield, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao joined forces to desperately block the Asura Sword, slowly lifting the descending blade that now weighed as much as Mount Tai. Despite its immense weight, the two brothers managed to raise it.

"It seems the legendary divine sword passed down through generations in Slaughter City isn't so impressive after all," Tang Hao declared with overwhelming dominance, resembling a true God of Slaughter. His bloodstained appearance further enhanced his ferocious and domineering aura, creating a visually striking impact.

Beneath the Asura mask, the Slaughter King merely smiled faintly. "You understand nothing about this sword. I simply wished not to end this battle too soon. Very well, let me show you its true power."

As his words fell, a thunderous boom erupted. The Slaughter King's Soul Power surged violently, and the Asura Sword instantly repelled both Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. Despite Tang Xiao being at level 96 and Tang Hao at level 97—both possessing the extraordinary Clear Sky Hammer Spirit and exceptional strength—the Asura Sword shook them off effortlessly with a mere tremor, their hammers utterly incapable of suppressing it.

With an earth-shaking roar, as the Slaughter King unleashed his Slaughter Aura, the Asura Sword erupted with radiant light. Streaks of bloody radiance shot into the heavens, illuminating the entire world so brightly that even distant Slaughter City became clearly visible.

Each beam of light resembled a Blood River, rendering everything beneath such power insignificant!

"What kind of weapon is this?!" When the Asura Sword truly unleashed its invincible might, the Slaughter King seemed to genuinely dominate all existence. Soul Master experts observing from afar found themselves unable to remain standing, forced to their knees under the overwhelming pressure. In that instant, everyone paled with terror, their hair standing on end.

As the Asura Sword's power expanded, even the five elders in their quintessential formation struggled to endure its force, being steadily pushed back by the oppressive energy.

Witnessing the Asura Sword's divine might in full display, Tang Xiao couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "Hao-di, it seems your earlier suspicions were correct. The depths of Slaughter City's secrets run far deeper than we imagined—likely akin to the Sea God Island Grandfather Tang Chen spoke of, a true divine relic."

Mention of the Sea God Hall and their grandfather Tang Chen brought a sigh of melancholy to Tang Hao's heart. Had their grandfather still been present, this battle wouldn't have been so arduous—after all, Tang Chen had been a ninety-ninth level Ultimate Douluo. Unfortunately, he had disappeared while seeking methods to break through the hundredth level.

Gripping his Clear Sky Hammer tightly, Tang Hao said, "This Slaughter King must be like Poseidon, the Sea God Douluo of Sea God Island—a being who commands divine power and can harness environmental forces. Even Grandfather and that Qian Daoliu together couldn't defeat her back then."

At this moment, the Second Elder—the eldest among them—approached with the Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Elders. Speaking gravely, he said, "Our purpose here isn't to conquer Slaughter City. Xiao San should have completed his Spirit Awakening by now. We should withdraw from this realm."

Both Tang Hao and Tang Xiao nodded in agreement. Their entry into this world hadn't been to attack Slaughter City or battle the Slaughter King—they had come solely to retrieve Tang San.

The Slaughter City was indeed a place where one could enter but never leave. However, Tang San had technically never even entered it, nor had he drunk the Bloody Mary. Most importantly, the group from the Clear Sky Sect intended to fight their way out.

"It ends here!" The Slaughter King glanced at Tang Hao, transforming the blood-soaked Asura Sword in his hand from a slash into a heavy downward press.

The stubborn Tang Hao let out a furious roar as the seven of them simultaneously unleashed their ninth Soul Skills. Seven ninth Soul Rings emitted Soul Light simultaneously, forming the illusion of an enormous giant wielding the shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer. This giant held the massive hammer, attempting to block the full-force strike of the Asura Sword.

Yet, even with seven Titled Douluos, even with the Clear Sky Hammer—the most powerful assault-type Martial Soul—they still couldn't withstand the overwhelming might of the Asura Sword. The Slaughter King merely pressed down with force, and the blade casually struck the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit.

The Clear Sky Hammer, along with the giant, was instantly struck by the Asura Sword. With a resounding bang, both were shattered into pieces, the massive hammer vanishing into dust.

A deafening explosion erupted as the collision of Soul Skills created a powerful shockwave and blinding light. Amidst the burst of radiance, seven figures were sent flying at extreme speed toward the entrance of the Ghost Tower.

"Father!" Tang San, wrapped entirely in black robes with no visible features, had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Let's go!" Tang Hao nodded, grabbing Tang San and lifting him like a chick before sprinting away.

It took a long while for the tremors from the Soul Skill collision to gradually subside. Standing in the sky, the Slaughter King silently watched as Tang Hao and the others fled into the distance.

"Eight figures. That robed one with the weakest Soul Power must be the one who initiated the inheritance." The Slaughter King knew pursuit was meaningless—he could never leave this world. His duty was to guard the Slaughter City.

Moreover, he understood he couldn't stop Tang Hao's group. Seven Titled Douluos, all possessing top-tier Martial Souls, including two exceptionally powerful Peak Douluos—without the Asura Sword and his control over the Slaughter City's power, victory would have been uncertain.

After a final glance at the Ghost Tower, the Slaughter King flew back to the Slaughter City without further action.

Soon, Tang Hao and the others reached the entrance where they had first arrived.

As for the Law Enforcers attempting to stop them—that was impossible. If even the Slaughter King couldn't hold them back, no one else stood a chance.

Rules and laws were merely constraints for the weak.

"So, was your Spirit Awakening successful?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San nodded and, with a thought, summoned his second Martial Soul.

His shadow writhed as if melting, and a blood-red moon the size of a human head rose into the air. Under its glow, a Faceless Rakshasa composed of blood emerged from the shadow, a white Soul Ring floating behind its head.

"A Soul Ring?"

"Ah, Xiao San! Why the rush? How could you settle for just a ten-year Soul Ring?" Seeing the white ring, the impatient Seventh Elder grew exasperated, his tone full of disappointment.

Tang Xiao raised his hand to stop the Seventh Elder, smiling as he said, "Seventh Elder, do you really think Little San would attach a ten-year Soul Ring to his second Martial Soul? He's the greedy type who'd wait a whole year just to find a Spirit Beast that just broke through the thousand-year mark to attach a millennium Soul Ring."

"Oh right, what about your Soul Ring then?"

Tang San broke into a cold sweat and quickly interjected, "Honored Elders, shouldn't we leave first? We're still inside the Slaughter World, after all."

"Ah yes yes, let's return to the Clear Sky Sect first." With that, everyone began retracing their steps through the original passageway.

Just as Tang San withdrew his second Martial Soul and stepped into the passage to leave, a faint, almost imperceptible voice whispered from behind his ear: "Can't you see my face?"