Chapter 295 Road to Hell

As Tang San's victory was confirmed by the referee, countless bats gathered in the sky above the Hell Killing Field, and a blood-red light slowly gathered into the King of Killing and stopped in mid-air.

The King of Slaughter glanced at Tang San with a fierce smile, and began to recruit him:

"Congratulations to the Plague King for his 100th consecutive victory in the Hell Killing Field. Now I sincerely invite you to join the Killing City. From now on, you can live freely here, and you don't have to abide by the annual competition rules. You can also enjoy the rights that are only under me. How do you think?"

Tang San frowned slightly. He really didn't like the title of Plague King, but it was impossible for him to argue with everyone who called him that.

Now, after hearing the words of the King of Slaughter, he felt even more disdainful in his heart. Only he, the pure and innocent King Tang, would not associate with the fallen. Leaving here was the only motivation that had kept him going for the past two years.

"Please allow me to refuse. I heard that after Bai Sheng, you can choose to leave the Slaughter City through the Hell Road. Please ask the King of Slaughter to open the passage to the outside world."

Following Tang San's refusal, the atmosphere on the scene became tense for a moment. The materialized murderous aura on the King of Slaughter became more prominent, making Tang San feel a little palpitated, but what he said was not an ignorant act of hitting a rock with an egg.

Because he concluded that even a strong man like the King of Slaughter could not violate the rules of the City of Slaughter. The divine test released two years ago explained everything. The King of Slaughter was not the master here.

As expected, the King of Slaughter slowly regained his composure after a surge of killing intent. After staring at Tang San with complicated eyes for dozens of seconds, he slowly spoke:

"You have to think carefully. The Hell Road is a place where you are very likely to die. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the Slaughter City? You no longer have to abide by the rules here."

"No, there are other things in the outside world that the younger generation cares about, so I have decided to go through the Hell Road."

"Huh, I don't know how high the sky is."

After the taunt, the King of Slaughter said nothing more. A burst of soul power flowed from his body, and then the entire hell killing field burst into a blood-red light that blocked out the sun.

After a while, a downward passage appeared above the arena of the Killing Hell.

"Sure enough, the entrance to this hell road is really here."

A-Dai and Hu Liena in the stands looked at each other and saw understanding in each other's eyes, their guess was correct.

Tang San on the stage had obviously guessed this a long time ago, and was not at all surprised at the appearance of the passage so close.

"Then I will take my leave, Senior King of Slaughter."

"If you regret it now, you still have a chance."

The King of Slaughter still didn't want to give up recruiting Tang San. For some reason, this young man gave him a very strange feeling.

But Tang San ignored him, sneered, and jumped directly into the Hell Road.

The maid behind the King of Slaughter now dared not even breathe, for fear that he would vent his anger on her after being rejected.

Fortunately, the King of Killing only glanced at A-Dai and Hu Liena on the ring, then waved his hand to close the Hell Road passage and left the Killing Hell.

After Ah Dai and Hu Liena looked at each other, they nodded, stood up and walked out of the arena.

"It won't be long before it's our turn. I don't know how our teacher and brother have been doing in the past two years."

"You'll know once you get out. What's the point of thinking about this now?" "Humph, you don't understand romance."

Looking at the little fox who snorted coldly and quickened his pace to leave first, Ah Dai shook his head and said it was troublesome, then quickened his pace to catch up.

In a remote courtyard of Lan Ba Academy in Tiandou City, Liu Erlong was pushing Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to relax in the garden.

Two years ago, in the battle against Ju Douluo, they were defeated head-on and their martial soul fusion skills brought great harm to the three of them. Flanders and Liu Erlong were fine, as they possessed the strength of Soul Saints and their injuries had mostly healed after two years of recovery.

But Yu Xiaogang, a great soul master, was not so lucky. Tiandou's healing soul master determined that if he didn't have any luck with his injuries, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Because of this, Yu Xiaogang's already expressionless face looked even more aged and decadent, which made Liu Erlong extremely worried. She had to comfort him every now and then, otherwise she would go on a hunger strike or commit suicide.

"Xiao Gang, even if your disciples knew about this, they wouldn't want you to end up like this. You've done your best, and this is not your fault."

Hearing this, a trace of pain flashed across Yu Xiaogang's expressionless face, and then turned into hatred, and he sighed:

"Alas! You don't understand. I have finally received such a disciple who satisfies me in every aspect after going through most of my life. Now his life or death is unknown. How can I let it go?"

"This is all the fault of that vicious woman. She is simply not a human being. She didn't even let a child go."

"Don't give me the chance, or I'll make her regret it."

It was obvious that Yu Xiaogang hated Bibi Dong, the woman who had done the dirty work, to the extreme. Even today, two years later, he still gritted his teeth when he mentioned this woman.

Liu Erlong didn't know whether she should be happy or depressed. Originally, she should be happy that her lover hated that woman, but for some reason she always felt that Bibi Dong's shadow in Yu Xiaogang's heart became more profound. But now was obviously not the time to care about this.

"Xiao Gang, you can only have a chance to seek revenge on that woman if you cheer up. How can you go on like this?"

"Revenge? Oh, how easy is that?"

To put it bluntly, Yu Xiaogang had already begun to give up on himself. He knew very well how powerful the Spirit Hall was. It would be even more terrifying than he had imagined. Even his old man was nothing in the eyes of the other party. What could he do now that he was a person living in a wheelchair?
"Then let's continue to look for your disciple. Didn't we say that his body hasn't been found? Then there is still a glimmer of hope."

Although Liu Erlong didn't think Tang San could survive Ghost Douluo, it was always good to give Yu Xiaogang some hope at this time.

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face, but it quickly disappeared and turned into sighs again. Seeing this, Liu Erlong continued to exert his strength:

"I've thought about it. With Ghost Douluo's strength, it's impossible for him to use such a powerful spirit skill to deal with Tang San. You also went to the scene to see it afterwards. Such a big hole could only be caused by two people above the level of Title Douluo."

"I think it's possible that Tang San was taken away by his father Tang Hao, and it's not certain where he is currently practicing the Haotian Sect's unique skills."

Yu Xiaogang had actually thought about this situation, but if the other party was safe and sound, why didn't he want to come back to see him for two years? Even if he wrote a handwritten letter to report his safety, it would be fine!

Was he so insignificant in the eyes of the father and son? This was more difficult for him to accept than Tang San's death. He treated him like his own son.

"Maybe. I hope he can reach the pinnacle of soul master."

Yu Xiaogang forced a bitter smile and finally decided not to torture Liu Erlong anymore. He pretended to have rekindled his fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)

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