Chapter 229 Tang San Humiliated by the King of Slaughter
"King of Slaughter, I would like to ask, did the two people who broke into the Hell Road half a year ago obtain the God of Slaughter domain through the Hell Road?"

Tang San was not bewitched by the King of Slaughter, but asked back.

The Slaughter King's expression froze, and after a long while he said uncomfortably: "They succeeded."

Hearing this, Tang San was certain.

He had seen the battles between the hellbenders and the undead.

Apart from the fact that the undead were incomprehensible to him, the messengers of hell seemed to be on par with him.

If the messenger of hell can pass through the road to hell, why can't he?

"I'm sorry, great King of Slaughter, I still want to try my hand at the Hell Road. I hope to use my own strength to walk out of the Hell Road and become a true God of Slaughter." Tang San said in a deep voice.

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed, "I'm afraid you don't know the horror of the Hell Road, Hammer Man, I hope you understand that people only have one life."

Tang San shook his head, "Great King of Slaughter, I am not afraid of death as long as I can come to the King of Slaughter. Besides, if the Hell Messenger can pass through the Hell Road, I can do it too!"

"Hahahaha..." The King of Killing's eyes flashed red and he actually laughed.

"Do you think you are as good as the Messenger of Hell?" The King of Slaughter's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Undead, Hell Messenger, Hammer Man, you are the weakest among the three of you. With just the rusted hammer in your hand and your useless Blue Silver Grass, your chances of passing the Hell Road are almost zero."

"I'm giving you a chance, don't be ungrateful. Do you really think you are strong?"

The King of Slaughter laughed wantonly. If the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake had not been killed by the Undead, he would not even look at Tang San.

He was fully aware of Tang San's strength. If the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake was still alive, it would be impossible for Tang San to pass the Hell Road.

A person who is almost dominated by the aura of murder is completely incomparable to the undead and the messenger of hell.

Facing the ridicule from the King of Slaughter, Tang San's face instantly turned red. This feeling of being looked down upon by the King of Slaughter was just like how Luo Ling had treated him in the past.

Terrifying murderous intent burst out from Tang San's eyes.

Why is everyone looking down on him?

This is the case with Luo Ling, and also with the King of Killing?
He has twin martial souls and is a genius who has won a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Field!

"What? You want to fight me?"

Seeing Tang San's murderous look, the King of Slaughter smiled coldly, and the terrifying murderous aura swept directly towards Tang San.

The terrifying murderous pressure brought Tang San back to his senses. When he saw the murderous aura rushing towards him like a wave, a trace of panic flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"Enough!" An angry voice suddenly sounded.

From the sky, a blood-colored soul power wave directly dispersed the murderous aura of the King of Killing.

The King of Slaughter looked at the person who made the attack with murderous intent, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The only one who can stop him in the City of Slaughter is the God of Killing.

"King of Slaughter, those who win a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Field are eligible to enter the Hell Road. Do you want to break the rules?"

Not far away, a man wrapped in a black robe said in a cold voice.

The King of Slaughter looked at the man in black robe coldly, then snorted: "I didn't break the rules. I was just teaching a lesson to someone who disrespected me."

"Open the road to hell and let him in!" The man in black robe said in a deep voice without giving any face to the King of Killing.

The King of Slaughter's face turned grim, and he wished he could tear the God of Killer in front of him into pieces, but in the end he did not do it.

His strength is much stronger than the God of Death in front of him, but it is impossible to kill a God of Death without paying a price.

Once the war started, the entire Slaughter City would suffer. "Humph! Even if you enter the Slaughter City, you will die in vain!" The Slaughter King snorted coldly, and a thick red mist spread out in all directions.

The fallen people around began to kill each other, and blood was spilled on the killing field of hell, gathering into a trickle and flowing into the pipe.

Tang San looked at the scene in front of him, and the murderous intent in his heart continued to grow.

The King of Slaughter above saw this scene, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. Tang San's performance was far worse than that of the Undead and the Messenger of Hell half a year ago.

Tang Hao, who was not far away, saw Tang San gradually being dominated by murderous aura, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Gradually, a bloody bat pattern slowly appeared on the ground.

Tang San resisted the murderous aura with all his might, and at the last moment, his eyes became clear.

Tang Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in his eyes remained.

Can such a Tang San really make it through the Hell Road? Even he himself feels that it is difficult.

As a killing god who had passed through the road to hell, he understood the horror of the road to hell, especially the last part which was devastating to the soul.

If you are not careful you will degenerate and become nutrients for the blood pool.

For a moment, Tang Hao actually felt a little regretful as to why he did not let Tang San agree to the King of Slaughter's request.

Now the road to hell is open, and if you don’t go through it, you’re obviously playing tricks on the King of Slaughter.

The King of Killing can tolerate himself once, but will never tolerate it a second time.

Tang Hao took a deep breath and stared at Tang San with burning eyes. Now he could only pray that Tang San would succeed.

"Go ahead, and become the nourishment of the blood pool." The King of Slaughter said with disdain, glancing at Tang Hao who had a gloomy face not far away.

He has already given Tang San the opportunity, the rest depends on his strength.

"Hmph!" Tang Hao snorted coldly, watched Tang San disappear in the red light, then left with a flick of his sleeves.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Tang San slowly woke up.

Staring ahead with bloodshot eyes, he saw a platform in his sight and a bottomless abyss outside. There was only a small path leading into the depths of darkness.

Everything around him was a faint blood red, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. After calming down a little, Tang San walked towards the darkness.

……

The road to hell is more dangerous than Tang San imagined.

The darkness was endless, the smell of blood in the air was constantly tempting me to fall, and on the narrow road, there were seemingly endless bats.

Tang San made mysterious gestures with his hands, and countless hidden weapons were thrown in all directions.

There were too many bats, and the hammer in his hand could not attack them, so he could only use hidden weapons to fight the enemy.

Among the hidden weapons were blue silver flying blades made of blue silver grass.

At this moment, Tang San was extremely grateful that he possessed the Blue Silver Flying Blade spirit skill.

In such an environment, the importance of long-range attacks is self-evident. There are abysses on both sides, and the recovery rate of thrown hidden weapons is extremely low. If it weren't for the Blue Silver Flying Blade, Tang San even suspected that his hidden weapon reserves would be used up.

Countless bats fell into the abyss under the hidden weapons and blue silver flying blades. Tang San moved forward all the way and finally came to a more open place. At the same time, a huge bat came into view in front of him.

(End of this chapter)