Chapter 61: Heroes Shed No Tears—Only Blood for the Kill
The Haotian Sect had claimed to the world that it had sealed its gates and withdrawn from worldly affairs.
Yet in secret, Tang Cheng was still active outside, and in Heaven Dou City there was Tang Yuehua.
If there were these two, were there others?
Ten years from now, the Haotian Sect would suddenly reappear with five new Title Douluo, along with countless powerful younger generations.
Where had their resources come from?
How had they obtained spirit rings without being discovered even once?
Dugu Feng felt he needed to uncover the truth.
With the Jade Phosphor Crimson Poison in hand, no matter how strong this prisoner's willpower, his mind would crumble.
He was confident in that.
Moments later, as the toxin invaded the man's spirit, the blade-wielding soul master's sanity began to unravel.
Every question Dugu Feng asked was answered truthfully.
"Tang Hao killed the former Pope. The Sect Master judged that unless the Haotian Sect gave Spirit Hall an explanation, we would be annihilated.
He could only offer his own death to quell their fury.
Hah! But do you really think our Sect Master actually died?
He's a Title Douluo, in the prime of his strength—how could he simply drop dead from anger? The one who 'died' was a clansman with a similar appearance!
From that moment on, the Sect Master vowed to disappear, to lie low and endure humiliation, biding his time.
Once the elders reached Title Douluo rank… once the Sect Master's own power broke through again…
Then what would Spirit Hall be to us? What would Spirit Hall be!"
The deranged man ranted and laughed hysterically, pouring out secrets long buried.
When he fell silent, Dugu Feng slid his sword cleanly into the man's heart, ending his life.
"Astonishing," Dugu Feng murmured, face darkening.
Tang Hao's father—hadn't died?
According to him, the former Sect Master Tang Bo—father of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao—had not disapproved of Tang Hao at all.
In fact, he had supported him, even applauding when Tang Hao struck down Qian Xunji, the late Pope.
But Tang Bo had feared Spirit Hall's might; the Haotian Sect alone could never face it head-on.
The true turning point was Tang Chen's disappearance.
To preserve the sect, they'd staged Tang Bo's death and secretly began searching for Tang Chen's whereabouts.
Tang Cheng—this very man—had been sent to the City of Slaughter as part of that mission.
Dugu Feng doubted the story, but under such spiritual collapse and the effects of Crimson Poison, there was no way the man could lie.
From his knowledge of the world's events, however, Tang Bo had never reappeared.
Not during Tang Hao's downfall, not when Tang San faced crises, nor even during the great continental war that unified the realm.
Tang Bo had simply… vanished.
Could he have been killed midway?
Indeed, the details around his death had always been suspicious.
By all accounts, Haotian Sect's Tang Bo was a domineering man—much like Tang Hao himself.
But after Tang Hao's incident, the sect had publicly claimed Tang Bo was gravely ill from rage.
Later, Spirit Hall's emissaries even saw his "corpse."
Naturally, no one questioned it then.
Yet in truth—how could a Title Douluo, not even seventy years old, die so suddenly of illness?
A realization struck Dugu Feng. Whatever the truth, this world was no mere story—it was real.
He could no longer rely blindly on the "plot" from his memories.
From this point on, he would act according to his own intelligence—and strength.
He steeled himself. Dependence on old memories was dangerous.
Turning, he stepped out into the street.
The moment he exited, his foot landed with a wet sound.
Looking down, he saw that the ground was slick with fresh crimson blood.
The metallic scent filled the air.
"Poison Demon King!"
"Poison Demon King!"
The surrounding cries erupted all at once, hoarse and fanatical.
Killing intent surged through the streets, thick as frost, mingled with the stench of blood.
Every soul master standing there instinctively parted ways, creating a broad path and chanting his name in awe and hysteria.
This day would be written into the City of Slaughter's bloody history.
In this city, death was always near.
These people were ants compared to Tang Cheng, yet together, they had accomplished something monumental.
Dugu Feng walked forward slowly, coming to the center.
Before him lay a pile of what could barely be called flesh—the body of Tang Cheng.
Only through the faint residues of spiritual toxin could he confirm the corpse's identity.
Tang Cheng had been obliterated.
Satisfied, Dugu Feng gave a faint nod.
When he looked to the side, he saw a towering, broad-shouldered figure—over two meters tall, covered in thick black fur.
He exuded brutal strength and a cold, bestial aura.
As the spectators followed Dugu Feng's gaze, whispers rippled through the crowd.
Xiong Ba.
The second strongest man of the City of Slaughter.
When Xiong Ba met Dugu Feng's eyes, he visibly flinched and took a quick step back.
He could never claim to have been stronger than Tang Cheng—and yet, Tang Cheng was now nothing more than shredded meat.
The surrounding soul masters stared not with fear, but restless excitement.
Many were ready to rush forward, drunk on bloodlust.
Xiong Ba's eyes darted nervously. Suddenly, his expression twisted as he shouted loudly, "Great King of Slaughter! I wish to join the City of Slaughter!
I wish to join! I wish to join!"
When he finished, Xiong Ba exhaled with relief and looked at Dugu Feng proudly.
I've pledged myself to the City—you can't kill me now, can you?
Dugu Feng paused, genuinely surprised. This hulking brute had more wit than expected.
"Poison Demon King! Poison Demon King!"
The chant erupted once more. The crowd grew frenzied—the aura Dugu Feng exuded was too overwhelming, too absolute.
With one glance, he had driven Xiong Ba—one of the mightiest warriors—to retreat and surrender himself.
Xiong Ba's heart sank. They were all mad now—utterly mad.
How had this man united them? Why did they all obey him so readily?
But it no longer mattered. Joining the City ensured his survival.
Then came the sound of hooves.
Rhythmic. Ordered.
Rows of black-armored knights surrounded the bloody scene, instantly extinguishing the chaos.
They were the King of Slaughter's enforcers.
"Poison Demon King, the King of Slaughter summons you."
From the ranks stepped a woman in a deep red veil. Her voice was cold and emotionless.
The King had just commanded that Tang Cheng and Dugu Feng meet in the arena—yet Dugu Feng had orchestrated this blood-soaked coup before that could happen.
He had killed one of the City's two strongest, and forced the other to surrender.
He had defied the King himself.
Even the black knights' weapons glimmered faintly with soul power as they formed ranks—their presence alone froze the street in silence.
The atmosphere chilled.
"Blood flooding the land, corpses piled to mountains. Heroes shed no tears—they only kill.
All of you, today, are heroes."
Dugu Feng's voice rang loud and clear. He clasped his fists and bowed to the crowd before stepping toward the veiled woman.
"Lead the way."
His words reignited the deafening chants behind him.
This moment would be etched forever into the memory of the City of Slaughter.
(END CHAPTER)
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