Chương 446: Slaughter City (1)
Tang San gazed at his father without yielding,
"Dad, promise me. I don't have a mother, I can't also be without a father."
"You..."
Tang Hao looked at his son, unable to keep from being somewhat blank.
"If you don't promise me, my body for yours, then I'll accompany you in death."
The points of the Eight Spider Lances already stuck to Tang San's skin. Even if Tang Hao was even more powerful, it would still be impossible to stop his suicide.
Seeing the resolve in his son's eyes, Tang Hao knew that Tang San wasn't playing a joke on him. From childhood he had never shown any intent of disobedience, but right now, his son seemed to have already completely left his control.
Tang San's appearance had become handsome, even more like his mother. Tang Hao's eyes turned somewhat misty, it seemed as if the one standing in front of him wasn't his son, but his wife.
"Dad, if mom was still alive, she wouldn't want you to disregard your health. For me, and for mom, promise me."
Drawing a deep breath, Tang Hao faced the sky and sighed,
"It seems I've really grown old. Really unable to do anything. Fine. Once you've grown up, I'll go accompany your mother by her tomb. Let's go."
Finished speaking, he walked forward without turning his head.
His father's compromise was a weight off Tang San's mind. His face revealing a genuine smile, he followed his father with quick steps.
In the direction Tang Hao brought Tang San, they first reached the side of a small river.
"Take a look at your present appearance."
Tang San stared blankly, present appearance? He lowered his head to look his body over, but there was nothing clearly distinct. Only his muscles didn't seem as protruding as before, but the proportions of his body were even better.
Walking to the side of the river, when Tang San saw his reflection in the water, he couldn't help staring blankly.
His skin was somewhat fairer than before, dark blue eyes bright and filled with expression, a head of beautiful deep blue long hair, a handsome face with a somewhat steadfast imposing manner. It was as if his face was peeled with a knife, releasing the spirit stored within.
"This. Is this me?"
If Tang San was described as ordinary before, then, right now, he would absolutely be on the same level as Dai Mubai and Oscar. Even though the style wasn't the same, right now he wouldn't pass without attention like before.
"Your eyes are bigger, more like your mom. Having inherited her blood, you would naturally also inherit some of the genes she always hid within you."
Touching his smooth face,
"Mom."
Tang San's expression became a bit softer. Laughing wryly in his heart, he didn't know if Xiao Wu and the others would still recognize him now.
Carefully watching the reflection in the river, what had changed wasn't only his appearance. The current him had even changed in temperament, seemingly a bit more refined and serene than before, just like an elegant beautiful youth.
"Dad, who was mom really?"
Tang San really couldn't help but voice the doubts in his heart, asking his father. Who was his mother after all? Why would his mother possess the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit?
Tang Hao shook his head,
"I said I'd tell you after you completed all my special training. Let's go. We must go to where you should go."
Once on the road again, Tang Hao's words returned to being as sparse as before. Tang San judged by the sun in the sky that he hand his father were always heading north. As for where they were going, he had no idea. Only the atmosphere gradually grew colder.
Tang Hao still followed the trails between the mountains. To them, the cold of the outside world didn't count as anything.
After eating the wind and sleeping outside for half a month.
Ahead was a small town. This was the first time Tang San had seen a town since starting Tang Hao's special training. Inwardly he couldn't help be suffused with a different kind of feeling.
This little town wasn't large, but just as they entered, Tang San felt an odd atmosphere in their surroundings. He couldn't say why, but he always thought the people around them had a kind of unusual coldness.
Tang Hao brought Tang San to a tavern in the small town and entered.
The atmosphere in the tavern was extremely turbid. Tang San noted that the decorations here were unexpectedly all black. Even though it was daytime outside, inside this place was a gloomy and cold dark feeling.
Right now the tavern was about thirty percent full or so. Even though the atmosphere was turbid, people rarely spoke, giving an extremely quiet impression.
Tang Hao and Tang San's arrival attracted a lot of gazes, but for the most part they were only quick glances flitting across them.
Tang Hao found a place to sit with his son in the corner. A waiter in black clothes and apathetic expression walked over.
"What do you want?"
Tang Hao coldly said:
"Give me two Bloody Mary."
The waiter's face changed slightly,
"You sure?"
Swept with Tang Hao's ice cold gaze, he didn't dare say anything else, turned his head and left.
After a moment, two cups of muddy liquid were carried over. The liquid seemed dark red, distributing a strong stink, as if the nose was assaulted by blood.
Tang San frowned, but Tang Hao raised a cup and emptied it in one gulp. Raising his head to look at his son,
"Drink it."
Tang San hesitated a moment, slowly raising the cup,
"Dad, what is this?"
Tang Hao shot him a glance, repeating:
"Drink it."
Tang San drew a deep breath, suddenly closing his eyes, pouring the liquid in the cup into his stomach in one mouthful.
The liquid was somewhat salty, and moreover a bit acrid. A strong taste of blood suddenly pervaded Tang San's sense of taste and smell.
Tang Hao looked at him, calmly saying:
"This is a cup of human blood."
"What?"
Tang San's face instantly turned pale. The next moment, he couldn't help leaning his head over to the side, throwing up.
The violent vomiting broke the calm within the tavern, and also attracted the eyes of all the people there. Roaring laughter rose.
"Where did this chick come from? Fuck off back home. This isn't a place you should be."
"Can't even enjoy a cup of Bloody Mary, and still wants to gain the qualifications to enter?"
"Haha, go back home and suck your mommy's tits."
All kinds of vile voices filled the tavern. The restrained emotions of those customers seemed to have found an outlet, and struck Tang San without restraint.
Emptying everything in his stomach still couldn't completely get rid of the taste of blood, and Tang San almost spit out even his gall.
As Tang San raised his head to look at his father, Tang Hao raised his hand, pointing at those jeering people,
"Kill them."
The jeering voices screeched to a stop, each person looking at Tang Hao with suddenly monstrous gazes.
Tang San hadn't thought that his father would give him this requirement either, and inwardly he was immediately somewhat hesitant.
Tang Hao spoke in a low voice:
"Didn't you say you wanted to take my place to finish my business? Then, do as I say."
Drawing a deep breath, constraining the nauseous feeling, Tang San slowly stood.
Tang Hao's voice came from behind him,
"Kindness to the enemy, is cruelty to yourself. None of the people capable of leaving this place have walked a road without death. Including you, including me. Kill them, leave none alive."
Before Tang San could move, a big man nearby had already stood suddenly,
"I'll kill you first."
A horn handled dagger thrust out in a tricky angle, straight at Tang San's heart. This person was clearly very experienced, and he aimed the dagger just where it could pierce the cracks between Tang San's ribs.
Slaughter intent, was this his father cultivating his slaughter intent? Tang San moved. He had never been a charitable person; kindness to the enemy, was cruelty to oneself.
His left hand stretching out like lightning, catching the dagger with a keng sound. The dagger wielding big man only felt as if his dagger was stuck in solid rock, unable to advance, unable to withdraw.
Tang San took a step with his right foot, his gaze already cold, his mouth still flooded with that taste of blood, an ice cold chill emanated from his eyes.
Peng—— Tang San's shoulder struck the big man's chest, and a layer of white light abruptly emanated from Tang San's body. That wasn't in order to attack, but to shield him from the blood spraying from the big man's mouth.
That tall and sturdy man was directly sent flying from the strike, his entire chest caving in, the sounds of bones snapping spreading throughout every corner of the tavern, making people's teeth ache.
Tang San had moved, his movement concise and forceful.
Sparkling and translucent Blue Silver Grass flew out in all directions, frantically spreading.
By now he already clearly saw that there were twenty three people in the tavern besides him, his father, and the waiter. He had killed one, twenty two still remained.
Among those twenty two people, five swiftly released their spirits, the remaining seventeen without the slightest hesitation pulling out their weapons. Unexpectedly, none ran away.
"This is a test, a test for us from Slaughter City. Kill him, and we'll be able to enter Slaughter City."
Nobody knew who shouted, but everyone's eyes turned red, charging at Tang San as if crazy.
Twenty two people, only five were Spirit Masters, and the strongest one had no more than four spirit rings.
A blue aura fluctuated and rose, and along with that instantly spreading Blue Silver Grass, five spirit rings quietly rose from below Tang San.
Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black. Five terrifying spirit rings quietly appeared.
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