Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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Just as Shen An was grinning foolishly, a sound like thunderous fury rang out.

That was the aura of the Haotian Hammer.

"Oh no, Tom!" Shen An's expression changed, and he quickly activated his sword domain, which had now expanded to a size of nine hundred meters.

This enhancement comes from absorbing the vast majority of energy from the God of Slaughter's Domain. The sword domain gathers and is released in a straight line, reaching a distance of about 1,500 meters.

Shen An's figure flashed repeatedly, fearing that his little cat would suffer at Tang Hao's hands. Although Tom wouldn't die, being hit would still hurt a lot.

What Shen An didn't know was that his kitten was chasing after the seriously injured Tang Hao.

At this moment, the King of Slaughter stared blankly at a blue cat chasing after the current God of Slaughter, whose pale face was almost blank. The current God of Slaughter did not dare to turn around and was on the verge of death.

He rubbed his face. "Could even a demigod experience hallucinations?"

But nothing in his field of vision changed. The seemingly slow-moving cat kept mysteriously following Tang Hao, and he could never shake it off.

Then what happened next left the King of Slaughter completely baffled.

The cat, which seemed unusually fierce to him, bristled with fur when it saw the gaunt and terrifying-looking people on the street after entering the outer city.

Fear was evident in the cat's eyes, and its whiskers and teeth trembled, along with its outer shell.

Yes, an entire city is trembling!

"Fuck you!" The King of Slaughter cursed, this bizarre phenomenon was something he had never seen before in his life.

"Great King, should we intervene?"

"Shut up, just watch. These two are not people we can mess with," the King of Slaughter said irritably.

'Great opportunity!'

Tang Hao also sensed that the cat chasing him had slowed down, so he hurriedly continued running forward.

But at that moment, a hundred-meter-long, crystal-clear sword suddenly descended from the sky and stood in the path Tang Hao was running away from.

The King of Slaughter's expression became extremely interesting. Shen An had only been in Hell Road for a few minutes, and he was already out?

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of relief appeared on his face. He had received a telepathic message from Shen An: "Take good care of my cat!"

So, the cat chasing after Haotian Douluo also belongs to his family!!!

"Tang Hao? I am Yan Chixia, the tenth elder of the Spirit Hall. I never expected to encounter such a notorious wanted criminal as you in this sinful land. In that case, I will take your head as my achievement."

Shen An said majestically, his nine-hundred-meter sword domain covering the entire area. Within the sword domain, everyone felt as if a mountain was on their backs, and the circulation of their soul power became sluggish.

"Domain!" Tang Hao squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, his face turning ashen. Even if he hadn't been injured by that cat, Tang Hao would still be no match for a Title Douluo who possessed a domain, given his strength after losing his arm.

Moreover, the opponent's mighty sword domain could even suppress his strength, which was simply terrifying and unbelievable.

'No, I must live. I have a blood feud to carry, and I have a mistress. I can't die.'

He, who had always been domineering and never bowed his head, was now in a state of flux and begged for mercy!

"Yan Chixia, I have never heard of anyone named you in the Spirit Hall. You must be a newly promoted elder. Let me go. I will owe you a favor in the name of Haotian, and I will also give you a soul bone."

Shen An sneered repeatedly: "How dare a crippled man speak so recklessly? Today, I only want your life."

To think that Shen An would let him go just because he did him a favor is wishful thinking.

In the past, Tang Hao bullied the weak to avenge his son, and Tang San had repeatedly provoked him. With the hatred between father and son combined, and now that Shen An had the strength to kill him, he naturally would not let him go.

The next instant, Shen An raised his hundred-meter-long sword and slashed directly at Tang Hao. The incomparably sharp sword filled Tang Hao with fear.

If you can't catch it, you'll die!

Ignoring his damaged meridians, he used his soul power to condense his arm, and the broken and dented Haotian Hammer appeared in his hand, which he then fiercely met the sword.

puff!

Blood gushed out incessantly, and Tang Hao, his face deathly pale, used the immense impact to escape.

A playful glint appeared in Shen An's eyes, as if he were about to catch a mouse; he was quite vengeful.

Shen An was confident that with his strength, Tang Hao in this state couldn't pull off any tricks. It would be better to shatter all the pride of this domineering and incomparable Haotian Douluo in front of everyone, and also boost his reputation.

With a sword domain nearly a thousand meters wide, Tang Hao had no way to escape. He repeatedly ignored his damaged body and used his hammer to strike, trying to escape to the inner city.

But his blood was flowing out, his life force was fading, the circulation of his soul power was becoming increasingly sluggish, and even his consciousness was almost fading.

Two individuals capable of using Soul Skills in the City of Slaughter were clashing, a scene that drew the attention of everyone in both the outer and inner cities.

“That’s Tang Hao, I’ve seen him before!” said an elderly Soul Master.

"Haha, the mighty Haotian Douluo is reduced to a stray dog, how laughable!" A Soul Master who had suffered the domineering bullying of the Haotian Sect laughed maniacally.

Countless eyes were cast upon Tang Hao's fleeing face, revealing undisguised malicious smiles.

Seeing such a once-renowned powerhouse suffer was an extremely gratifying thing for those of them imprisoned in the City of Slaughter.

Gradually, Tang Hao's body was covered in new wounds and old ones. He stumbled and fled, his sword wounds causing him excruciating pain, and his pale face turned an eerie red.

He was filled with shame and anger. To be seen by these prisoners looking like a stray dog ​​was a heavy blow to his self-esteem.

He was filled with grief and indignation, wanting to turn back and fight Shen An to the death, but ultimately he lacked the courage.

Suddenly, a familiar gaze fell upon him, and out of the corner of his eye, he recognized his son.

At this moment, Tang San was hiding in a secluded spot watching. His handsome face turned ferocious, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out anger, but his body was curled up, afraid of exposing himself.

This fear made him afraid to even look at Shen An, and he could only watch as his father was slowly driven closer to death.

In that instant, Tang Hao, who was already on the verge of death, aged more than ten years.

It's truly shameful; no father can accept showing weakness or being bullied in front of his son.

'Turn back and fight! It's always better to die a glorious death than to flee helplessly.'

The pride that once belonged to the Haotian Douluo Palace whispered in his ear, and so Tang Hao fled even faster.

He was afraid of death, didn't want to die, and gradually lost his will to live without realizing it.

Was it during the years of fleeing with Tang San, or the night he was scared away by Qian Daoliu, or when Shen An severed his arm and the cat smashed the Clear Sky Hammer?

Ultimately, Tang Hao was cornered. The killing spree was not infinite; it had its limits.

"Spare me! The Clear Sky Sect is the number one sect in the world. What it can give you is no less than that of the Spirit Hall. For my son's sake, I cannot die." The old and weak Tang Hao abandoned all his dignity and began to beg for mercy.

Whether he was afraid of death or genuinely didn't want to die for his son's sake, it doesn't matter.

He was met with only three sword energies.

Click! Click! Click!

At this moment, Tang Hao's limbs were all broken, and his eyes had completely lost their vitality, leaving only a deathly stillness. However, the rise and fall of his chest ultimately proved that this person was still alive.

It's not that Shen An is merciful, but now that the matter of the Slaughter City is over, the Soul Masters here have seen everything they needed to see, and their reputation points have been credited.

However, the Soul Masters outside were unaware of this, and what Shen An needed to do was to bring Tang Hao's life back to the Spirit Hall. This would not only allow him to further gain Bibi Dong's trust, but also allow him to learn about Tang Hao's life in full view of everyone.

He transformed his decades of accumulation on the mainland into his own foundation.

A large bag packed Tang Hao up like trash, and Shen An couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, realizing that he was gradually becoming like a capitalist.

Tang San, hiding in the shadows, almost ground his teeth to dust. He couldn't accept that his father had been beaten to death like a dog.

But the sword energy had stopped flashing in the sky, which meant that his father had been completely defeated or was dead.

And he completely lost a powerful backer.

Tang San sat numbly on the ground, his body feeling utterly empty, like a defeated dog.

Shen An returned to the outer city and found Tom trembling. He angrily rubbed the cat's head, and the cat came to its senses, jumping onto Shen An and pointing in all directions in terror, as if to say that this place was very scary.

The Soul Masters in the outer city: "Who's more terrifying here? It's clearly you, the cat chasing after a Title Douluo!"

The King of Slaughter then appeared: "Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked politely.

Shen An slowly shook his head: "I will not disrupt the order here. You can rest assured and be the king of the prison. Just make sure Hu Liena is well taken care of by me."

The King of Slaughter nodded solemnly: "Definitely." His eyes revealed fear of Shen An and Tom.

He just wanted to get those two jinxes out of there as soon as possible.

Shen An nodded in satisfaction and disappeared from the spot. Although Tang Hao was very resilient, just in case, he had to take Tang Hao back to the Spirit Hall as soon as possible and then execute him in public.

Seeing that Shen An had completely left, the King of Slaughter wiped the cold sweat from his brow. He didn't care about the devastation Shen An's sword had left in the City of Slaughter; as long as the person was gone, that was enough. He just hoped that Shen An would never come back.

'However, since Tang Hao is destined to die, then I...'

The next moment, the King of Slaughter appeared in front of Tang San. Looking at Tang San, who was like a lump of mud, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"King Asura, I hereby declare that due to your excessively cruel methods of killing, the City of Slaughter welcomes you. However, given your seventy-eight consecutive victories, I will grant you final mercy and allow you to leave the City of Slaughter!"

Tang San clenched his fist. He found it laughable that the King of Slaughter, who ruled over such a sinful city as Slaughter City, dared to say that his methods of killing were too cruel.

But he immediately lowered his hand, because the killing intent of the King of Slaughter had solidified into a tangible form. If he uttered a single word of dissent, he knew that his dog's head would be in danger.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, Your Majesty," Tang San said with a fawning smile.

After seeing the King of Slaughter leave, his bright smile turned gloomy again.

Tang San gazed helplessly at the purple moon in the sky, feeling only immense sorrow.

I am sixteen years old this year. I lost both my father and mother and am as lowly as a lackey.

Chapter 294 His death and the annihilation of his cultivation shook the world.

Tang San glared venomously at the City of Slaughter, a place he had once considered paradise, but now filled him with deep hatred.

Here his father was hacked to pieces and his life was in danger. He lost his biggest supporter and was expelled.

"Slaughter City, you just wait! A world as dark, evil, and terrifying as you should never exist!"

"I will return and destroy you! All the people here will eventually become my resources. I will rid this world of evil and bring peace."

The pure and immaculate Buddha Tang said fiercely, "By kicking him out, he will undoubtedly lose the fastest path to advancement."

Tang San's eyes suddenly showed confusion again. What else could he do now?

Yes! I still want to take revenge on Shen An and that Tenth Elder of the Spirit Hall, and I also want to protect Xiao Wu!

Tang San's eyes gleamed with a wicked light: "I need strength, I need to advance to the Soul Saint realm, and I need a seventh soul ring that best suits me."

The importance of a Soul Master with a seventh Soul Ring is self-evident, and Tang San has already made up his mind.

'Blue Silver King, don't blame me. Didn't you say I was the future emperor of the Blue Silver Clan? In that case, isn't it normal for a subject to dedicate their life to their emperor?'

-

It took Shen An more than half a month to take Hu Liena from Wuhun City to the City of Slaughter, but this time it only took less than a day to return.

The sword domain that can be teleported up to 1,500 meters in a single teleportation is incredibly fast when Shen An doesn't consider the use of his soul power.

The medium-sized soul power experience packs were used in unlimited quantities, and in just two days, the soul power level was directly raised to level 70!

Shen An looked at his accumulated reputation over the past two years, and after deducting the experience packs he had used in the last two days, he still had a surplus of ten million reputation points.

He is still 10 million reputation points short of the seventh spirit ring.

Standing before the ancient and majestic Martial Soul City, Shen An looked down at the bag in his hand, which contained the renowned Haotian Douluo.

I hope you can help me finish the remaining fame points.

He immediately transformed into a beam of sword light and arrived in front of the Papal Palace.

"Your Holiness, Yan Chixia has important matters to report and requests an audience!"

In the council hall, Bibi Dong was overwhelmed with a lot of things to deal with, and she was very upset.

Originally, within the Spirit Hall, her authority was growing day by day, and the vast Spirit Hall was completely obedient and at her beck and call.

But Qian Daoliu's sword strike in front of the Douluo Palace, that sword strike that illuminated the night, caused her to seriously lose her papal authority.

Some of the titled Douluo and Soul Douluo who had originally sided with her were now finding it difficult to mobilize, showing signs of wavering between the two sides.

"Damn it! A bunch of opportunists!" Bibi Dong cursed, then her face turned bitter. It turned out that the power she had painstakingly built up over the years and thought was impregnable was so insignificant in the face of absolute strength.

As she pondered, a wave of depression washed over her, and she coughed twice. That sword strike contained divine power, the kind of divine power that was most effective against her. It would take at least half a year for her injuries to fully heal.

Her expression grew even more somber. She wouldn't be able to participate in the Rakshasa God Trial anytime soon; it was far too difficult, and she needed to be in top condition.

"I need to do something big to re-establish my papal authority," Bibi Dong muttered to herself. But what kind of thing could she do to best establish her papal authority?

Bibi Dong thought to herself with a headache, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice in her ear.