Chapter 39: Rebirth in Blood, Hatred Rekindled
No one could have imagined it—
Tang San came back from the dead.
He had truly returned from a rotting corpse, brought back to life by the mysterious armored man. It defied reason, defied nature.
Tears streamed down Tang San's cheeks as he murmured hoarsely,
"Dad… Xiao Wu…"
He vaguely remembered everything that had happened after his death. The knowledge that he had once truly died filled him with a hatred that burned deeper than ever before—one now directed at Qin Chuan, the man who had intercepted and slaughtered them.
That hatred far surpassed even the enmity he held for Spirit Hall.
"Do you want revenge?"
A calm, deep voice rang in his ear, jolting Tang San from his sorrow.
Startled, he turned quickly and dropped to his knees before the armored man.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving me."
He knew it was this mysterious figure who had revived him. The method used was nothing short of divine—like a miracle performed by immortals. Gratitude and awe welled up in his chest.
Lifting his head, the fire in his eyes reignited.
"Senior, I want revenge."
"I want to kill Qin Chuan. Kill the Pope. And destroy Spirit Hall!"
His voice trembled with hatred as he clenched his fists, teeth gritted.
The armored man nodded slightly. "I gave you three pills from the Goddess of Life. They not only brought you back to life, but they'll continue to refine your body. Your cultivation will increase rapidly."
Tang San's eyes widened in shock.
But the armored man's next words landed like a stone in his heart.
"But even with that, it's still not enough to stand against a Titled Douluo."
He paused, then turned toward the darkness.
"That's why I brought you here."
Tang San followed the armored man's gaze. All around was icy, silent blackness. A chill ran down his spine.
But faintly—so faintly—he began to hear it…
Shouts. Cheers. Screams. A frenzy.
"Is this… Slaughter City?!"
Tang San stood up, stunned.
Indeed, he was in the City of Slaughter.
Everything was void-like and cold. It felt like he was standing at the edge of reality itself, but then… lights began to appear.
Dots at first. Then glowing lines. Then dazzling color.
As his vision adjusted, the scenery slowly morphed around him—until his feet touched down on solid stone. The sharp, fishy odor made him recoil.
Blood.
Dark red stone slabs lay beneath his feet, saturated with it.
Tang San looked up and found himself standing on a wide, eerie street.
He turned quickly, hoping to find the armored man—
But he had vanished.
Only those strange, intoxicating lights remained, and the chaotic noise around him.
Roars. Screams. Laughter that twisted like barbed wire in the air.
Someone was being killed.
Right in front of him—slashed to death in the open street. No one intervened. Instead, onlookers cackled wildly.
A man yanked at a woman's clothes, laughing as he struck her.
Another hid in the shadows, trembling—only to pounce suddenly, plunging a blade into a passerby.
The overwhelming brutality hit Tang San like a tidal wave. His eyes stung.
This… is the birthplace of sin. The paradise of beasts.
This was Slaughter City.
He could no longer contain it.
Throwing his head back, Tang San roared to the heavens, his voice full of fury and grief. He charged straight into the chaos.
"Kill!!"
With a deafening bang, the Clear Sky Hammer burst from his hand.
He brought it down hard—splattering the head of the man in front of him into a mist of blood and brain.
Tang San didn't flinch. He simply wiped the blood from his face and advanced again.
The next man—clearly a Soul Emperor—watched in disbelief.
Here? At the entrance to Slaughter City?
But he was prepared. He lunged at Tang San with his sword.
Unfortunately for him—
In Slaughter City, soul skills were useless.
Soul power existed only as raw inner strength, like internal force from Tang San's past life in the Tang Sect. Useful, but limited.
Tang San's eyes narrowed sharply.
With Ghost Shadow Steps, he vanished and reappeared behind his opponent.
Another crushing blow. Another head shattered.
Boom—
Two kills in an instant.
As if something inside Tang San had broken open, the bloodlust surged. The hatred devoured his reason. A storm of murder welled up in his chest.
"Kill!!"
He could no longer see clearly. Only blood.
But every face he struck down—
They all became Qin Chuan.
"Kill!!"
His furious howls echoed through the streets as he brandished his Clear Sky Hammer, smashing his way forward, deeper and deeper into the madness…
Wuhun City
In the heart of Spirit Hall's domain, Bibi Dong had come again.
But this time, she wasn't here for the 100,000-year-old shapeshifting soul beast Soft Bone Charm Rabbit.
She came for Qin Chuan.
Trailing behind her was a man of great importance—an 80th-level Healing Soul Douluo, known as Mr. Roseside, the top healer in the Pope's Palace.
But—
They never made it into the room.
Standing in their way was Qian Renxue.
Her expression was cold. "Pope, your constant visits are beginning to raise suspicion. Please don't come here again."
"It's already been half a month," Bibi Dong said, frowning. "Qin Chuan hasn't woken up yet."
"I now have reason to believe the healing spirit master here is the problem. That's why I brought Mr. Roseside."
"Step aside," she demanded. "Let him treat Qin Chuan."
Qian Renxue remained unmoved.
"That's not your concern."
She raised her gaze and said with sharp warning,
"If you don't leave, I'll resign. And if I resign, I'll make all the Pope's Palace's plans over the years public."
"You—!"
Bibi Dong was furious.
"Xue Qinghe, you're hurting him!"
"When Achuan wakes up, I'll tell him everything you've done. Let him see who truly cares for him!"
Qian Renxue sneered.
"Then you'd best wait for Brother Qin Chuan to wake up… and be willing to see you."
"Now get out—with your people."
Bibi Dong's chest heaved in anger.
If this wasn't an inn in the capital, and if Qian Renxue weren't the Crown Prince, she might've struck her already. But she restrained herself.
She changed her tone, softening.
"Xue'er, let Mr. Roseside take a look."
"He's the top healer in Spirit Hall. Don't you want Achuan to wake up soon?"
"No need."
Qian Renxue stood firm.
At this moment, the white-haired Mr. Roseside spoke for the first time. His voice was arrogant.
"Xue Qinghe, was it? Since you refuse my treatment, I assume you're confident in your own healer."
"Why not call them out? I may even know them."
"I'd love to see which healer is so arrogant that they refuse to meet me, Mr. Roseside."
Bibi Dong's eyes lit up.
"Indeed! Prince Qinghe, please call out your healer."
"This Pope doesn't believe anyone could surpass Mr. Roseside."
Qian Renxue's expression darkened.
"If the two of you don't leave immediately, I'll have you removed. When the Pope is kicked out of a hotel, that will be quite the scandal."
But before the conflict could escalate—
A cry came from inside the room.
It was Ye Lingling.
"Your Highness the Prince—!!"