Chapter 129: Hao Tian Clan, Tang Chen_2

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But if I want to recover my memories of the past, besides 'Qin Xiao,' I don't know who else to look for."

Yuehua said this, a dazed look crossing her eyes.

Qin Xiao saw the confusion in the depths of her gaze.

He nodded, "I've promised to help you with this matter, but whether I can find the person you're looking for, I cannot be certain."

"Really? Thank you!"

Seeing Qin Xiao agree to her request, Yuehua's eyes filled with a surprised delight.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you do your best. I also know there are who knows how many people named Qin Xiao in this whole continent, and where can I go to find the person I'm looking for."

She understood Qin Xiao very well.

In her eyes, her own request was also unreasonable.

Qin Xiao asked, "However, I have a request. May I see your face? Once I know what you look like, I can put up a reward notice to see if anyone recognizes you."

"Of course." Yuehua nodded, then removed the veil from her face, revealing a beautiful visage.

Qin Xiao's gaze flickered, and he nodded slightly, "I've memorized it."

His expression was calm, but his heart was greatly shaken.

Because this woman named Yuehua looked exactly like Tang Yuehua.

Only, for some unknown reason, she'd lost her memory.

Otherwise, a woman who values her sect above all else, when facing the destroyer of her own sect, who had even personally killed her brother, should not be this calm.

He believed that Tang Yuehua's demeanor was not feigned.

Immediately, his heart wryly smiled, thinking, Tang Yuehua, you probably don't know that the Qin Xiao you're looking for is me, do you?

As for why Tang Yuehua, having lost her memory, could still remember himself, Qin Xiao was not surprised.

After all, there was a deep-blood feud between him and Tang Yuehua.

"Yiran, let's go."

Qin Xiao walked over to the bed and lifted Meng Yiran in his arms.

At this moment, he did not want to stay here for another minute.

"Sister Yuehua, goodbye."

"When my injuries are healed, I'll come back to see you."

At the door, Meng Yiran waved goodbye to Yuehua.

Yuehua waved back, "Goodbye."

Whoosh!

The next moment, without a word, Qin Xiao turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared from Yuehua's sight in the blink of an eye.

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Elsewhere.

In the Slaughter City.

"Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty...."

Tang San huddled in a corner, holding his knees, his body uncontrollably shivering.

At this time, he looked emaciated, his gaze vacant, and his mind filled with a craving for Bloody Mary.

It couldn't be helped.

Bloody Mary was just too addictive.

Or rather, the new Bloody Mary was too addictive.

He heard that even the Lord King of Slaughter couldn't stop singing the praises of the current Bloody Mary, insisting on consuming the equivalent of three people's worth of blood in Bloody Mary every day before he was satisfied.

"Wouldn't I die happy if I could drink that much Bloody Mary?"

Tang San's heart was filled with envy towards the King of Slaughter.

Not for his status or power, but for his indulgence in so much Bloody Mary.

Now, Tang San had completely lost interest in challenging a hundred bouts to take on the Hell Road.

He just wished to have two or three cups of Bloody Mary every day in Slaughter City—what an exquisite life that would be.

"Quick, run for it!"

"The Lord King of Slaughter, he's gone mad, mad!"

Suddenly, Tang San saw people frantically running away from an alley entrance.

"What's happening?"

Tang San, leaning on the wall, headed towards the alley entrance.

Yet, as he reached the outside of the alley, he witnessed a bloody scene.

A man clad in a blood-red cape threw a gaunt figure into the air.

Then, swinging the large hammer in his right hand.

Boom!

The figure was smashed to pieces, turning into a rain of blood.

The caped man then opened his mouth, letting the blood fall into it.

"Hahaha, exhilarating, exhilarating!"

He laughed heartily.

In contrast, Tang San trembled all over, instinctively backing away.

Quietly, he shrank back into the alley.

"Eh, that's not right, I've bumped into something?"

Tang San had not retreated far when he sensed something was off.

He looked back instinctively.

There he saw a pale face devoid of any color.

And the person was giving Tang San a strange smile.

"The, the King of Slaughter?"

Tang San immediately recognized the person's identity, his spine turned cold, and his legs began to shiver.

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"Hehe."

The corners of the King of Slaughter's mouth tilted slightly upwards, giving a cold smile.

Then he even stretched out his crimson tongue, licking his lips.

Looking at Tang San, as if he had seen some delicious food.

"Respected King of Slaughter, I, I'm actually not very tasty."

"Ahem, in fact, I'm already gravely ill."

Tang San had a flash of inspiration and hastily started coughing.

"It doesn't matter."

"I'm not picky."

The King of Slaughter shook his head slightly and raised his right hand.

With a gentle squeeze, a pitch-black hammer wrapped in blood-colored patterns appeared in his hand.

Apparently, he was about to repeat his old trick and smash Tang San into pieces, just like he had done to the person before.

"Wait, this hammer..."

Tang San's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he shouted, "The Hao Tian Hammer, this is the Hao Tian Hammer! Are you my senior from the Hao Tian Clan?"

"Hao Tian Clan, Hao Tian Hammer?"

The expression of the King of Slaughter visibly faltered for a moment.

"There's a chance!"

Seeing this, Tang San was overjoyed, and his left hand tightly gripped a pitch-black Hao Tian Hammer that appeared in his hand.

"Senior, look."

He quickly took out the Hao Tian Hammer to show to the King of Slaughter.

"What Hao Tian Hammer, I don't recognize it at all."

"Die."

But at that moment, the confusion in the King of Slaughter's eyes turned into an unwavering resolve.

He attacked Tang San, raising the Hao Tian Hammer high and suddenly smashing it down.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, something sank in Tang San's heart. But he still reacted.

He fully performed the Tang Sect secret technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

For a moment, his figure became elusive, truly like a shadow darting back and retreating.

Boom!

The King of Slaughter's strike missed in an instant.

"Boy, you dare to dodge!"

The King of Slaughter became furious.

Within Slaughter City, he was the overlord who dominated life and death, whoever he wanted dead, had to die. How many dared to defy his will?

Boom!

The next moment, nine Soul Rings appeared on his body.

"Nine Soul Rings, Titled Douluo!"

"I'm just a Soul Ancestor who can't even use Soul Power, and you want to use a soul skill against me? Is it necessary?"

Tang San's morale collapsed.

But the King of Slaughter was not suppressed by the rules of Slaughter City, nor was he suppressed by the rules.

"Purple Demon Eyes!"

A purple glow suddenly emanated from Tang San's eyes.

At this moment, he had no choice but to exert his full power using Purple Demon Eyes, attempting to launch a mental attack to create a breath of respite for himself.

Humph!

In contrast, the King of Slaughter groaned suddenly.

Although Tang San's mental attack was very weak, it came at a time when the King of Slaughter's mental state was not particularly stable, and the Purple Demon Eyes achieved an astonishing effect.

"He's under control!"

A look of surprise flashed across Tang San's face.

And he seized the opportunity, retreating quickly.

In the blink of an eye, his figure had disappeared into the alley.

In contrast, the King of Slaughter's face grew more ferocious.

Boom!

The Hao Tian Hammer fell to the ground, the ground seemed to tremble a few times, and the pavement made of bricks and stones was destroyed.

But the King of Slaughter appeared to be deaf to it, clutching his head with both hands, shouting in agony, "Who are you, and who am I?"

"I am you, you are the King of Slaughter."

"No, I am not the King of Slaughter, I am Tang Chen, the master of the Hao Tian Clan. You beast, get out!"

"We have merged into one, there's no distinction between us."

"Get out!"

The King of Slaughter seemed to be having a split personality, conversing with himself in disturbing speech.

And then he roared angrily.

But after the roar, his emotions calmed down.

A moment later.

He lifted his head, with a strange look in his eyes.

"I am Tang Chen."

"Tang Chen, the master of the Hao Tian Clan."