CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253: I AM YOUR FATHER!

Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, the smell of blood was so thick it had almost solidified, and an extremely oppressive aura permeated the air.

And the figure on the stage at this moment was very familiar to Lin Feng; it was none other than the escaped Tang San.

Lin Feng casually sat down in a corner, quietly watching Tang San on the stage. His eyes were cold, and his figure was agile. Every strike was ruthless and precise. His opponents had almost no power to retaliate and were knocked down one by one.

The Eight Spider Lances on his back were an utterly unreasonable product. In this place where soul skills were forbidden, the Eight Spider Lances with their devouring attribute became Tang San’s greatest asset. As each lance pierced an opponent’s body, it was absorbing their life force to replenish his own consumption.

The originally black Eight Spider Lances were now entirely blood-red and covered in barbs. Lin Feng could even see the flow of energy within them as Tang San devoured his opponents’ life force.

"He still obtained the Eight Spider Lances, didn’t he? Does that Man-Faced Spider have a fixed drop for this external soul bone, or is this truly the arrangement of fate? Or perhaps, has the Asura God really been watching him all along?" Lin Feng pondered inwardly, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

The smile on the stage grew more ferocious on Tang San’s face. He pierced the unlucky soul before him with the Eight Spider Lances, and gushing blood flowed upstream along the lances, all of it becoming nourishment for his body. Each act of devouring made his aura slightly stronger, and the blood-red glow on the Eight Spider Lances grew more dazzling, like a bloodthirsty flower blooming in hell.

Tang San licked the corner of his mouth, looking at the dismembered corpse before him with a flash of pleasure in his eyes.

"As expected, this method of growth is the one that pleases me most. In the face of the thrill of rapidly increasing strength, what do the accompanying impurities and distracting thoughts even matter? Hahaha." Tang San laughed wildly, his voice echoing above the Hell Slaughter Arena, sounding exceptionally jarring.

"A-Asura King, may you die a horrible death—" A soul master defeated by Tang San lay on the ground, using his last bit of strength to curse him. His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness, but his body could no longer move.

Tang San sneered. With a light wave of the Eight Spider Lances, the soul master’s voice abruptly stopped, his life completely extinguished. To Tang San, the lives of these people were merely stepping stones on his path to growth; he had never felt a shred of pity.

"Insolent! You are all nothing but stepping stones on my path to godhood, nourishment for my ascent. To be able to forge my glory with your lives and blood is your honor!"

His eyes glinted with a craving for power, a pursuit of strength, and contempt for the weak.

"The winner is... the Asura King!"

Following the announcer’s declaration, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena seemed to boil over. Cheers and shouts rose and fell, yet these sounds were like nothing to Tang San’s ears. He slowly turned, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the crowd below the stage, a gaze like one looking at ants, filled with indifference and disdain.

In his eyes, those who were cheering now were just more people who would die by his hand in the future.

Tang San slowly walked down the high platform and reached out to embrace two fallen female soul masters who had been waiting for him for a long time. They wore only a few tattered pieces of cloth, their skin faintly visible, their eyes filled with worship and desire for Tang San. However, there was no warmth in Tang San’s eyes, only coldness and exploitation.

"You performed well today," Tang San’s voice was deep and hoarse. He gently stroked the hair of one of the women squatting before him, and she, as if having received a great blessing, had eyes that sparkled with excitement.

"Thank you for your praise, Lord Asura King. We are willing to do anything for you," the other fallen female soul master said eagerly, her body trembling slightly.

Tang San was very satisfied with these people who threw themselves at him. After the incident with Yu Ruyan, he suddenly discovered that playing with emotions was a very interesting thing.

Just like what he did to Huo Yuhao, he made it so that those with feelings could not have them, while the heartless became even more unscrupulous, turning love and hate into the cruelest game in the world. The two fallen female soul masters before him, their eyes filled with desire, were the dogs he had brainwashed and raised during this time.

This world was strange. Even for someone like him, called the Asura King here, whose methods of killing were exceedingly bizarre, and the shriveled state of his victims after death was horrifying, and the fallen female soul masters who were intimate with him for a few days would soon turn up dead on the streets—

Everything he did screamed that the current Tang San was an Evil Soul Master who had completely transcended the fallen. But even for such a Tang San, there were still desperate people in this Hell Slaughter Arena who flocked to him, regarding him as a god.

They were willing to dedicate everything to Tang San, even their lives, just to stay by his side for a moment longer, to enjoy that fleeting warmth and the vanity brought by power.

If someone who couldn’t stand it tried to warn them, they would only say, "How dare you slander our gege! Even if our gege kills us, it’s our blessing. Do you even understand the quality of our gege! Do you understand the noble and kind soul of our gege!"

"Very good. Tonight, you may come. Bring your respective props," Tang San instructed them in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, a complex look of shyness and anticipation flickered in the eyes of the two fallen soul masters, but it was quickly submerged by endless desire. They answered softly and then followed behind Tang San like obedient pets, stepping into the dark world that belonged to him.

As for why they had to bring props, it wasn’t because his ability was strong, but quite the opposite; he needed props to give these fallen ones some stimulation.

In Tang San’s private territory, the lighting was dim and ambiguous. The two fallen soul masters had already changed into more revealing outfits, holding various strange props in their hands, waiting with dazed eyes for Tang San’s instructions.

Tang San sat on a large black sofa, leaning back slightly, his blood-red eyes flickering with a strange light in the dimness.

"Begin."

"Yes."

Without him needing to say more, the two female fallen soul masters began to act on their own.

Tang San pinched one of their chins, sneering as he sized up her face, which was contorted with fear and excitement. "What’s your name?" he asked faintly.

"I... My name is Xiao Yan," the fallen female soul master answered, trembling. Her eyes held both fear of Tang San and anticipation for what was about to happen.

"Xiao Yan?" Tang San chuckled softly. That name was really familiar! A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Very good, Xiao Yan. Your performance today has satisfied me. But, it’s not enough."

He released Xiao Yan’s chin and pointed to the other equally trembling woman. "You, come here."

The woman immediately walked over obediently, knelt at Tang San’s feet, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Lord Asura King, please give your instructions."

A cold glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes. He reached out and pinched the woman’s cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth. "What I want you to do is simple. She’s on the ground, and you—"

His words were low and icy, each word like a sharp blade cutting into their souls. However, these two female fallen soul masters showed no resistance, instead, a hint of excitement flashed in their eyes. For them, being able to serve the Asura King, even if it meant enduring the greatest pain and humiliation, was a rare honor.

Under Tang San’s instructions, the two female fallen soul masters began to torture each other, while Tang San sat on the sofa, quietly appreciating the cruel game. His expression was cold and distant, as if all of this had nothing to do with him. However, only he knew that this game was the work of the darkest desires in the depths of his heart.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the room became more and more oppressive, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. The two female fallen soul masters were exhausted, their bodies covered in wounds and bloodstains, but their eyes were still full of worship and desire for Tang San.

Finally, when the last painful moan sounded, the two female fallen soul masters collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. Tang San slowly stood up, walked over to them, and looked down at them with indifferent eyes.

"You did well," he said faintly, his Eight Spider Lances plunging into the two women whose eyes had lost their light, especially the one named Xiao Yan.

"Remember, this is your honor." Tang San’s voice was icy and heartless. The Eight Spider Lances were slowly withdrawn from their bodies, bringing out strings of blood beads that dripped to the ground, making a heart-pounding sound.

"Asura... King... you promised..."

"Sorry, I really don’t like your name. So, it’s better if you die!" Tang San’s words were like ice, causing a wave of despair to rise in the hearts of the already weak Xiao Yan and the other female fallen soul master. A look of astonishment flashed in their eyes, as if they couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

"Why? Lord Asura King, we’ve done so much for you. Isn’t that enough?" Xiao Yan struggled to say, her voice weak and trembling, her eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

Tang San sneered, his eyes filled with indifference and contempt. "What you’ve done for me? Hmph, that was just your own wishful thinking. Just because I accept doesn’t mean I agree. You gave it willingly, did you really expect me to give you so-called genuine feelings in return? How ridiculous! Not to mention so-called genuine feelings, they don’t exist in this world at all!"

The inequality he learned from Yu Ruyan was so useful.

Xiao Yan let out a final, tragic laugh and shouted with all her might, "Asura King! You’re impotent! You don’t have what makes a man! Haha—"

Swish—

Two heads rolled to the floor.

Tang San’s eyes flickered with rage and extreme killing intent. This hidden ailment of his was the one thing he was most unwilling to mention in his life. These two dogs dared to say such a thing! He would definitely turn them into human swines and hang them outside the slaughter arena!

He snorted coldly, walked out of the room, and returned to the sofa in the main hall. He picked up the Bloody Mary on the coffee table and downed it in one gulp.

"Hah—"

Tang San let out a drunken breath. In this place, most people were drained by desire. Sometimes, the vitality of the people he devoured was less than that of a few Bloody Marys made from fresh blood.

He sat down. Although his eyes were bloodshot and his mind was somewhat chaotic, he still sat down and began his work. On his coffee table were strangely shaped hidden weapon components.

"Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Gallbladders, some components for the Buddha’s Fury Tang Lotus."

"Hehe, my Tang Sect’s hidden weapons are unrivaled. When I recreate the Guanyin’s Tear, even if I don’t become a god, just by using soul power to activate it, I can kill all the soul masters in this world!"

Just then, a voice exploded in his ear like a clap of thunder.

"How truly depraved you are, Tang San."

Tang San’s eyes instantly froze. He whipped around, pushing his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, but he couldn’t find any trace of anyone. The voice seemed to come from nowhere.

"Who? Who’s playing tricks?" Tang San’s face darkened, and the Eight Spider Lances unconsciously emerged behind him.

However, the surroundings were completely silent, with only his own breathing and heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"You dare to come, but you don’t dare to show yourself?" Tang San snorted coldly. "A coward who hides their head and shows their tail, are you worthy of being my opponent?"

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly flickered, and an inexplicable pressure descended from the sky, slamming him face-down onto the ground.

Trembling all over, Tang San coughed up a mouthful of blood. Even his Eight Spider Lances were suppressed by this sudden pressure and couldn’t move.

"Who the hell is it?" Tang San clenched his teeth, struggling to lift his head.

"Me? I am your father!" Lin Feng walked out slowly from the shadows, his eyes filled with mockery and coldness. His figure appeared particularly tall and slender in the dim yellow light, a stark contrast to Tang San’s sorry state.

Tang San’s eyes were icy. Could you be Tang Hao? Trying to take advantage of me!

"Let—"

Before Tang San could speak, Lin Feng sealed his ability to talk.

Lin Feng walked up to Tang San on the ground and shook his head slightly. "It seems you’re even more depraved than I imagined. Was the incident with Yu Ruyan a big blow to you?"

"Mmph!—" Tang San struggled, his fingers scratching bloody marks on the floor.

Lin Feng watched Tang San’s struggle coldly, without a trace of sympathy or pity in his eyes. He squatted down and clicked his tongue in praise, "Heartbroken outside, so you come here to indulge yourself, using the lives and blood of others to satisfy your own selfish desires. Tang San, you’re really something else. Didn’t you say you were pure and noble? Didn’t you say you loved Xiao Wu? It seems you already betrayed her when you did that with Yu Ruyan. No wonder you’re in such a state here."

With every word Lin Feng spoke, Tang San’s face grew uglier. His eyes were crimson, and he was panting like an ox. If he could, he would have loved to swallow this guy before him whole.

Who the hell is this guy!

Lin Feng stood up and looked at the Eight Spider Lances on Tang San’s back, speaking softly, "I remember you said something once: ’Only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can one rise above others.’"

Tang San’s eyes widened abruptly. He gasped for breath, his heart pounding violently.

"I also remember you were asked a question. Now I’ll ask you: Xiao Wu’s life is in your hands. Are you willing to die right now?"

Tang San’s gaze instantly became sharp. He clenched his jaw, trying to break through Lin Feng’s seal. However, Lin Feng’s power was as heavy as a mountain.

Damn it, there’s not even a hint of soul power fluctuation. This guy! Could he really be Huo Yuhao?!

Lin Feng released the seal on Tang San’s mouth.

"I’m willing to—"

BOOM— Tang San was buried deep into the ground.

"Wrong answer."

Lin Feng shook his head expressionlessly. "As you wished: ’Only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can one rise above others.’ The growth the Eight Spider Lances brought you was too easy. I’m taking them back."

Crack, crack, crack—

An excruciating pain erupted from his back. Tang San screamed. The Eight Spider Lances were being peeled from his body by an invisible force. The pain was worse than death.

"AH!—"

No!!!

Tang San roared inwardly. This guy who knows my future, who the hell is he!!!

Without the Eight Spider Lances, what am I!

Without the Eight Spider Lances, in this Hell Arena, I will fall from heaven to hell!