Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

The closer one gets to the City of Slaughter, the more turbid and violent the energy in the air becomes, permeated with a suffocating sense of oppression. For ordinary Soul Masters, this environment would be enough to unsettle them. But for Feng Yao at this moment, with his dual Soul Cores operating steadily and his vast spiritual power acting like a stabilizing anchor, this negative influence is nonexistent.

He could even clearly sense the murderous aura permeating the air. Finally, that familiar, dark red, barren land appeared at the edge of his vision. The entrance to the Killing City was still hidden beneath that dilapidated town tavern.

Feng Yao concealed his aura and walked into the town like an ordinary person. The town was more desolate than ever before, as if all life had been completely swallowed up by the sinful city beneath the earth. The tavern was dark and filthy, and several men with ferocious faces cast malicious glances at him, but when they sensed the calm aura emanating from Feng Yao, even a lewd glint flashed in their eyes.

Feng Yao ignored them and walked straight to the passage behind the bar. The fallen ones immediately wanted to make a move, but Feng Yao glanced at them indifferently, and they were pushed aside as if by an invisible force, stiffly making way for him.

As Feng Yao slightly raised his hand, an invisible wave spread out, and the concealing mechanisms on the underground passage instantly vanished like sand. Feng Yao's gaze fell on the Fallen Ones around him. Seeing this, no one dared to have any thoughts about Feng Yao anymore. They all swallowed hard and took a few steps back.

Feng Yao ignored them and stepped into the cold underground passage. The thick stench of blood and the frenzied roars were imperceptible to his powerful senses. Feng Yao walked steadily down the passage.

He wasn't afraid of the rules of the City of Slaughter. He knew very well that rules were made by the powerful, which was why the King of Slaughter in the original story was so wary of the Spirit Hall.

When he actually stepped into the city of slaughter, the scene before him made him frown slightly.

The chaos and madness here seemed even greater than he remembered. Slaughter was everywhere in the streets, and buildings were badly damaged, as if a major battle had taken place. The air was thick with the stench of killing, but strangely, the "rules" that maintained the unique order of this place seemed to have weakened considerably, even becoming somewhat disordered.

"It seems that something big has indeed happened here." Feng Yao understood that it must be related to Tang San.

He made no attempt to conceal himself, strolling casually through the blood-soaked streets. The aura emanating from him, both imposing and ethereal, clashed with the frenzied surroundings, instead creating an invisible deterrent. Some bloodthirsty fallen warriors roared and charged, but within meters of him, they were easily repelled by an invisible spatial fluctuation or resonant sonic vibration, their bones broken, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Feng Yao came here, naturally not to play any killing games.

However, as soon as Feng Yao set foot on this land, an extremely terrifying and vast pressure, as if it were a tangible force, suddenly erupted from the depths of the castle, instantly enveloping the entire Killing City!
Under this oppressive force, all the fallen warriors who had been fighting frantically fell silent instantly, like chickens or ducks with their necks being choked. They trembled and crawled on the ground, not daring to even lift their heads.

A dark red figure appeared silently in mid-air not far in front of Feng Yao, like a ghost.

He was clad in menacing armor with dark red patterns, and his enormous bat wings flapped slowly behind him, stirring up gusts of foul wind. His face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet, except for his eyes, which gleamed with a ferocious, chaotic, yet supremely majestic crimson light.

It is none other than the ruler of the City of Slaughter—the King of Slaughter!
"Intruder..." A deep, magnetic voice rang out, yet it carried a chilling killing intent and scrutiny. "You have a familiar scent... State your purpose, or you will become new nourishment for this killing city."

Feng Yao stood quietly in place, the space around him rippled slightly, easily dissipating the terrifying pressure that would have crushed an ordinary Title Douluo. He looked up, meeting those scarlet eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"I have long admired the name of the King of Slaughter," Feng Yao said, his voice clear and distinct in the deathly silence of the blood-red world. "Feng Yao, I have not come here to challenge your authority, nor to seek trials."

A flicker of doubt and deeper wariness flashed in the King of Slaughter's crimson eyes. The opponent was so composed within his domain, easily resisting his oppressive aura, and seemingly unaffected by the restrictions of the Slaughter Domain; his strength was unfathomable. Moreover, the opponent's aura felt strangely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but the chaotic memories couldn't pinpoint a clear location.

"Oh? Then what brings you to this forbidden land of mine?" The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of amusement, but its coldness remained undiminished.

Feng Yao looked directly at him and slowly said, "I have come to find answers to my questions, and also to fulfill a forgotten promise."

"A promise?" The bloody aura surrounding the King of Slaughter rippled, as if the word had touched something sealed deep within his heart.

"I was once entrusted by an old friend to find an elder who was lost in the carnage, if possible." Feng Yao's voice was unhurried, yet every word was clear. "That elder was named Tang Chen."

The moment the name "Tang Chen" was uttered!

boom--!
Like a thunderclap, the terrifying aura emanating from the King of Slaughter suddenly erupted out of control, causing buildings in the surrounding area to tremble violently. He took a sudden step forward, his scarlet eyes flashing with extremely chaotic light, a mixture of pain, rage, and confusion!
“Tang…Chen…?” he growled, the name like a key, frantically prying open his chaotic memories and soul. “Who are you?! How do you know this name?!”

A terrifying killing intent surged toward Feng Yao like a tsunami. This time, it was no longer a test, but a power that truly carried the will to destroy!
Feng Yao quietly circulated his level 97 peak soul power, forcefully withstanding this terrifying impact, his body remaining completely still.

He looked at the Killing King, whose condition had clearly become extremely unstable, and understood. It seemed that Tang Chen's consciousness had not been completely devoured by the Nine-Headed Bat King; it remained deep within his soul and was reacting violently to his own name.

“Who I am is not important,” Feng Yao replied calmly, attempting to guide the conversation with words. “What is important is, do you still remember the Haotian Sect? Do you remember… Poseidon?”

Each name was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the chaotic mind of the King of Slaughter. He let out a roar of pain and rage, clutching his head. His aura became extremely unstable, with dark red and golden light flashing alternately on his body, as if two souls were fiercely vying for control of his body!

"Shut up! Shut up!!" he roared madly, and terrifying energy surges scattered in all directions.

Feng Yao frowned slightly, quietly preparing his defenses and ready to respond to any attack.

After a long while, the roar of the King of Slaughter gradually subsided. He raised his head again, the chaos in his crimson eyes lessening, but becoming even colder and more wary, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible... fear? Fear of that forgotten past.

Feng Yao's words were like ice water thrown into boiling oil, completely igniting a fierce conflict between the two consciousnesses within the King of Slaughter. He clutched his head and roared in pain, his aura raging wildly, dark red killing energy and wisps of golden Haotian divine light trying to break free intertwining and colliding madly!
"Roar—! Insignificant ant! How dare you disturb my mind! Die!" In the end, the savage consciousness belonging to the Nine-Headed Bat King seemed to temporarily gain the upper hand, forcibly suppressing Tang Chen's consciousness. The King of Slaughter's scarlet eyes were filled only with pure madness and killing intent. He suddenly raised his head, locked onto Feng Yao, and with a flap of his bat wings, he transformed into a dark red blood shadow tearing through space, carrying endless blood and destruction as he rushed straight at Feng Yao!
Its speed was extremely fast, and its power was terrifyingly unparalleled, far surpassing that of ordinary peerless Douluos!

"Then let's see how much strength you still have as a Limit Douluo from the first era." A glint flashed in Feng Yao's eyes, showing no fear. He knew that only extreme pressure and battle could truly stimulate Tang Chen's deeply buried soul essence.

Facing the King of Slaughter's enraged attack, Feng Yao neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly raised his right arm. His entire right arm was instantly covered by a layer of dark golden keratin, and terrifying power condensed, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart—it was the power of that right arm bone!
"The Soul Bone Skill of Guixu's Right Arm: Sky-Supporting!"

He let out a low shout and slammed his right fist into the dark red blood shadow!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a piercing, teeth-grinding sound, like cloth being forcibly torn apart! A tiny black crack was forcibly blasted into the space where the two clashed! The violent energy shock suddenly spread out in a ring, leveling a large area of ​​buildings below. The prostrate Fallen Ones didn't even have time to scream before turning to ashes!
The King of Slaughter's figure was abruptly halted by this punch, and he was even forced to take a step back. The madness in his eyes intensified, as if he could not accept that anyone could contend with him in terms of direct strength.

"Slaughter Domain!" he roared, and the dark red domain instantly expanded, attempting to pull Feng Yao into his absolute domain of domination.

"Domain? I have one too! Heavenly Sound Domain!" Feng Yao's body shone with a bright blue light, and a vast domain power surged forth. It did not directly resist, but used its boundless power of containment and resolution to gently deflect the invading killing domain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Yao pressed down with both hands, as if there were invisible strings vibrating. The clear and ancient sound of the zither resounded throughout this blood-red space. It was not a physical attack, but rather it penetrated directly into the depths of the soul!
"Heavenly Sound Domain - Soul Suppression!"

"Ugh—!" The King of Slaughter shuddered violently, clutching his head and letting out an even more painful scream. For the two entangled souls within him, that zither music was nothing short of a direct shock and torture!

"Now!" Feng Yao's gaze sharpened, seizing the moment when the other party lost focus. His figure approached like a ghost, his right fingers together, the tip of which was gathering the light of the sea god. It was not for killing, but to accurately point at the King of Slaughter's brow!

"Wake up! Tang Chen! Have you forgotten the person on Seagod Island who waited for you your whole life?!"

This finger strike contained the powerful divine might of the sea god, like a sharp arrow piercing through the fog, directly striking the sealed origin of the soul!
“Po...se...si…”

The King of Slaughter froze abruptly. The madness and chaos in his crimson eyes receded like a tide, replaced by extreme pain, confusion, and a sliver of gradually awakening clarity. The dark red energy surrounding him fluctuated violently, beginning to dissipate uncontrollably, and his ferocious armor and bat wings became illusory.

“I…I am…Tang Chen…” A hoarse, labored voice, yet filled with endless vicissitudes and majesty, came out of his mouth intermittently.

Success! Feng Yao felt a little relieved, took a half step back, and cautiously watched the figure undergoing a dramatic change in front of him.

However, just as Tang Chen's consciousness was about to fully awaken, suppressing the Nine-Headed Bat King, and his power was in its most unstable and vulnerable state of transition—a sudden change occurred!
A dark light, extremely subtle yet as fast as lightning, shot out without warning from a shadowy corner in the far distance! Its target was Tang Chen, who was at a crucial moment of transformation and completely unprepared, in the back of his heart!
The power contained within that light was extremely concentrated and sinister, and it also carried a familiar yet repulsive chilling killing intent—it was Tang San's hidden weapon technique.

"Tang San!" Feng Yao was no longer the same person he used to be. His spiritual power constantly enveloped the surroundings, and he had already sensed the attack the moment it was launched! He already knew that Tang San was lurking here, but he did not expect that Tang San would not hesitate at all when he heard the name Tang Chen.

At this critical moment, a cold glint flashed in Feng Yao's eyes as he made a decision. His body remained still, but his right arm lashed out in mid-air towards the direction of the blue-gold light!
"The second skill of the right arm soul bone of Guixu: Tear the Sky!"

scoff!

The space there seemed to be forcibly torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a huge spatial rift suddenly appeared, blocking the sneak attacking light with perfect precision!
The terrifying tearing laws and spatial turbulence instantly shredded the hidden weapon!

"What?!" A surprised and incredulous exclamation came from the shadows in the distance.

In that brief delay, the last trace of dark red energy on Tang Chen's body completely faded, his bat wings and armor disappeared, revealing the figure of a tall, aged man with an imposing presence. He suddenly opened his eyes, initially blank, then filled with endless pain and clarity. He had successfully awakened, but due to the power conversion and the previous impact, his body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, temporarily losing his fighting ability.

Feng Yao's icy gaze instantly locked onto the figure in the distance that was trying to hide again.

"Tang San! Get out here!"

He held nothing back, unleashing his full power at the peak of level 97, his dual soul cores circulated wildly, and the divine light of his right arm reappeared as he threw a punch from a distance!
This punch seemed to gather the power of the entire space, ignoring distance, and arrived instantly!
"puff--!"

The shadow shattered, and a figure in a blue robe was sent flying backward in a sorry state, the blood spurting from his mouth drawing a glaring arc in the crimson air. It was Tang San!
His face was filled with horror and ferocity. He simply couldn't understand how Feng Yao's strength had increased so dramatically! This casual strike actually made him feel like he was facing a god!
Feng Yao took a step forward and appeared above Tang San as if by teleportation, his gaze as cold as ice: "Last time you escaped from the Star Dou Great Forest, and this time you dare to show yourself and launch a sneak attack? Then stay here for good!"

He raised his right arm, his five fingers spread wide, transforming it into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, and slammed it down fiercely towards Tang San, who was severely injured and unable to dodge! If this palm strike landed, not only Tang San, but even a true god would be severely injured!
"How could there be such powerful mortals in the lower realm!" Despair and fear finally appeared in Tang San's eyes!
However, just as this fatal blow was about to strike—whoosh!

A terrifying, majestic, and icy crimson divine power suddenly erupted from Tang San's body! A massive crimson sword shadow, seemingly formed from endless blood and slaughter, appeared out of thin air and forcefully blocked Feng Yao's sure-kill palm strike!
Boom! ! !

The terrifying energy explosion shook the entire Killing City violently!

The next moment, a crimson sword shadow, carrying Tang San, instantly tore through space, transforming into an extremely fast red light and vanishing without a trace! Only a roar filled with resentment and venom echoed in the space: "Feng Yao! I will kill you!!"

Feng Yao hovered in mid-air, watching the disappearing red light, and slowly withdrew his palm, his brows slightly furrowed.

"As expected, Shura has intervened." (End of Chapter)