The two women returned to their dormitory, chatting and laughing.
Little did they know the immense butterfly effect Qingling's actions had triggered.
The incident in Notting City had caused half the civilian population to flee. Only the Martial Soul Hall's explanations prevented an even greater exodus.
This mass migration to neighboring cities sparked considerable unrest.
Meanwhile, Su Yuntao, fulfilling his professional duty, meticulously reported the events in Notting City to his superiors.
Martial Soul City, Papal Hall.
"Your Holiness the Pope! Another major incident has occurred in Notting City!" Chrysanthemum Pass rushed into the Papal Hall, bowing respectfully as he announced the news.
Bibi Dong, seated on her throne, waved her hand dismissively, a hint of annoyance in her expression.
"Another major incident involving Chen Qingling?"
After so many similar reports, Bibi Dong knew without a doubt that this concerned Chen Qingling. Yet, having heard so much about her, she no longer considered these events particularly significant.
"Speak. What happened?"
"Your Holiness, Chen Qingling... she has reached the Soul King realm."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "So what? What's noteworthy about becoming a Soul King?"
"Your Holiness, Chen Qingling's fifth Soul Ring was obtained through a soul beast's sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice?"
"To her?"
Bibi Dong's pupils constricted sharply at these key words, reminding her of something her heartless master had once mentioned.
Tang Hao's lover, A'yin, was a 100,000-year Soul Beast. To prevent Qian Xunji of the Martial Soul Hall from capturing her, she had chosen to sacrifice herself to Tang Hao.
For a soul beast to willingly sacrifice itself...
Their relationship must have reached that level!
But Chen Qingling's sacrifice was clearly something far more profound.
"Continue," Bibi Dong commanded.
Chrysanthemum Pass immediately outlined the situation for her.
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "Chen Qingling..."
"She truly is extraordinary!"
"I'm growing increasingly eager to meet her."
Chrysanthemum Pass had intended to alleviate the Pope's worries, but the memory of his brutal beating sent a shiver down his spine. He had almost forgotten that Qingling was the cause of his injuries.
"Your Holiness, I believe we'll have the opportunity to meet her at the Continental Soul Master Grand Tournament."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly. "Very well. I shall await that day."
On that day, her own flesh and blood, Qian Renxue, would also return.
Bibi Dong found herself eagerly anticipating their battle. Who would emerge victorious?
On the other side...
"Tang Hao, is this the place you mentioned?"
"Is this the outpost before the City of Slaughter?"
Tang Hao nodded slightly. "That's right. Everyone here is a desperate criminal. Not a single one is innocent."
Standing beside him were Tang Xiao, five elders of the Clear Sky Sect, and Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Before Tang Hao's group lay a small town that appeared unremarkable at first glance. Yet as soon as they stepped inside, they sensed an unsettling atmosphere.
They couldn't quite put their finger on it, but the people around them seemed to radiate a peculiar chill.
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils narrowed slightly. "There's something strange about this place."
"I'd like to experience the City of Slaughter firsthand."
"Patriarch Yu, you jest. Our purpose here isn't to explore the City of Slaughter."
Yu Yuanzhen waved his hand impatiently. "I know, I know. I don't need a junior like you telling me what to do."
Tang Xiao shook his head helplessly, sensing that this mission wouldn't go as smoothly as planned.
The reason they had sought out Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was because Tang Hao had insisted that only a purely yang-aligned artifact could counter the King of Slaughter.
Only a pure yang energy could drive away the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King possessing his grandfather.
Wasn't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Martial Soul, with its thunderous power, inherently pure yang?
Wouldn't that be the perfect counter to the King of Slaughter?
Led by Tang Hao, the group quickly reached a tavern in the small town.
The air inside the tavern was thick and murky, and every decoration was black.
Though it was daytime outside, stepping inside brought an immediate sense of cold, oppressive darkness.
About forty percent of the tavern's seats were occupied. Despite the heavy atmosphere, the place was eerily quiet, with few patrons speaking.
The arrival of Tang Hao's group immediately drew attention. It was rare to see such a large group enter at once, and their imposing demeanor made it clear they were not to be trifled with.
Most patrons glanced at them briefly before quickly looking away.
A waiter in black robes, his face expressionless, approached their table.
"What will you have?"
"Nothing. Just want you all to get the hell out."
The moment those words left Tang Hao's lips, the tavern erupted in fury, its patrons ready to retaliate.
But in the next instant, Tang Hao and his group revealed their Soul Ring configurations, and the crowd scattered like stray dogs fleeing a storm.
With so many Titled Douluo gathered in one place, it was clear they had come with a purpose—not something these petty thugs could hope to exploit.
Tang Hao closed his eyes, unleashing his Slaughter Domain with a thunderous roar: "King of Slaughter, show yourself!"
"You must have sensed my arrival!"
"Hmph!"
"You dare return? And bring so many with you? Are you trying to disrupt my City of Slaughter?"
As his words faded, a dense crimson mist billowed through the tavern.
A man clad in blood-red armor materialized before Tang Hao and his companions.
"The King of Slaughter!"
The King of Slaughter exuded not mere killing intent, but an aura of profound evil—a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze one's very marrow.
Evil, icy-red ripples spread slowly outward, engulfing the tavern in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing the King of Slaughter's appearance, everyone except Tang Hao froze for a few seconds.
"This is the King of Slaughter you mentioned, Tang Hao? He doesn't seem that formidable to me!" Yu Yuanzhen sneered, his expression dismissive. He had only come to repay a favor and assist, without knowing the specifics of the mission.
He couldn't understand why the Clear Sky Sect would dispatch so many Titled Douluo for a mere King of Slaughter. Could this King of Slaughter truly be that powerful?
If he were truly so strong, why would he hide in this godforsaken place?
Yu Yuanzhen couldn't make sense of it, so he simply stopped trying.
The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, grinned at Yu Yuanzhen. "Heh heh heh, a mere junior who doesn't know his place."
"It seems I've been out of the world for too long, haven't acted in too long. The world has forgotten the might of the King of Slaughter!"
"Attack!"
With a furious roar, the six Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect swung their Clear Sky Hammers, aiming to crush the King of Slaughter.
But the supposedly invincible Clear Sky Hammers were blocked by the King of Slaughter's overwhelming killing intent.
"How is this possible?!"
Amidst the group's gasps of shock, the King of Slaughter casually waved his hand, sending all six Douluo flying.
"Yu Yuanzhen, what are you waiting for?" Tang Hao roared.
At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen's mind was in overdrive.
The King of Slaughter is far too powerful!
If I'm already weaker than the Clear Sky Sect's Titled Douluo, charging in would be suicide!
Yet Yu Yuanzhen steeled his resolve and charged forward.
As the saying goes: Decisiveness leads to reckless sacrifice, hesitation to defeat.
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