"Your Holiness, it has been confirmed that within a twenty-mile radius centered on the City of Slaughter, most of the villagers and townspeople have disappeared without a trace. The estimated number of missing people is around two thousand."
Chrysanthemum Douluo reported to Bibi Dong, who was seated above him.
Hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo’s words, Bibi Dong frowned slightly and asked, "After searching such a large area, have you found any clues?"
"Yes, Your Holiness. I personally visited all the villages and towns and found some anomalies. In every location, there were traces of destruction in the corners of the villages and signs of spirit skills being used.
Therefore, I suspect that a powerful individual may have forced them to leave and taken them away. As for where they were taken, I speculate that they might have been brought to the City of Slaughter. Later, we also discovered that the guards stationed at the entrance of the City of Slaughter had been killed."
Hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo’s words, Bibi Dong’s frown deepened, and a bad thought crossed her mind.
"Are you saying... someone is forcing those villagers into the City of Slaughter?"
"Yes, Your Holiness, but this is only my speculation. We still need concrete evidence to support it. After all... we don’t yet know the motive behind the perpetrator’s actions.
Moreover, the people of the City of Slaughter cannot leave, and most of the evil spirit masters on the continent have been eliminated by us. Therefore, logically, no one should be doing this."
Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke with a bitter smile.
The City of Slaughter was not a well-known place, and its inhabitants could not leave. Who would go out of their way to force such a large group of ordinary people into the City of Slaughter?
Listening to Chrysanthemum Douluo’s explanation, Bibi Dong waved her hand thoughtfully, signaling for him to leave.
She then used her Rakshasa God’s divine sense to contact the Slaughter King.
After asking her questions, the Slaughter King provided answers.
Soon, Bibi Dong understood everything.
Everything was exactly as she had thought.
"Hmph, Tang Hao, what a Tang Hao. For your son, you’ve gone to such lengths..."
Bibi Dong looked out the window at the sky, her voice cold as she muttered.
Everything was as she had suspected. Tang Hao was behind all the recent events.
To ensure that his son, Tang San, could complete a hundred consecutive victories in the City of Slaughter as quickly as possible, Tang Hao had forced ordinary people with no spirit power into the City of Slaughter, all to boost his son’s record!
This way, Tang San could obtain the Asura Domain at the fastest possible speed.
Such behavior, no different from that of fallen spirit masters, had completely crossed Bibi Dong’s bottom line.
In the past, she might have tolerated it, as her primary goal had been to destroy the Spirit Hall.
But now, with her renewed mindset, she could not tolerate it at all.
However, just as Bibi Dong was about to lead a team to hunt down Tang Hao, she remembered that Tang San was also in the City of Slaughter. Why go through the trouble of chasing Tang Hao when she could directly target the source of Tang San’s troubles?
According to the Slaughter King, many people in the City of Slaughter were already dissatisfied with Tang San.
Tang San was essentially the target of everyone’s animosity.
Moreover, Tang San was Tang Hao’s hope.
Therefore, instead of chasing Tang Hao, wouldn’t it be simpler and more effective to torment Tang San and crush his spirit?
The City of Slaughter was now completely under Bibi Dong’s control.
And Tang San, who had entered the City of Slaughter, was like a turtle in a jar, at her mercy.
Soon, a grand scheme to corrupt Tang San began to brew in Bibi Dong’s mind.
Meanwhile, in a secluded village not far from the City of Slaughter, the village’s only fighter, a two-ringed Spirit Master, stood trembling, holding his Sickle Spirit.
He stared at the burly man before him, who was surrounded by nine spirit rings.
Without giving the Spirit Master any time to react or even speak, a black light flashed, and the Spirit Master’s body was instantly crushed into a pulp.
As the Spirit Master turned into a pile of flesh, a seven or eight-year-old child rushed out, crying in pain and sorrow as he knelt beside the remains.
But the man, now completely crushed into a pulp, could no longer respond to his son’s cries.
"He is a warning. If you don’t want to die, follow me obediently!"
Tang Hao ignored the child’s cries. His gaze was sharp, his eyes cold as he looked at the seventy or eighty people before him, his voice icy and stern.
"Yes, respected Title Douluo. We will obey your words. Please spare their lives!"
An elderly man in his seventies or eighties stepped forward, ignoring the pile of flesh that was his son, and spoke respectfully.
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Under the old man’s lead, the villagers, with bitter expressions, gathered their families and followed, not daring to fall behind.
They did not know if they could continue to live by following him, but they knew that if they did not, they would surely die.
They would be crushed to death by his hammer in an instant.
Soon, Tang Hao brought them to the City of Slaughter.
It was currently the time when the City of Slaughter was open. The two new bartenders in the tavern watched as this group of villagers, who did not seem to be spirit masters, filed in. Their previously expressionless faces showed a hint of something unreadable.
Seeing this scene, they couldn’t help but think to themselves.
Compared to Tang Hao, the famous Clear Sky Douluo, they, the fallen ones, were as innocent as children.
Meanwhile, as Tang San’s life gradually returned to normal and the Slaughter King’s plans were about to unfold, in the Heaven Dou City, Xiao Yu, after indulging in the gentle embrace of his women for over a month, finally satisfied them all.
Although Xue Qinghe had repeatedly tried to recruit him during this time, Ning Fengzhi had blocked him each time.
After this brief period of warmth, Xiao Yu planned to take the next step: heading to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to absorb the legacy of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings.
In the Sunset Forest, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Xiao Yu, who had left the Blue Tyrant Academy, stood by the edge of the pool.
Looking at the steaming hot spring before him, Xiao Yu did not hesitate and dove straight in.
"Hmm?! This is the aura of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings. Xiao Yu, have you found the Dragon Tomb?"
Just as Xiao Yu plunged into the waters of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and began to descend rapidly, the Silver Dragon King, who had been in a healing slumber, was awakened by the aura of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings emanating from Xiao Yu.