Real Meng Po Soup: Forget the past and reincarnate.
Fake Meng Po Soup: Actually used for interrogation.
Among the fallen, there are indeed soul masters who can see through people's memories.
But who can guarantee that such soul masters won't lie?
Therefore, before interrogating the guilty, it's necessary to drink a bowl of Meng Po Soup!
Of course, how much you drink doesn't really matter; drinking more won't hurt.
Tang San was stunned. Was this a threat?
When had he ever been threatened and not retaliated?
Grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey—six soul rings quickly rose from under Tang San's feet, and a massive Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.
At this moment, Tang San realized the changes in himself.
None of his soul skills were usable, and all his soul rings had turned grey, looking lifeless.
Of course, his soul bone skills were unaffected, but his soul skills were completely unusable.
However, his "self-created soul skills" remained unaffected.
"???"
At this moment, Tang San recalled Tang Hao's words. He truly couldn't use his soul skills anymore.
What did this mean?
It meant that this place was the Slaughter City!
Only in the Slaughter City could such a phenomenon occur.
Seeing this, the three people present smirked.
Almost everyone who came here was someone unwilling to be ordinary.
Especially powerful soul masters from the outside world, who believed they were invincible and could dominate the Slaughter City.
But upon arriving, they discovered that their soul rings couldn't be used!
For normal soul masters, over 90% of their strength lay in their soul rings.
Being unable to use soul rings was equivalent to crippling the soul master.
Of course, soul masters who had undergone enhancements would naturally have much stronger physiques than lower-level soul masters, especially beast soul masters.
Meng Po took a step forward, and lotus flower effects appeared under her feet. In the next moment, soul rings emerged.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, nine soul rings quickly rose from under her feet. A faint white mist surrounded her.
This was the "authority" granted by the Slaughter King, allowing "Meng Po" to use her soul skills normally in the Slaughter City, unaffected by its rules.
Tang San: "..."
At this moment, Tang San fell silent.
Damn it, a fake Meng Po was actually a Title Douluo!
Not just that, she was a Title Douluo who could use her soul skills!
Her soul rings might not be extraordinary, but she was a genuine Title Douluo, something he couldn't handle at his current level.
"Will you drink the soup yourself, or shall I feed it to you?"
Meng Po's eyes flashed with a red light as she spoke indifferently.
The young man before her did have some talent as a soul master, and there was no aura of a fallen one on him.
His strength was genuinely earned through cultivation.
At such a young age, reaching the Soul Emperor level gave him the right to be arrogant.
Unfortunately, he didn't know how to assess the situation.
Tang San silently retracted his martial soul and walked toward Meng Po, feeling as if his future was shrouded in darkness.
This soup, he had to drink it whether he wanted to or not.
"Kid, this soup isn't poison, nor is it something hard to swallow. It's actually carefully prepared by Lady Meng Po."
"You should feel fortunate."
Tang San curled his lip. Whether it was poison or not, he would know once he drank it.
Why bother with such deceptive talk?
"Hmph, I'll drink it!"
Tang San said coldly. What else could he do?
The earlier threat still echoed in his ears, sending chills down his spine.
Seeing Tang San ready to drink the "Meng Po Soup," Meng Po nodded, her smile widening.
She bent down and picked up a white, somewhat mottled "bowl" from beside the wooden bucket, filled it with clear water from the bucket, and handed it to Tang San.
Looking at the "bowl" in Meng Po's hand, Tang San frowned, feeling a cold sweat drip down his forehead.
Was this a bowl?
It was clearly a utensil made from a skull!
It seemed the people here were truly inhuman, they...
After a moment of hesitation, Tang San took the bowl from Meng Po.
Just as Tang San thought Meng Po might tease him, a handsome young man, he didn't even get to touch her hand before she withdrew it.
This woman, who seemed unrestrained, actually had principles?
Holding the soup, Tang San closed his eyes and drank it in one gulp.
Contrary to his expectations, after the soup entered his stomach, Tang San didn't feel anything unusual. It just felt a bit refreshing.
The soup tasted like mountain spring water?
It even had a slight sweetness.
"Come, come, there's plenty more."
"Young people should drink a few more bowls."
Tang San couldn't refuse Meng Po's suggestion, mainly because her nine normal soul rings made him nervous.
After downing two more bowls, Meng Po finally said, "You may pass."
As she spoke, her expression turned icy, as if she had become a different person.
The two guides quickly clasped their hands in respect and bid farewell to Meng Po. They couldn't afford to offend her.
In the entire underworld, few dared to offend her.
After the three left, Meng Po turned to the void and said, "I don't know which Death God has arrived, but the current Slaughter City, no, the underworld, does not welcome Death Gods."
"Leave quickly, or don't blame us for being rude!"
When she released her soul rings earlier, she had sensed the aura of a Death God.
The aura had flashed by, as if the Death God would intervene if she attacked the young man.
This young man must be connected to the Slaughter God.
Tang Hao was baffled. The Slaughter City didn't welcome Death Gods?
That was true!
But such things were usually not stated openly by the Slaughter City, let alone directly threatening a Death God!
But today was different. Not only did they directly threaten him, but their tone was also filled with disdain.
It was as if they were eager for him to make a move.
"Aren't you afraid I'll turn this so-called underworld upside down?"
Tang Hao said coldly. He didn't believe Slaughter City would dare to do this unless they had some special backing.
The terror of a Death God wasn't just about the Death God themselves.
Moreover, every Death God was a formidable figure, forged from blood and slaughter.
The Death God themselves were also weapons of mass destruction, which was why even the Slaughter King didn't want to offend them.
"If you have the ability, go ahead!"
"Our underworld is too idle, lacking enough sinners."
Meng Po smirked, completely unfazed.
Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances, somewhat stunned.
They could see that this "Meng Po" was around level 95.
Neither Tang Hao nor Tang Xiao saw her as a threat.
Of course, Tang Hao no longer had his former strength.
In a one-on-one fight, he really wasn't a match for "Meng Po."
"If my son is in danger, your underworld will pay with its life!"
"Don't think that just because you have the Slaughter King's backing, you can act with impunity!"
"Who said we have the Slaughter King's backing?"
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