The protection of the Slaughter King?
That was a thing of the past!
When the Slaughter City was renamed, the Slaughter King had already become a mere figurehead.
Many at the bottom didn't know, but as a Title Douluo, she was well aware.
She had witnessed the entire process of the Slaughter City's reformation.
In front of that person, the Slaughter King was nothing more than a small fry.
Hearing this, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were both stunned.
After all, the Slaughter King was the ruler and the strongest in the Slaughter City.
Even if it was reformed into this so-called "Underworld," such words shouldn't be spoken so lightly, right?
Wasn't she afraid of the Slaughter King's wrath?
To be honest, even Tang Hao didn't want to easily confront the Slaughter King, especially at his peak.
Tang Hao always had a feeling that the Slaughter King was extremely powerful, terrifyingly so.
There was even a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had met him somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.
The Slaughter King gave him no sense of malice; instead, there was a slight feeling of closeness.
This was very strange.
Tang Hao knew very well that the Slaughter King was extremely bloodthirsty, but among the people he knew, there was no one like that.
If their backer wasn't the Slaughter King, then who could it be?
Tang Hao wanted to ask, but he was afraid that "Meng Po" would think he was afraid of the new backer of the Slaughter City.
Therefore, he didn't ask. Even if he did, this so-called "Meng Po" in front of him probably wouldn't answer.
Who would casually reveal their backer?
It was likely that this "Meng Po" would look down on him, a "Death God."
Those who obtained the Death God Domain were given the title of "Death God," but it was just a title, not an actual god.
Of course, in the Slaughter City, a "Death God" who could freely use soul skills was no different from a real god.
Thus, within the Slaughter City, the Death God held a special status. Even the Slaughter King was unwilling to easily offend a Death God.
"Hmph, no matter who your backer is, I come and go as I please. No one can stop me!"
"If anything happens to my son, I will fight your Underworld to the death!"
Tang Hao said coldly, as if only by doing so could he calm his emotions.
"I respect you by calling you a Death God, but don't think you're actually a god."
"Meng Po" parted her lips slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes, as if she didn't take Tang Hao seriously at all.
A Death God?
Just a slightly stronger human.
In front of that lord, such weaklings could be crushed with a flick of a finger!
She could never forget the scene of the Slaughter King being held by the neck, utterly powerless, in front of that lord.
Almost no one knew the true origins of the Slaughter King, but the Slaughter King had the authority to grant people the ability to use soul skills within the Slaughter City.
Could he be weak?
On the contrary, the Slaughter King was not weak; it was just that the lord was too powerful.
"If I don't respect you, what are you?"
"Meng Po" crossed her arms, her aura erupting once again, spreading out in all directions.
"Meng Po" didn't believe that this God of Slaughter was much stronger than her.
Just one person. Even if she wasn't a match, didn't she have teammates?
"If it weren't for our Underworld's reformation, and the inconvenience of acting rashly..."
In the past... it seemed even less possible to act against a Death God.
Now, at least they could provoke them. That was a big step forward.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao had already left before "Meng Po" finished speaking.
Both brothers were afraid that their tempers would get the better of them, and they would end up attacking this madwoman.
Madwoman?
Although "Meng Po" currently appeared to be in her twenties or thirties, the prime of a woman's life, her actual age was definitely over seventy!
The reason she maintained this appearance was entirely because she was a Title Douluo, having regained her youth.
Moreover, she was an evil soul master!
A true evil soul master!
In the current Douluo Continent, there was no such term as "evil soul master." Those who were evil were simply referred to as fallen.
The fallen were defined by the Spirit Hall as soul masters or ordinary people who committed crimes and killed indiscriminately.
To the Spirit Hall, these individuals didn't deserve to be called soul masters, let alone be labeled as evil soul masters.
But "Meng Po" was indeed an evil soul master.
The reason she was able to break through to the Title Douluo level was precisely because of her martial soul, the Fallen Angel!
Yes, "Meng Po's" martial soul was the Fallen Angel, though she hid it well.
Very few in the Slaughter City no, the Underworld,knew what her martial soul truly was.
The Fallen Angel wasn't necessarily evil, but labeling "Meng Po" as an evil soul master was completely justified.
Because she was inherently evil!
After a while, seeing that no one responded, "Meng Po" retracted her aura, feeling somewhat disappointed.
She had thought she could finally have a fight and stretch her limbs.
Unexpectedly, the other party had chickened out and left.
Perhaps this Death God was also wary of the Slaughter King, or perhaps he feared the new backer.
Either way, he had backed down.
"Sigh..."
"I wish more fools would come. This job is really too boring."
"Back in the day..."
"Ahem!"
As if remembering something, "Meng Po" quickly coughed twice, pretending nothing had happened.
She couldn't afford to reminisce about the past.
Although life back then was something she yearned for, it wasn't as interesting as it was now.
Making visitors drink the soup, if they refused, it would be a violation of the rules, and she could directly attack them. How fun was that!
Although most of the time it was boring, like now when there was no one around.
After Tang San finished drinking three bowls of soup, he felt no discomfort.
He followed the guide all the way to the inner city.
The so-called inner city was a term from the past. Now, it was no longer called that.
"Brothers, where exactly are you taking me?"
Tang San couldn't hold back any longer and asked.
They had been walking for a long time, and he had hardly seen anyone.
This gave him an ominous feeling.
This feeling was subtle but sent chills down his spine.
"Oh, you're finally scared?"
"A little worried, yes."
"???"
Tang San was stunned. How had he just blurted out his inner thoughts?
Even if he was truly scared, he wouldn't have expressed it so directly. That wasn't like him.
"Second Brother, you're talking too much!"
Before Tang San could say anything more, the other big man turned his head and spoke to the one who had been talking.
Hearing this, the talkative big man quickly nodded and said, "Sorry, boss. It's just that there have been so few newcomers lately that I forgot the rules."
The rules were simple: after newcomers drank the soup, they were not to engage in conversation or ask any questions.
The soup the newcomers drank was no ordinary thing.
After drinking it, they would basically answer any question truthfully, so no random questions were allowed.
Newcomers like Tang San, before being interrogated by the Judge, had no right to ask questions or speak freely.