"To be honest, I am not merely the inheritor of the Death God..."
Ye Hao spoke calmly as he looked at Bo Saixi.
"You... what do you mean by that?"
Bo Saixi frowned.
"Back then, the divine inheritance Tang Chen sought in the Slaughter City was that of the Asura God—the God of Slaughter, a renowned deity of destruction. To fulfill his promise to you, he resolutely undertook the trials. However, just as he was nearing completion, an unforeseen event occurred..."
Ye Hao recounted the events slowly while Bo Saixi listened in silence, not daring to miss a single detail.
"The machinations of the Rakshasa God?" Bo Saixi sighed softly. "Why would the Rakshasa God do such a thing?"
"The Rakshasa God and the Asura God are both deities of slaughter, but they govern different aspects. The Asura God controls the pure killing intent of the world, while the Rakshasa God governs the slaughter born from evil and resentment. The Asura's light is one of purity, while the Rakshasa's darkness is tainted and chaotic."
Ye Hao continued, "The previous Rakshasa God left behind a trace of divine will in the Slaughter City specifically to interfere with the Asura God's inheritance. This was the true reason behind the sudden mishap in Tang Chen's trial. They are eternal adversaries, locked in a battle to the death."
He then added, "After I completed the trials of the Slaughter City, I gained the favor of the Asura God. The crimson sword I wielded that day was his divine weapon—the Asura Demon Sword."
Ye Hao explained the origins of Tang Chen's demise in detail.
"It's a pity for such a great sect leader. Tang Chen was a man worthy of respect. Had it not been for his promise to you, I might not have had the opportunity to destroy the Clear Sky Sect."
Tang Chen was indeed an extraordinary figure, yet he met such a tragic end—his soul extinguished and his body controlled by that wretched bat. It was a lamentable fate.
After hearing Ye Hao's account, Bo Saixi was momentarily unable to process it. The man she had waited for all these years would never return.
At this thought, she clutched her head, her delicate fists clenched tightly in anguish.
"Why... why..."
Bo Saixi broke down. She had wasted decades of her youth waiting, only to receive such devastating news. The loss of Tang Chen struck her deeply.
"Senior Bo Saixi, the departed are gone. You must look forward," Ye Hao consoled, understanding the pain in her heart.
For a woman to wait so many years, only to face such an outcome—even Ye Hao would struggle to bear it.
"Thank you..." Bo Saixi exhaled heavily.
"Thank you for telling me this. Could you leave now? I need to be alone."
Seeing her state, Ye Hao nodded solemnly and stood to leave.
"Senior Bo Saixi, I take my leave."
With that, he departed.
"Lovers rarely reunite. Once missed, it's a lifetime of regret."
Suddenly, Xiao Hong appeared in the corridor.
"You startled me," Ye Hao said, patting his chest. He then glanced around. "Where's my daughter?"
"Qiuyue was taken shopping by Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others. Your daughter is adorable—she's quite popular in the Spirit Hall," Xiao Hong replied with a bright grin.
"Of course. Though I'm curious—you actually let her ride on your back willingly? That's unprecedented. Back when I tried, you nearly bit me," Ye Hao remarked with a wry smile. Perhaps only Qiuyue could enjoy such privilege.
"You're not the Death God yet. Once you ascend, you can ride me as much as you want. But not now," Xiao Hong shook its head.
"Why not?"
"Your strength isn't enough. I'm the pinnacle of combat power in the Spirit Hall. Letting you ride me would ruin my dignity," Xiao Hong retorted bluntly.
"Then why can my daughter?"
Xiao Hong smirked. "No reason. I just feel like it."
With that, it sauntered off with its usual swagger.
"That damn dog never loses out," Ye Hao chuckled, shaking his head. "It's just like that black dog. Thankfully, Xiao Hong isn't greedy, or I'd suspect it was its reincarnation, haha..."
---
The next morning, the sun rose from the east, casting warm light across the land as a new day began.
At dawn, Bo Saixi prepared to depart.
At the gates of Spirit City, Ye Hao personally saw her off.
"Senior Bo Saixi, forgive me for not escorting you further."
"This is enough," Bo Saixi replied, her face weary from a sleepless night.
The news of Tang Chen's death had struck her too deeply.
"Ye Hao, before I leave, I have a question for you," she said solemnly.
"Please ask."
"Will you destroy Sea God Island?"
Her question struck at the heart of the matter.
Ye Hao nodded inwardly—just as he had anticipated. As the High Priestess of Sea God Island, protecting it was her sacred duty.
"I only have one thing to say..."
Ye Hao took a deep breath.
"As long as Tang San lives, I will fight him to the death."
"Very well. I have my answer."
Bo Saixi nodded.
"After I return to Sea God Island, I will continue fulfilling the mission bestowed upon me by the Sea God. As for the wager between the Sea God and the Death God, I have no interest in it."
"As for Tang San... do as you see fit."
With that, Bo Saixi soared into the sky, heading toward Sea God Island.
Her response gave Ye Hao clarity. He waved at her departing figure before turning back toward the Spirit Hall to prepare for his next step—extracting the Death Scythe.
---
High above the clouds, Bo Saixi's robes fluttered in the wind, her sea-blue hair streaming behind her. Her face was pale, her spirit broken.
Suddenly, she halted mid-flight, glancing back at the distant Spirit Hall before abruptly changing direction.
Her golden staff materialized in hand, radiating a chilling killing intent as she streaked toward a different destination.
The Slaughter City.
As gloomy as ever, the air thick with the stench of blood.
Contrary to expectations, Bo Saixi did not return to Sea God Island immediately. Instead, she diverted her path to the village outside the Slaughter City—the very entrance Ye Hao had once used.
The same dimly lit tavern.
The interior was shrouded in darkness, the flickering flames above casting eerie shadows.
Bo Saixi strode in, her golden staff in hand, the Sea God's phantom looming behind her. Here, the rules of the Slaughter City held no power over her.
"The Slaughter City truly lives up to its name—the Asura God's domain of transcendence. Fortunately, under the Sea God's protection..."
Her voice turned icy.
"Tang Chen, wait for me. I will avenge you myself."
With killing intent surging, she marched toward the tavern.
The moment she stepped inside, the murky, rowdy atmosphere brightened unnaturally.
All eyes turned to her, their gazes vacant yet fixated on the sudden arrival of this divine figure.
Bathed in a halo of blue and gold, Bo Saixi stood sacred and untouchable.
But greed exists in all men.
Several of the tavern's patrons, oblivious to the impending danger, continued their vulgar remarks.
"What a stunning beauty! Come keep me company, won't you?"
"What a waste to go to the Slaughter City. Better to entertain us than those degenerates."
"Night is fleeting, darling. Let's retire early—"
Filthy words poured from all directions as the fools actually began approaching her.
Bo Saixi's gaze turned glacial. Tightening her grip on the golden staff, an overwhelming pressure erupted from her body.
Under the horrified stares of the onlookers, the entire tavern was instantly reduced to rubble.
Those men disintegrated into dust, dying without even understanding what had happened.
---
Deep within the Slaughter City, the Slaughter King—lounging on his throne while sipping Bloody Mary—suddenly stiffened.
A formidable presence had arrived aboveground. And it was hostile.
"Trouble comes knocking."
With a flap of his blood-red wings, he strode from his palace toward the entrance.
---
On the surface, where the tavern once stood, only a crater remained.
Bo Saixi stood calmly at its center, her intent clear—she had come for the Slaughter King.
Knowing her power would be restricted inside the Slaughter City, she aimed to lure him out.
---
Meanwhile, far away in the Spirit Hall...
Atop the Death God's Temple, Ye Hao's eyes snapped open. The Asura Mark on his forehead flared violently as visions of Bo Saixi's rampage flooded his mind.
"Bo Saixi didn't return to Sea God Island? She went to the Slaughter City? For Tang Chen's sake?!"
Cold sweat drenched his back. The disturbance was so severe that even he—as the Asura God's heir—could sense it.
"This can't happen. If the Slaughter City falls, evil soul masters will run rampant across the continent. We'll be following Tang San's disastrous path!"
Ye Hao burst from the temple, yanking Xiao Hong—who'd been napping spread-eagled below—into the air.
With a beat of his Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, they shot toward the horizon as a streak of violet light.
Xiao Hong blinked groggily, utterly confused.
---
Outside the Slaughter City...
The sky darkened to crimson as a blood-red figure materialized—the Slaughter King himself.
"Who are you? State your purpose!" he bellowed.
A woman?
And a formidable one at that. The killing intent radiating from her made even him—the ruler of this damned place—feel uneasy.
"Your executioner."
Bo Saixi's eyes locked onto him. The Slaughter King bore traces of Tang Chen's form—no, he was using Tang Chen's body!
But the crimson fur, the repulsive scales... this abomination bore no resemblance to the man she remembered.
"Really now?" The Slaughter King laughed. "Such arrogance! Let's see if you can back those words!"
With a sinister grin, he summoned a massive hammer wreathed in red patterns—Tang Chen's spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer!
Its weight made the very earth tremble.
"God of the Seas, grant me power to purge this darkness."
Bo Saixi's prayer ignited her spirit. The Sea God's phantom materialized behind her, nine soul rings rising solemnly.
The Slaughter King's confidence shattered.
Hovering midair with his trident, the Sea God's projection exuded divine majesty. No—he was divinity incarnate.
Bathed in golden radiance, Bo Saixi's aura skyrocketed.
"Impossible—!"
Terror gripped the Slaughter King. His instincts screamed to flee back into the city's protective rules. Surely even this woman wouldn't dare defy them?
He underestimated her.
The Sea God's projection raised its hand. A pillar of golden light descended from the heavens—
—and engulfed the Slaughter King.
Agony beyond comprehension. His very essence burned away under the sacred radiance.
"Noooooo—!"
As his screams echoed, crimson smoke erupted from his body. The Clear Sky Hammer crumbled to ash.
"Darkness cannot hide from judgment. Tang Chen... I've avenged you."
This was the Sea God's Light—a divine technique Bo Saixi had begged her deity to bestow. It annihilated all corruption.
The Slaughter King was no more.
As the demon perished, Tang Chen's true form reemerged—the red fur receded, the wings dissolved.
The man who fell to his knees was the Tang Chen of memory—a gray-robed warrior with sharp features and heroic bearing. No wonder Bo Saixi had loved him.
"Tang Chen... Tang Chen! TANG CHEN!!!"
She rushed forward, cradling his lifeless body. But no matter how desperately she called, his eyes remained shut, his skin cold.
"Damn this cursed city! If not for you, he would never have left me!"
As she prepared to obliterate the Slaughter City entirely—
"Senior Bo Saixi, STOP!"
A violet streak pierced the horizon. Ye Hao and Xiao Hong had arrived via the God's Heart's teleportation—a function the dog had only revealed in this emergency.
(AuthorNote: The speed discrepancy—Ye Hao's month-long sea journey vs. Xiao Hong's instant teleportation—highlights the Death God's Heart's true utility.)