I think Douluo Dalu likes anti-routines

The killing capital, the inner city.

Countless residents of the Killing City looked at the daunting pit in front of them as if they were awakening from a dream, and the aura surging in it was frightening to even experienced experts.

Tang San naturally rushed to the scene as soon as possible. After all, he wanted to command the killing city, so he would not be absent from such a drastic change.

Because Lao Qi was in the outer city, he did not follow him. Standing next to Tangshan were a few six people dressed similarly to Lao Qi, and a slim woman standing not far away covering her nose in disgust.

"Master." One of the more steady-looking men carefully investigated the pit a hundred meters away, and came back to report to Tang San after a while.

"Ada felt four auras in it. They are all peak-level figures. They are definitely far beyond me."

The man who called himself Ada made a detailed report. Tang San nodded, frowning and looking at the huge pit.

It was obviously a very fierce battle that would cause terrain destruction on this scale. The building materials of the Killing City were very strong, which was enough to show the strength of the people fighting.

"What do you think?" Tang San turned to look at the graceful woman beside him.

The woman seemed to be very disgusted with the smell here. She covered her mouth and nose tightly and said in a solemn voice: "At least a Titled Douluo above level 95. The last time I saw this level of destructive power was the last time!"

Three black lines visibly appeared on Tang San's forehead, he shook his head helplessly: "Don't talk too much nonsense like this."

"Ah Da." Tang San ignored the woman who was talking nonsense about literature and ordered toward Ah Da: "Go and ask His Majesty the Killing God."

Ada immediately nodded in agreement, exchanged glances with the people around him, then left the place and ran towards where he came from.

"Does the God of Death you take refuge in have such strength?" Tang San glanced at the few people following him closely, leaned slightly towards the woman, and asked in a low voice.

The woman rolled her eyes and patted Tang San's shoulder comfortingly: "Okay, okay, the one-sword killing god is definitely the strongest in combat power. Even a titled Douluo of the same level, no one can stop him. A sword from my crown!"

Of course Tang San sneered at this woman's statement. If he was really so strong, why not become the King of Slaughter?

Aren't you just hiding under someone's roof?

However, he didn't express it clearly. Although Yi Sword Killing God gave him a few personal bodyguards, Tang San knew very well that these bodyguards were still people's spies.

Today's inner city briefly became peaceful because of this battle between unknown strong men. Most people were speculating and observing, and the killings decreased a lot. However, as time went by, the planters who liked sneak attacks After successive successes, they became more and more arrogant, and soon the killing city returned to its previous chaotic state.

The blue silver grass bloomed quietly, lifting Tang San's figure. The next moment, Tang San wanted to take the woman away from here. He was not strong, and it was not safe to stay in such a place.

But a terrifying wave of soul power arrived first and quickly enveloped Tang San. Tang San had never felt such a surge of soul power. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel shaken. He loosened his control and the Blue Silver Grass retracted. Inside the body, the whole person fell to the ground.

The woman actually reacted as soon as the attack came. She was seen connecting dots in the air quickly, twisting her body like a snake, and escaped from Tang San in an instant, landing cautiously not far away, the triangle His pupils were constricted and he scanned the surroundings like needlepoints.

Tang San's reaction was naturally not slow. Although this huge wave of soul power almost knocked him down, he quickly adjusted, with the blue silver grass surrounding him slightly, his left hand clasped tightly around his waist, his sharp eyes flashing Purple light.

"Tang San! Be careful!" the woman shouted not far away, but she was obviously not planning to get close to the rescue.

Tang San also knew that there were no absolute allies in a place like this, and he didn't expect that woman to rescue him, but he knew that if he was attacked, he only had to hold on for a while, and the bodyguards assigned to him by the God of Killing Sword would come...

bang bang bang...

Several figures suddenly fell from the sky, hitting the ground and kicking up bursts of dust.

Protect your own...

Before Tang San could finish thinking, several of his guards had been defeated and thrown down.

It's bad now... Tang San's expression turned ugly. He had never met anyone in the Killing City who could defeat all his guards so quickly, which meant that he was now in great danger.

It's like a big word "danger" carved on the forehead!

"Hahaha, you're brave!" An old voice came from the air, and the surrounding soul power became gentle. Tang San couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This situation was not a sure-kill situation.

"Girl, you go first." The voice suddenly appeared around the woman. The next moment, the woman was shocked to find that she was thrown away. In just a moment, she was already very far away from Tang San.

"Senior." Tang San was very good at assessing situations. He was no match for this person even when there were people around him, let alone being alone now.

Although he hadn't seen anyone yet, Tang San had already taken the lead in giving in and put all his martial arts spirits away, with the attitude of saying if you have any trouble, tell me immediately and I will definitely cooperate.

"Tang San?" An old voice sounded above his head. Tang San immediately raised his head and saw an old man shrouded in a blood-red robe from head to toe, looking at him with interest.

Tang San straightened his body, bowed respectfully and replied: "That boy is Tang San."

Tang Chen frowned in confusion and walked around Tang San: "It stands to reason that you are only seven or eight years old, why are you so tall?"

The Tang family was not known for their physical fitness, and there were no examples of overdevelopment among the clan members.

Tang San was slightly startled. No one in the Killing City knew his age, but there was no time for him to think about it at this time. He just scratched his head and said, "There was an accident that caused his body to grow up prematurely."

Tang Chen nodded, without asking too much, looking at Tang San kindly, and asked gently: "Do you know who I am?"

Tang San lowered his head and said respectfully: "I think he must be the crown prince of the God of Killing."

The blood-red robe was the symbol of the God of Death, and Tang San, who was in the city of killing, naturally knew this.

"God of Death? Hahahaha..." Tang Chen laughed happily. Tang San keenly noticed that the face of the old man in front of him was gradually turning blood red, and he lowered his head in a hurry, not daring to look further.

Tang Chen naturally knew that this was the nine-headed bat king who was awakening, so he did not waste time, nodded in the air and ordered: "Come down!"

"Look who he is?"

Hearing this, Tang San raised his head again, and was shocked to find that his father was looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Dad...?! This..." Tang San was at a loss for a moment. He certainly didn't expect to see his father here.

And although he had some suspicions that his father was a soul master, he certainly didn't expect that his father could stand with a god of death!