CHAPTER 343: CHAPTER 343: THE SUPERIOR’S DISDAIN FOR THE INFERIOR

Soon, as the Ice Dragon King, the Fire Dragon King, Wo Long, and the Silver Dragon King worked together in an orderly manner, time began to pass quietly.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed.

During these six months, the continent was peaceful, and people lived in harmony.

The kind of mass disappearances of villages and towns that had occurred half a year ago never happened again.

Although the Spirit Hall knew the cause and effect, under Bibi Dong’s intervention, they did not take action to capture Tang Hao.

Instead, they increased patrols and protection between villages to ensure that Tang Hao would not strike again!

In Heaven Dou City, under the leadership of Liu Erlong, the women lived in harmony and peace.

Although the Clear Sky Clan was dissatisfied with Tang Yuehua, due to the interference of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the cowardly Clear Sky Clan only dared to scold Tang Yuehua and not cause trouble for the other three factions.

Although Tang Yuehua had returned to her clan a few times during these six months, she was essentially scolded out by the clan elders each time, so she eventually stopped going back.

At most, she would write a letter to her eldest brother and have a clansman deliver it, while she stayed at the Moon Pavilion, occasionally visiting the Blue Tyrant Academy to greet her sister Liu Erlong! Her life was relatively peaceful.

In the Star Luo Empire, Dai Mubai, who had become the crown prince, had garnered the support of 80% of the empire’s officials.

With a single order from him, the throne of the Star Luo Empire could change hands.

In the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong and Hu Liena remained master and disciple during the day, and mother and daughter at night, comforting each other in bed and missing that scoundrel of a man.

It could be said that, apart from the Clear Sky Clan, which was living in misery due to a lack of funds, everyone else was living well.

Life was peaceful.

After all, the funds from the Moon Pavilion were sent back to the clan and divided among the five elders. Now that less was being contributed, the five elders naturally began to scheme against each other to ensure their share of the funds wasn’t reduced!

"..."

In the City of Slaughter.

"The Asura has won another victory! Let us cheer for the Asura!!"

In the Hell Killing Arena, Tang San smashed the heads of nine crippled participants and then left the arena in style.

Although Tang San was puzzled as to why so many ordinary people had recently entered the City of Slaughter, slaughtering them didn’t make him feel guilty. On the contrary, it made him feel even more at ease.

After all, killing nine ordinary people was much easier than killing nine spirit masters.

And because of Tang San’s fearsome reputation, no one dared to ambush him.

After leaving the Hell Killing Arena, Tang San went straight to a nearby tavern and ordered a Bloody Mary.

Although the people around him looked at him with anger and hatred, Tang San didn’t care at all. They were just trash. Why should he fear a bunch of trash?

Due to his need to force them to participate in the Hell Killing Arena, Tang San didn’t immediately take action.

"Big brother, here’s your Bloody Mary!"

As Tang San sat in silence, a little boy brought over a Bloody Mary.

"Huh?! Why is there a child here?"

With his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could easily tell that the boy’s bones were not fully developed. He was truly just a child, not a stunted dwarf.

"Kid, do you know what this place is?"

The boy shook his head.

"I don’t know. My father was killed by a man with a hammer. He brought me and the villagers here. My grandfather died protecting me the day before yesterday. Yesterday, I almost died, but the tavern owner saved me and let me work here."

Hearing this, Tang San’s expression froze. A man with a hammer? Could it be his father?

Yes, that must be it. No wonder there were so many ordinary people in the City of Slaughter all of a sudden.

Seeing how his father had gone to such lengths for him, Tang San’s eyes couldn’t help but redden.

Even though his father couldn’t help him openly, he had still worked tirelessly behind the scenes for him.

"Big brother, why are you crying too? Did your father also get killed by a hammer?"

The boy, speaking innocently, asked.

"No, no. I’m just moved. The man who killed your father with a hammer is my father, the renowned Title Douluo, Tang Hao! My father has gone to great lengths to help me leave the City of Slaughter as soon as possible!

I’m crying because I’m moved by my father’s efforts! And kid, your father should feel honored to have been killed by my father. You should know that even the former Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Daoliu, died under my father’s hammer!"

Tang San patted the boy’s head and smiled.

"Feel honored? Big brother, that doesn’t sound right. Your father killed my father and brought our entire village of dozens of people to this hellhole. In just a few days, all my family members have died. Do you think that’s fair?!"

The boy’s expression changed, and he asked in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Tang San smiled faintly.

"Kid, the world itself is unfair. If you want to blame someone, blame the world. The strong prey on the weak, the big fish eat the small fish. Your big brother has also been through the same process of the strong preying on the weak."

"But big brother, your father isn’t dead, and neither are you. Your clan members haven’t been sent to this hell to suffer!"

The boy continued.

Hearing this, Tang San smiled again, but this time his smile was even more sinister.

"Kid, you need to understand that I’m a genius. For a genius, being defeated repeatedly is worse than death. You only lost a worthless father, but I lost my pride and dignity!"

"Then why don’t you just die? If being defeated is worse than death for you, and you can’t beat your opponents, why not just die? Wouldn’t that solve everything? Why drag our village into this? We had no grudge against your father."

"..."

This time, Tang San was at a loss for words.

It wasn’t that he felt guilty or remorseful, but he simply didn’t know how to explain his current feelings and emotions to a boy whose status and position were so far beneath his own.

As for the deaths of the boy’s clansmen, Tang San didn’t care. After all, he had once relied on absorbing life force and spirit power to enhance his strength.

Moreover, he was the son of Tang Hao, a direct descendant of one of the top three sects, the Clear Sky Clan. He had long since passed the age where he needed to empathize with ordinary people.

At this point, Tang San had completely placed himself in the category of the elite.

Having lost his patience, Tang San downed his Bloody Mary in one gulp and then spoke in a dark tone.

"Kid, it was nice chatting with you. You miss your father, right? Well, I’ll take you to see him! In your next life, remember to thank me properly!"