Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

"Spare me, elder sister! I was just passing by—I didn't have any bad intentions!" Ma Hongjun cried and pleaded, snot and tears running down his face. "As long as you let me live, I'll do anything—be your ox or your horse!"

Tang San giggled. "Fatty, it's me—Tang San. If you don't recognize my face, surely you recognize the Eight Spider Lances on my back?"

Hearing that ethereal voice, Ma Hongjun rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After staring for a moment, he asked, "Third Brother…? Back during the Soul Master Tournament you were just a Soul Ancestor. How did you become a Soul Sage in two years… and become this… beautiful?"

"It's a long story."

"Then don't bother telling it right now! Fate brought us together in this hellhole—we gotta celebrate. I've got food and drink ready, let's eat first and talk later." Ma Hongjun grinned, patted the dust off his clothes, and led Tang San toward his hideout.

Though Slaughter City was essentially the Spirit Hall's prison for fallen soul masters, it never lacked in food, clothing, or shelter. With a soul bone skill at his disposal, Ma Hongjun ranked among the top-tier fighters here, so his living conditions were well above average.

Inside a clean apartment, the table was filled with food and wine. Ma Hongjun, now dressed in clean clothes, sat opposite Tang San and said cheerily, "These dishes might be nothing special outside, but in Slaughter City, this is a feast. Third Bro—uh, no, you have to try some!"

Now that Tang San had evolved his martial soul into the Dark Blue Silver King, his appearance had become indistinguishable from a peerless beauty. Ma Hongjun struggled more and more to say "Third Brother" while looking at that gorgeous face.

But Tang San didn't mind at all. He sipped a little wine and asked softly, "Fatty, what did you do to end up here in Slaughter City?"

"Ah, just a little mistake. Spirit Hall grabbed me and tossed me into this hellhole. I've been scared every day since." Ma Hongjun scratched his head sheepishly, then asked, "What about you, Third Bro? With how strong you are, did you come here to hide from Spirit Hall?"

"No. I came here to temper my strength."

"To train? Third Bro, this is Slaughter City! How many people can actually make it out of here? You planning to live here forever?"

"Leave? All I need is a hundred consecutive wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena, right?"

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard. "Third Bro… are you trying to become the eleventh Death God?"

Since Slaughter City's order was restored, Ma Hongjun had participated in several Hell Battles. He knew how dangerous it was. Even the strongest only had one chance to play dumb—after that, nine killers would come at you all at once. If he didn't have a powerful soul bone that combined offense and defense, he'd have died long ago. As for becoming a Death God? He'd never even dreamed of it.

Every new Death God meant the sacrifice of all the arena's spectators. Their legends spread like wildfire, especially the recent two: Yu Tianming and Dugu Yan. Their overwhelming strength and brutal arena slaughters had become infamous.

But when Tang San declared his intention to become the eleventh Death God, Ma Hongjun didn't doubt it for a second. He'd seen Tang San go on a bloody rampage, those eerie Blue Silver Vines and Spider Lances making him look like a killing machine. No fallen soul master could possibly defeat him.

After a moment of silence, Ma Hongjun asked seriously, "Third Bro, do you know about the ninth Death God from ten years ago? Legend says he had an incredibly strong dragon-type martial soul. He could spit lightning and had immense vitality—he wouldn't die even if all three heads were cut off."

Tang San's expression changed. A dragon-type soul with three heads and lightning? That could only be Yu Tianming. "You mean Yu Tianming? He cleared Slaughter City ten years ago?"

Ma Hongjun nodded. "If you're going to be the eleventh Death God, Third Bro, I'll support you all the way—if nothing else, to help a brother get revenge."

"Thanks, Fatty. Once I become a Death God, I'll make sure to get you out of here."

"Then I'll wait for the good news!"

The atmosphere warmed as they ate and drank, two lonely people finding camaraderie in a place full of violence and depravity. For the first time, they truly became comrades.

BANG! The door was suddenly kicked open, splashing wine all over the floor from Ma Hongjun's startled hands.

"Damn it, looking for death!" Ma Hongjun stood up, fury in his eyes, and looked toward the doorway—where two figures appeared: a seductive woman with chestnut short hair and a tall, silver-haired young man with a cold expression.

The Golden Generation had failed to reach the finals in the Soul Master Tournament and had been sent into harsher training. Now, with Slaughter City's order re-established, the siblings had just been dumped in. Hu Liena's looks had already caught Ma Hongjun's eye. They had crossed paths once during the tournament, and compared to other fallen masters, Ma Hongjun wasn't completely vile. So after teaching him a lesson, they had spared him.

Now, hearing that Ma Hongjun had brought a pure-looking girl into his home, they rushed over, thinking to stop another tragedy.

"Hu Liena, Xie Yue, what are you doing? I'm just drinking at home. You barge in like this—what, you think Fatty has no temper?" Ma Hongjun tried to sound tough, though his voice quickly softened—he clearly couldn't beat them.

"You know why we're here, don't you?" Hu Liena glanced at Tang San, then spoke kindly, "Young lady, this guy has a reputation outside as a notorious pervert. Be careful not to fall for his lies."

"Don't wrongly accuse an honest man. I've made mistakes before, but I don't force people anymore. Besides, she's—"

Tang San stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Ma Hongjun's shoulder, signaling him to step back. Then he smiled sweetly and said, "Hello, my name is Tang Shanshan. The 'Shan' from 'Shanshan laichi.' You can just call me Shanshan."

After awakening the Blue Silver King, Tang Shanshan's appearance had changed drastically, and her aura had grown gentle like the Blue Silver Empress. Her soft voice made Xie Yue and Hu Liena instinctively believe her.

Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He never imagined that his Third Brother would go so far as to disguise himself as a woman to hide his identity—shattering his worldview completely.

Tang Shanshan said softly, "Fatty and I are old friends. He might look a bit sketchy, but he has a good heart. I believe he'd never hurt me."

"You hear that? Stop judging people! I'm a proper guy now. Sure, I'm a bit of a womanizer—but that's just my martial soul acting up. Deep down, I'm a good person, just like Shanshan says!" Ma Hongjun said smugly, giving a sidelong glance at Hu Liena and Xie Yue as he naturally rested a chubby hand on Tang Shanshan's slender shoulder.

"Nana, seems like they don't need our help." Xie Yue tugged Hu Liena's arm. "Let's leave it to them and head to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

Hu Liena glared at Tang Shanshan, stomped her foot, and stormed out.

Once they left, Ma Hongjun turned to Tang Shanshan and chuckled. "Third Bro—no, Shanshan—who'd have thought I'd get to be a righteous man for once? I'll fix the door and then we can continue—"

"Fatty."

"Yeah, Third Bro?"

"Forget the furniture. Take me to see the Hell Slaughter Arena—I can't wait to start the killing." Tang Shanshan's soft smile twisted into a bloodthirsty grin.

"O-okay, Shanshan! Follow me. Let's sign up right now." Ma Hongjun shivered and quickly pulled his hand back. He hadn't forgotten the gruesome way Tang Shanshan had slaughtered on the street using Blue Silver Grass and the Eight Spider Lances.

Slaughter City's inner section wasn't large. Before long, they arrived at a massive dark-red structure: the Hell Slaughter Arena—the city's core. The towering stone building, like a small mountain, was forever stained in blood from the countless fallen soul masters who had died here.

Inside the main gate, Ma Hongjun handed over two cups of blood to a massive container. "Blood is currency here. Entry requires a cup of Bloody Mary. If you're busy later, I can collect them for you."

"Fatty, my identity must remain secret. From now on, just call me Shanshan like Hu Liena does."

Tang Shanshan frowned. She had originally thought her new appearance would conceal her identity, but now that Ma Hongjun knew the truth, she regretted letting it slip—especially after sensing how deep Spirit Hall's influence ran here.

Ma Hongjun looked bewildered. "So… I'm supposed to call you Shanshan from now on?"

The interior of the arena was crude and spacious. Rows of elevated stands surrounded a massive circular pit over a hundred square meters in diameter. Half the seats were already filled with fallen soul masters. In the arena, ten bloodstained fighters were locked in a savage battle for survival—screams echoed in all directions.

Tang Shanshan found a seat and handed her number plaque to Ma Hongjun. "Fatty, go sign me up for the next Hell Battle."

"Yes ma'am—uh, I mean, Shanshan!" Despite his size, Ma Hongjun moved with surprising agility, disappearing into the stands.

...

In the shadowy heart of Slaughter City, Yu Tianming lounged comfortably on a massive, crystal-inlaid throne.

The chair was enormous. While Tang Chen had once sat here, his body had withered under years of parasitic occupation by the Nine-Headed Bat King. But now, the healthy and powerful Yu Tianming fit the throne perfectly.

Before him, the tall and graceful Dugu Yan wielded the Shura Divine Sword. Just like the chair, the sword was massive—two meters long like a shield. What was unwieldy in Tang Chen's hands now flowed smoothly in hers.

"Yan Yan, take a break. You've trained long enough."

"This sword is so heavy…" Dugu Yan leaned on it, brushing wet hair from her forehead as she panted. "I don't know how the Slaughter King ever wielded something this heavy."

"The Shura Sword isn't known for its weight, but like the Sea God's Trident, it chooses its master. Only by inheriting the Shura God's legacy can you truly wield it." Yu Tianming's gaze softened. "For ordinary Titled Douluo, it's practically unusable. The fact you can swing it is already impressive."

Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "I'm an assault-type soul master, but I don't specialize in brute strength. I probably owe it to the Titan Giant Ape and Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear souls. Still, I've got a long way to go before I can truly wield this blade."

"No—you're closer than you think."

"You mean… to begin the Shura trials?"

"Not yet. First, absorb your ninth soul ring and become a full Titled Douluo. Then we'll begin."

Yu Tianming held out his hand, summoning a smooth, translucent divine pearl in a swirl of white light.

"Remember the Sea God's divine soul ring gift?"

Dugu Yan squinted at the glowing orb and frowned. "This one's stronger than the Sea God's… You didn't burn a ton of your soul force to make this, did you? Won't it harm you to keep boosting our soul rings and soul bones like this?"

"For the Sea God, maybe. But my divine power is deep and abundant—forming these divine soul rings doesn't affect me at all." With that, Yu Tianming pressed the pearl to her brow.

Years of training made Dugu Yan instantly sit cross-legged and begin absorbing the ninth ring, her breath calm and focused.

(End of Chapter)

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