After half a month of living a life of hardship, Qian Xunji slowly walked into a small town under the sunlight. The town didn't seem big, but as soon as he stepped in, Qian Xunji felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit strange. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that there was a special chill about the people around him.
Qian Xunji walked aimlessly, while releasing his spiritual power to secretly observe his surroundings. Qian Xunji sensed an evil aura, a signal transmitted to him by his Angelic Martial Soul. This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, and he felt like vomiting. Soon, Qian Xunji found a tavern with a dilapidated wooden board on it, with four crooked characters written on it: 'Slaughter Tavern'.
Qian Xunji strode in with his long legs. The air inside the tavern was very murky. Qian Xunji noticed that all the decorations here were black. Although it was daytime outside, there was a cold and dark feeling as soon as he entered. At this time, the tavern was about 30% full. Although the air was murky, very few people were talking, so it was very quiet.
Qian Xunji's arrival attracted much attention, as his unique aura made him seem like an immortal descended to earth. The people in the tavern stared wide-eyed at him, their gazes a mix of admiration, lust, and envy.
Qian Xunji glanced at them with disgust, releasing a powerful aura that intimidated those who dared to act recklessly. Sure enough, their eyes flickered, and they quickly retreated. Qian Xunji found a seat in a corner. A waiter dressed in black, with an indifferent expression, approached and asked coldly,
"What would you like to order?"
"I want to enter the City of Slaughter," Qian Xunji replied calmly.
The waiter's expression changed slightly, then he composed himself and said, "Okay, kill them, and bring two Bloody Marys, then I'll let you in."
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, the surrounding people overturned tables. One burly man grinned and said, "Kid, you want to get into the Killing City? Too bad, I just committed murder and was being chased here. I want to go to the Killing City too. Look at your delicate skin, hehe, I'll go easy on you later?"
Qian Xunji returned a cold glint in his eyes, his gaze as unyielding as ancient ice, making the burly man shiver. He thought to himself, "This is tough; I've met my match."
Then, the burly man kicked over a table, saying, "This is a test, a test from the Killing City. Kill them and we can enter the Killing City." As
soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned bloodshot. They charged at Qian Xunji like madmen.
Qian Xunji frowned, a burst of energy erupting from him, his deathly gaze locking onto everyone. Without a word, he gripped an ancient black sword and thrust it directly at the tall, burly man. Seeing this, the tall, burly man hurriedly summoned his martial spirit, also a weapon—a two-foot-long broadsword with four spirit rings: one white, two yellow, and one purple.
*Clang!* A soft sound rang out, and the tall, burly man's martial spirit broadsword was pierced through, his martial spirit utterly destroyed. The tall, burly man's eyes narrowed, feeling an irresistible force assail him, leaving him no will to resist. In that instant, the tall, burly man experienced the feeling of death.
He immediately opened his mouth and cried out, "Spare me!"
"You have no chance. Die," Qian Xunji said coldly.
A flash of sword light separated him from his body, his head falling to the ground, mouth agape, still frozen in the terror of death, eyes wide open in death.
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Those around trembled at the sight. The young man before them possessed terrifying strength, unleashing such power even without his martial spirit. They knew their lives were in danger. Someone shouted, "Kill him!" Everyone knew they wouldn't survive the day if they didn't kill him, so they mustered all their strength, unleashing their increased soul power, determined to kill him.
Qian Xunji smiled contemptuously, his ancient black sword slowly unleashing a streak of sword energy that swept across their bodies. Thump, thump, thump... corpses fell to the ground, blood staining the tavern floor.
The wind stopped, and the tavern was empty except for Qian Xunji and the waiter. This was a slaughterous feast, Qian Xunji's baptism in the City of Slaughter, his trial in this brutal arena about to begin.
The tavern waiter, watching Qian Xunji's carnage, couldn't help but shudder. This young man, with a calm expression and a constant smile, cleanly and efficiently dealt with the group; his seasoned skill chilled him. He thought, "It seems the long-dormant City of Slaughter is about to become much more lively again.
" "May I go in?" Qian Xunji asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, you can go in. Please, please come in," the waiter hurriedly said. He then lightly pressed a button on the bar—the entrance to the City of Slaughter.
With a deafening roar, a huge hole appeared in the ground, and a chilling wind blew up from below. Seeing the opening, Qian Xunji felt as if a demon from hell was beckoning him. Without hesitation, he leaped into the darkness. His body was instantly enveloped in darkness, disappearing completely within it.
Deeper into the darkness, after only a few meters of descent, Qian Xunji found himself firmly on solid ground. He no longer needed light; his spiritual power allowed him to see clearly in the dark. It was a long, sloping passageway, a chilling aura constantly brushing against Qian Xunji's body. Yet, he strode forward.
When Qian Xunji had taken 1462 steps, a cold voice suddenly echoed from all directions, "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of the underworld, a world filled with carnage. Here, you can obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life."
He released his spiritual power, but Qian Xunji immediately sensed that the passageway's material was extremely peculiar, impenetrable even to his spiritual power. His expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious. However, his footsteps did not cease; the clattering sound on the ground indicated unease.
Rounding a bend, a faint light appeared ahead. Qian Xunji squinted, and the light before him magnified—an open doorway. On the other side of the portal, there was a life force.
Taking large strides forward, Qian Xunji clearly heard a cacophony of sounds. When he emerged from the passageway, one hundred and one people appeared before him.
All were clad in black armor, their faces completely obscured by helmets, and one hundred of them wielded heavy swords. Only one person sat atop a tall warhorse, his horse also covered in thick black armor. (