Journey to the City of Slaughter, Killing One Man with Every Step!

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: How come we haven't seen fellow Daoist "So Handsome They Chop Me" speak in the group these past few days? This old man has some cultivation questions he wished to ask him.

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: @Apprentice Yearning for the Way of the Sword, fellow Daoist, you often went to cultivate with him. Do you know the reason? (Confused) (Confused) (Confused)

Apprentice Yearning for the Way of the Sword: Senior said a few days ago that he had important matters to attend to and would be away for a while. I have not gone to disturb him during this time.

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: I see. Also, why has the mission forum not posted any missions for so long? This old man wanted to try taking on some missions to earn Contribution Points.

Apprentice Yearning for the Way of the Sword: I once heard Senior mention that mission postings on the forum are irregular. They may be released frequently for several days in a row, or the forum may remain silent for months. It all depends on one's own fortune.

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: Thank you, fellow Daoist, for clearing up my doubts. This old man truly wishes to take on a mission and test his hand. It is getting late, and this old man still has some trivial matters to deal with today, so I shall not stay long. (Cupped hands)

Apprentice Yearning for the Way of the Sword: You are too polite, Senior Poison God. This junior should log off as well and continue comprehending the Way of the Sword. (Farewell)

"Mr. Dugu, those country bumpkins are in the academy hall right now. You must help this prince vent his anger!"

Fourth Prince Xue Beng of the Heaven Dou Empire was filled with rage, his words impassioned.

Prince Xue Xing beside him was also all smiles as he hurriedly chimed in, "With Mr. Dugu's strength, dealing with those fools who do not know their place will naturally be effortless."

Dugu Bo swept his gaze over the uncle and nephew, a barely perceptible strange glint passing through his eyes.

He slowly turned to Prince Xue Xing and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, to repay the favor from back then, this old man has run errands for the two of you for the past ten years. I have also done quite a few dirty and tiring jobs in secret."

"Today will be the last time."

Dugu Bo had frequently helped Prince Xue Xing before solely because he believed he had no hope of breaking through, and because he was afflicted by a deadly poison. He no longer placed much importance on cultivation.

But now, Dugu Bo had gained the qualification to join the God Domain. With Contribution Points, he had not only cured the poison in himself and his granddaughter, but had also seen his strength soar. Even becoming a god was now within sight.

From this day onward, he would naturally devote himself wholeheartedly to the path of cultivation. It was no longer possible for him to waste his days on the trivial affairs of this uncle and nephew.

Ten years had passed. The debt of gratitude had been repaid. Neither owed the other anything.

At the edge of a desolate desert, heaven and earth stretched vast and boundless.

Yellow sand swept across the ground, blotting out the sky and sun.

Amid the wasteland stood only a few scattered, withered trees, leaning crookedly with decayed branches. Corpses hung from their treetops, swaying in the wind.

The air was filled with the foul stench of rotting flesh and blood. From time to time, crows streaked across the horizon, their hoarse cries tearing through the air and adding to the deathly silence.

Chen Luo arrived before a dilapidated inn. Its wooden door was mottled and its paint had long faded.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.

Creak—

A dry, grating sound tore through the silence.

The moment Chen Luo stepped inside, more than a dozen gazes converged on him.

They belonged to a group of burly, vicious-looking desperadoes.

Seeing Chen Luo's refined features and young age,

they first fell silent, then exchanged glances and laughed. Mockery surfaced on every face.

"Tsk, tsk. Didn't expect such tender meat to deliver itself right to our door."

A burly man grinned and shot Chen Luo a teasing look.

Chen Luo acted as though he had heard nothing. His indifferent gaze swept over the desperadoes before he walked straight to the counter.

He spoke calmly to the innkeeper. "I want to enter the City of Slaughter."

The instant his words fell,

the entire tavern fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze abruptly as killing intent quietly spread.

"Where did this little brat come from? He really doesn't know his place!"

Someone sneered repeatedly.

"With your looks, entering the City of Slaughter is just seeking death."

Another man rose slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Why not let this old man have some fun before you die!"

The burly man strode closer to Chen Luo, licking his lips, the desire in his eyes utterly undisguised.

The next moment,

four soul rings abruptly rose beneath his feet—white, yellow, yellow, purple. He was clearly a Soul Ancestor-level expert, terrifying beyond measure!

An excited and savage expression appeared on his face. Like a starving wolf, he lunged fiercely at Chen Luo!

Yet, just as his hand was about to touch Chen Luo's back,

it was as though he had struck an invisible barrier and could not advance another inch!

"Th-this... what is this?!"

The man's expression changed drastically. He threw himself forward with all his strength, yet still could not break through the unseen barrier.

Suddenly, Chen Luo's icy voice rang out:

"This is death."

As soon as the words fell,

the burly man's body suddenly swelled violently, twisting out of shape!

Immediately after—

Boom!

His entire body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

The counter, the walls, the floor... all were splattered crimson as the pungent stench of blood instantly filled the air.

A rain of blood drifted down,

yet Chen Luo, standing amid it, remained calm.

His white robes were whiter than snow, untouched by even a speck of dust.

In an instant,

the entire tavern sank into deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were nailed to that white-robed figure.

A Soul Elder took a sharp breath. Ferocity flashed in his eyes as he roared hoarsely:

"What are you afraid of? Get him together!"

At his command,

more than a dozen Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors in the tavern sprang into action. They summoned their martial souls and leaped into the air, charging Chen Luo like a pack of wolves pouncing on prey!

Facing the attacks descending from all directions, Chen Luo merely raised a hand slightly.

At that instant,

time and space seemed to freeze.

Everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt. They hung in midair, unable to move.

The leading Soul Elder's pupils constricted sharply. Terror and the aura of death surged from the depths of his soul, piercing his heart like ice spikes.

Death... I'll die...

Who... who exactly is this young man?

Even a Titled Douluo... could never possibly be like this...

Could he... be a legendary god?

I'm so ridiculous... to have dared attack an existence like this...

I regret it so much...

If I'd known, I never would have listened to that bastard Olba and come here for this drink...

Fuck...

Crack!

The world shattered like a mirror.

The bodies of the dozen or so desperadoes swelled and exploded one after another, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.

The blood rain poured down,

yet not a single drop touched the corner of Chen Luo's robes.

The innkeeper beside them had long since wet himself in terror. His body shook uncontrollably; this was fear born from the depths of his soul!

Though he had killed without blinking in his daily life, no one could endure such a scene.

He swallowed with difficulty and desperately tried to retreat.

"Move, damn legs!"

He frantically crawled in one direction.

Yet a figure in white suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

When he raised his head and met Chen Luo's utterly indifferent eyes,

"Say goodnight to this world."