Terror Knight, Easily Defeated!

"Am I qualified now?"

Qin Shiyuan's teasing voice rang out beside the waiter's ear, but clearly, the man could no longer give him any answer.

The waiter, who had looked utterly fearless just a moment ago, could never have imagined that Qin Shiyuan would actually dare to attack him.

Did this man not know that killing an envoy of the City of Slaughter would violate the City of Slaughter's rules?

Unfortunately, he would never know the answer.

His unwilling pupils slowly widened as the Chenshui Sword gave a light flick.

The corpse, its chest pierced clean through, was flung away. Blood sprayed through the air, joining the bodies from before.

Once he had finished, not a single person remained alive in the small tavern. Qin Shiyuan rose as though nothing had happened.

He strode to the tavern counter, raised a hand, and slammed his palm heavily onto the wooden bar.

With a thunderous crash, the counter exploded into tiny wood chips that scattered in all directions, revealing a flat patch of ground beneath it.

"If I remember correctly, the entrance to the City of Slaughter... should be here."

Qin Shiyuan smiled faintly, then gathered Soul Power beneath his feet and stomped down hard.

Boom!

Amid the deafening blast, a massive hole opened in the ground.

A freezing, sinister wind blew up from below, making one constantly feel an inexplicable malice.

Without hesitation, Qin Shiyuan leaped down, plunging directly into the pitch-black opening.

His body was instantly swallowed by darkness so deep he could not see his hand before his face, and he sank deep within it...

In the darkness, after falling only a dozen or so meters, Qin Shiyuan's feet touched solid ground.

He had no need for light. Though he did not possess Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, after consuming the top-grade Immortal Herb—Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew—this degree of darkness was practically nothing to him.

Before him lay a long tunnel within the darkness.

The passage sloped downward ahead, and its icy aura continuously brushed against Qin Shiyuan's face.

After walking for roughly fifteen minutes, a cold voice suddenly drifted eerily from all directions.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter."

"Here, you can obtain anything you desire, but the price is your life."

Qin Shiyuan showed no reaction upon hearing the sudden voice.

Instead, he quickened his pace, because he knew that the owner of that voice was not far ahead.

After turning a corner, several faint strands of light appeared in the darkness ahead.

Qin Shiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the light before him immediately became clearer.

It was an open gate. On the other side of it, he sensed living presences.

"Finally."

A smile curled behind Qin Shiyuan's mask, mixed with a trace of anticipation.

He strode forward, and before long, he could vaguely hear a noisy clamor.

When he emerged from the side passage, one hundred and one people stood in neat formation before him.

All of them wore black armor, their faces completely concealed behind helmets.

The hundred in the rear carried heavy swords, while only the person at the very front sat atop a tall warhorse.

Even the horse beneath him was covered in thick black armor, its coat impossible to see.

"You have violated the rules."

The deep voice was exceedingly cold. It did not seem to come from a human at all, but rather from an emotionless machine.

Qin Shiyuan did not look at him. Instead, he cast his gaze beyond him.

What he saw was a black city.

Yes, everything was black!

Thick, ancient black city walls, dark and frigid buildings...

Even more astonishingly, a purple moon hung above the city.

The moon was very low, seemingly less than a thousand meters from the ground.

Above that, everything was black, as though eternal night had descended.

"I did violate the rules... so what?"

Qin Shiyuan returned his indifferent gaze to the black-armored knight before him.

Having read the original work, he naturally knew who this man was.

The first line of defense guarding the City of Slaughter—the Terror Knight, Scott!

Though the name sounded intimidating, this Terror Knight was actually just a complete weakling.

In the original story, when Tang San reached this place, he had smashed him to pieces with a single hammer blow.

"Arrogant!"

Scott's voice remained icy, devoid of even the slightest trace of life.

"As a violator of the rules, if you wish to pass, you must accept punishment!"

"Defeat me, and you will earn the qualification to enter the City of Slaughter!"

"Not kill you?"

Qin Shiyuan asked blandly, without the slightest hint of tension in his voice.

Scott did not answer again. The long knight's lance in his hand slowly rose.

The black-armored warriors on either side of Qin Shiyuan slowly retreated, leaving behind an open space.

"Newcomer, remember this!"

"I am the Terror Knight—Scott!"

The warhorse suddenly accelerated, and Scott charged straight at Qin Shiyuan with a bleak, murderous aura.

A frigid air spread through the surroundings as a chilling killing intent came rushing head-on.

Yet compared with the vast, majestic killing intent of Qin Shiyuan or Chen Xin, the killing intent radiating from this Terror Knight was as faint as the glimmer of morning light.

"Nine Abyss Sword Box!"

Only when man and horse had charged to within ten meters of Qin Shiyuan did he finally move, unhurriedly.

With a soft shout, the ancient-looking Nine Abyss Sword Box crashed down from midair once more.

However, unlike before, the several gleaming Spirit Rings no longer accompanied the sword box.

This was one of the special rules of the City of Slaughter: here, all soul skills were ineffective.

Even Soul Masters could only use their most basic strength and the most basic form of their martial souls.

Qin Shiyuan had naturally known this long ago, but for him, this alone was already enough.

"Juque!"

From within the Nine Abyss Sword Box came an incomparably heavy sword cry.

That enormous sword, two palms wide, three fingers thick, and weighing several hundred jin, slowly hovered at his side.

His hand swiftly gripped the hilt, and in the next instant, Qin Shiyuan sharply twisted his body!

The heavy blade emitted waves of spine-chilling hums under the tremendous force.

This sword, swung at tremendous speed, met the charging man and horse head-on with utterly terrifying power!

"Boom!"

The warhorse let out a mournful cry, and its massive charging momentum came to an abrupt halt.

A four-meter-long heavy knight's lance shot into the air, flying far into the distance behind them.

Terror Knight Scott was no longer on horseback. Like his lance, his entire body was sent flying like a rag doll.

The warhorse, meanwhile, had come to a stop atop Qin Shiyuan's Juque Sword.

Its immense momentum ended there. Under the impact of that overwhelming force, the horse toppled onto its side and convulsed violently.

Every bone in its body had been shattered into powder.

Its neck, the only part that had escaped destruction, was completely broken in the collision between the two tremendous forces.

Such grievous injuries instantly silenced the warhorse that had been so imposing just moments ago.

Even a thick-skinned, sturdy beast had ended up like this. Terror Knight Scott, who had already been flung who knew how many meters away, was even more horrifying to behold.

Not a single part of his body remained intact. Every bone and organ within him had been shattered, leaving him with no possibility of survival.

As though he had merely done something trivial, Qin Shiyuan casually turned to look at the remaining hundred people and said flatly, "Now... may I enter?"

"Or are you all planning to come at me together?"