"Cut the crap! Open the entrance, now!"
Zhao Xiaotian's icy voice reached the middle-aged man's ears, and the man's body suddenly shuddered at the chilling tone.
The middle-aged man walked over to a cellar door, crouched down, and recited a mysterious incantation. Once he finished, the cellar door opened, revealing a blood-red mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Zhao Xiaotian did not enter, because he saw the middle-aged man's sinister smile. The moment he saw it, Zhao Xiaotian showed no hesitation and thrust out his sword.
The Eight Spider Divine Sword pierced through the middle-aged man's chest. The sword's eight spider eyes began devouring his blood essence and Spiritual Power. Zhao Xiaotian did not smile. After draining the man dry, he leaped into the cellar.
As soon as he entered, the cellar door automatically shut. The corpses outside also turned to ash, as though nothing had happened. After the ashes scattered in the wind, a man identical to the middle-aged man who had just died emerged and resumed the role of attendant.
Zhao Xiaotian walked slowly outside the City of Slaughter. Mountains of skulls and corpses kept flashing past around him, testing the limits of everyone's mental endurance along the way.
Clearly, Zhao Xiaotian had withstood these tests completely. After the images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood passed, one girl after another whom Zhao Xiaotian had encountered since arriving on Douluo Continent appeared, and—
Each of them displayed her figure, trying to seduce Zhao Xiaotian. This was another trial, known as desire.
This trial was the easiest one to fall into and also the easiest one to fail. Yet Zhao Xiaotian kept his Fiery Golden Eyes open the entire time and arrived unimpeded more than ten miles outside the gates of the City of Slaughter.
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