Courting Death

Early the next morning, escorted by two Title Douluo, Qian Renhan headed north. As the prison of the entire continent, the City of Slaughter lay in an extremely remote location in the north of the continent, between the Extreme North Land and Spirit City.

The Papal Palace's Palace Guard Douluo were currently Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo—the two beside Qian Renhan. Jade Flute Douluo had been hammered to death by Tang Hao, while Diamond Douluo had been crippled, so they could only be replaced.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were not especially strong in combat for their rank. Chrysanthemum Douluo's Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul possessed powerful perception, while Ghost Douluo's Ghost Martial Soul was immune to physical attacks and highly capable of assassination. The two also had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Polar Static Domain, which could immobilize four level-95 Title Douluo at once without any problem.

There was naturally a reason behind the choice of Palace Guard Douluo. They were not simply two Title Douluo picked at random from the Elder Hall and assigned the post.

Along the way, Chrysanthemum Douluo constantly explained the horrors of the City of Slaughter and the matters that required attention.

"Eldest Young Master, the City of Slaughter is a place where people truly devour one another. Its danger far surpasses that of the soul master world. It is known as paradise for sinners. You can do anything there, and no one will stop you. Every evil of human nature is laid bare there."

"Nearly everyone who enters is a vicious criminal from the soul master world, with no idea how many lives on their hands. No one is worthy of trust. Only by killing can one gain a foothold."

Qian Renhan said indifferently, "I understand, Chrysanthemum Elder. I've already read the introduction to the City of Slaughter."

"Eldest Young Master." Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated. Light flashed from his Soul Tool, and a bone like a sapphire, radiating brilliant blue light, appeared in his hand. Greed showed in his eyes.

"This is the Mental Head Wisdom Spirit Bone that His Holiness the Pope ordered this subordinate to give you. He said it was best to prepare for any eventuality. This spirit bone will certainly be of help to you."

The Old Man is really making a fuss. I already said I didn't need this. Qian Renhan sighed inwardly, but still accepted the Head Soul Bone.

A week later, the three arrived at a small town. The sign at its entrance bore four large words: Slaughter Town.

What differed from towns inhabited by ordinary people was that the ground here was actually black, utterly devoid of life. Dead vegetation filled the town, and the environment was so harsh that even Blue Silver Grass could not grow.

The sky above the town was also shrouded in heavy black clouds. The clouds blocked out the sunlight, yet seemed to contain no moisture at all. In other words, it never rained.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were already frequent visitors to Slaughter Town. After all, they often sent the vicious soul masters captured by Spirit Hall here. The two brought Qian Renhan to a tavern in the center of town.

The tavern workers all recognized Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo and hurried to notify the owner. Before long, a tall, thin middle-aged man with pale skin and the look of someone who had indulged himself excessively approached them.

The middle-aged man smiled and clasped his hands. "Ghost Elder, Chrysanthemum Elder, what brings you here this time?"

"Jacks, open the gate to the City of Slaughter. Spirit Hall has captured an exceptionally vicious super criminal this time, with no idea how many lives on his hands. His Holiness the Pope ordered us to bring him here immediately."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was naturally lying. If they followed the normal procedure, Qian Renhan would have to drink a cup of Yellow Spring Road. They knew perfectly well what Yellow Spring Road was—specially treated human blood. How could the Eldest Young Master possibly drink something like that?

Jacks's gaze passed over Chrysanthemum Douluo and landed on Qian Renhan behind him. White-haired, pale-skinned, and blood-eyed, Qian Renhan looked thin and frail. Jacks muttered in surprise inwardly, Is this guy, skinny as a matchstick, really a vicious desperado? Why do I feel like Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo are deceiving me?

However, considering the relationship between the City of Slaughter and Spirit Hall, there was no need to investigate too deeply. Jacks pressed a mechanism, and the ground trembled slightly as an enormous hole appeared. A cold, gloomy wind blew up from beneath it.

The desperadoes seated in the tavern saw the entrance, their eyes burning with desire. They wished they could leap in at once.

Qian Renhan did not hesitate. He sprang down and jumped directly into the darkness beneath the ground. His body was instantly swallowed by blackness, vanishing into it. Then the ground trembled once more, and the entrance closed.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo both murmured inwardly, We can only hope the Young Master will be able to make it out.

This was a long passageway that sloped downward. Cold, gloomy air constantly brushed against Qian Renhan's body, but not only did he feel no chill, the cold wind even made him feel somewhat comfortable.

After advancing roughly a thousand steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions. "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter. Here, you may obtain everything you desire. The price is your lives."

Hearing this, Qian Renhan paused briefly before continuing onward. Passing through an open gate, he found one hundred and one knights in black armor and carrying heavy swords before him. Beside each knight stood a Warhorse, though it was unknown what breed they were.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is your identification." A knight's deep voice rang out as he tossed over a black token.

Qian Renhan caught it. A Skull Token was engraved upon it, with a number beneath it. The number was quite interesting: 948—just go die.

"This is your proof of identity in the City of Slaughter. Enter the city. Someone will receive you at the gate."

The pitch-black city gate gave off an immensely oppressive feeling. Above the enormous gate hung four large words: City of Slaughter.

Before it stood two rows of Black Armored Warriors in silence. Before Qian Renhan could show his Identity Plate, a woman wearing a black veil over her face had already walked out from within.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter." The woman's voice was pleasant. Reaching Qian Renhan, she stepped aside and made a gesture inviting him in.

The moment Qian Renhan stepped into the City of Slaughter, his formerly indifferent expression became incomparably excited. The Eight-Winged Fallen Angel rose automatically behind him, three pairs of wings appearing at his back. He spread his arms, his face full of enjoyment. This killing intent, this savagery, this evil—this place, the City of Slaughter, was his true home!

PS: The third update is here. The protagonist is about to begin a massive slaughter and tear through the entire City of Slaughter.