The Terrifying Knight

Tang San's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He retrieved the Blue Silver Emperor into his body, clenched his fist, and felt the still surging Soul Power within him.

The internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill is still there, but the Spirit Ring are restricted.

Fu Ze also put away the Heavenly Steel Soul-Breaking Halberd and looked at Fu Shiyan with a questioning look in his eyes.

Fu Shiyan remained calm and did not answer.

Dai Tianyu was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

He clenched his fists, loosened his muscles, and sneered, "So what if I can't use Spirit Skill? That makes fighting even more fun!"

His eyes were full of excitement, like a wild beast released from its cage.

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out!

The Black Armor Knight remained completely calm upon seeing this.

The long, slender lance slowly rose from behind the visor, and the voice remained cold and devoid of any emotion:

"They actually dare to launch an attack? Their courage is commendable."

He paused, then pointed his lance at Dai Tianyu and said:

"Defeat me, and you will gain entry into the Slaughter City."

Having said that, he raised the lance in his hand.

The hundred black-armored warriors on both sides slowly retreated, leaving a clearing.

"I am the Terror Knight — Scott."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warhorse suddenly accelerated!

The thunderous sound of hooves echoed as the heavy iron hooves pounded the ground, kicking up a cloud of gravel.

Scott sat upright on his horse, his lance held horizontally, the tip pointing directly at Dai Tianyu's chest.

A chilling aura filled the air, and a chilling killing intent surged from his body, rushing towards you!

Seeing this, Dai Tianyu not only did not back down, but became even more excited.

His lips curled into a ferocious grin, and the fighting spirit in his eyes almost burst forth.

"Good timing!"

After saying that, instead of backing down, he brandished his fist and charged straight at him!

One man and one horse, a head-on collision!

Fu Shiyan and the others stood still, watching this scene unfold, without making any move to intervene.

Tang San clenched his fist, watching Dai Tianyu's retreating figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Fu Ze stood beside Fu Shiyan, his expression calm, but his eyes were fixed on Dai Tianyu's figure, ready to make a move at any moment.

Fu Shiyan remained calm, her hands clasped behind her back, her long, silvery-white hair swaying gently in the wind.

"Boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The warhorse let out a mournful whinny, and its tremendous momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The four-meter-long lance was blasted away by a tremendous force, spinning in the air before flying far away and landing on the ground dozens of meters away with a dull thud.

Scott was no longer on horseback.

Like his lance, he was thrown into the air and crashed heavily onto the ground several meters away, his armor slamming against the ground with a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The warhorse also overturned sideways under the immense force, its hooves twitching violently.

Its neck had been completely broken in the collision of the two powerful forces, twisted at an eerie angle, black blood gushing from its mouth, and it soon went lifeless.

With the power boost granted by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul, coupled with Dai Tianyu's own combat skills, neither he nor his horse could stand against him.

Dai Tianyu stood still, his fists still in the extended stance.

His fists were stained with black blood—the blood of warhorses, and also Scott's.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he panted heavily, his eyes brimming with excitement.

In the distance, Scott slowly got up from the ground.

His armor had been largely shattered, especially on his right hand where he gripped the lance; the armor had completely crumbled and scattered, and the armor on his entire right arm was in the same state.

At the same time, the muscles and bones of his right arm also ruptured.

His right arm hung down at an odd angle, clearly completely useless.

Dai Tianyu frowned, seemingly surprised that his opponent was still breathing after such an attack.

He shook his head, stepped forward, and prepared to deliver the final blow.

"Stop... stop!"

Scott's voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a hint of bravado masking underlying weakness.

He staggered back a few steps, raising his left hand as if to stop Dai Tianyu from getting any closer.

Upon hearing this, Dai Tianyu continued walking, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Scott's helmet had fallen off in the collision, revealing a ferocious middle-aged face.

The face, which was originally full of fierce, muscular features, was now contorted in pain, and its eyes were filled with terror.

A hint of fear had crept into his eyes as he looked at Dai Tianyu.

Clearly, he couldn't figure out why this young man's strength was so terrifying.

Without any Spirit Skill or Spirit Ring, he was beaten to this state with his bare hands in one blow.

Just as Dai Tianyu raised his fist, intending to end his life, Scott could no longer hold back and shouted hoarsely:

"You have passed my test! You are qualified to enter the Slaughter City!"

After saying that, he hurriedly took out a black plaque from his pocket and handed it to Dai Tianyu with trembling hands.

Upon seeing this, Dai Tianyu stopped what he was doing and casually took the sign.

The sign is black, metallic, and has a cool touch.

It has a Skeleton carved on it, and below it is a number—8357.

"This is your proof of Slaughter City. Please enter the city; someone will guide you at the city gate."

Scott's voice was still trembling, filled with the gasps of someone who had survived a close call.

Dai Tianyu weighed the sign in his hand, raised an eyebrow at Scott, and spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Isn't this the Slaughter City? This trial only requires one fight? As long as you're alive, does the trial count as over?"

As he spoke, he still tried to go forward, unwilling to give up.

Seeing this, Scott hurriedly waved his hand. "No need, no need! You've already passed the test!"

Dai Tianyu pursed his lips, somewhat reluctantly withdrawing his fist, then turned to look at Fu Shiyan and the others, and called out:

"Master, let's go in!"

Just then, Scott spoke up again:

"Etc!"

Dai Tianyu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Scott pointed at Fu Shiyan and the others, his voice still trembling, but now with a stiff, businesslike tone:

"You've passed, but they haven't!"

"Damn it! This is never going to end!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Tianyu's face instantly darkened, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned around with lightning speed and delivered a whip kick straight at Scott's head!

"Bang--!!!"

Scott coughed up blood, his cheeks caved in, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground several meters away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

His face was covered in blood, his breath was weak, and he was on the verge of death.

Dai Tianyu, however, seemed not to have calmed down yet. He stood still, gathering his strength, intending to continue forward and finish him off.

Scott lay prone in a pool of blood, struggling to pull three more black tokens from his pocket. He hurriedly handed them over, his voice urgent and trembling, choked with sobs:

"No need! No need!!!"

Three tokens flew over, which Dai Tianyu caught casually. He then turned to look at Fu Ze and Tang San.

Fu Ze stepped forward and took his token from Tang San's hand; Tang San also took one.

Each of their tokens had a string of numbers written on it.

Fu Shiyan's number is 8358, Tang San's is 8359, and Fu Ze's is 8360.

After receiving the tokens, the group ignored Scott, who was crawling backward in terror, and headed towards the city gate together.

Fu Shiyan walked at the front, her long, silvery-white hair gleaming faintly in the purple moonlight.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the hem of his dark robe fluttered gently in the wind.

Tang San followed behind him, glanced down at the token in his hand, and quickly put it away.

Dai Tianyu walked beside Tang San, holding the black token in his hand, a displeased grin on his face.

"He really needs to be taught a lesson!"