Douluo: Black Hole Martial Soul, Inheriting God of Destruction's Legacy at the Start - Section 47

Looking at the Bloody Mary in his cup, Yang Ziyuan drank it down without a moment's hesitation.

The next second, a strong stench of blood spread through his mouth.

"Urgh!!"

Unable to bear it, he covered his mouth and retched several times.

But he soon recovered.

This stuff was disgusting!

If he hadn't wanted to experience how much it could increase his Soul Power, he never would have drunk this vile thing!

Still, he made an unexpected discovery: the poison in the Bloody Mary seemed to have no effect on him!

He wondered whether that was because of his Second Martial Soul or the Black Hole Martial Soul.

In any case, it couldn't harm him at all.

It seemed this trip to Slaughter City had been worth it!

Although the Bloody Mary didn't do much for him, there was no shortage of it!

There was just one thing he couldn't stomach: the taste was simply indescribable!

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan looked at the waiter.

"Now, shouldn't you let me into Slaughter City?"

The waiter stared at him in shock.

Hearing Yang Ziyuan's question, the waiter showed a rare trace of surprise.

He didn't know how Yang Ziyuan knew that he knew how to enter Slaughter City.

But before the waiter could reply, the people nearby began jeering.

"Kid, you can't even handle a cup of Bloody Mary, and you want to enter Slaughter City? Go home and drink your milk!"

"Kid, while I'm in a good mood, get lost! Otherwise, you'll be the next cup of Bloody Mary!"

"You haven't even grown hair down there, and you think you can enter Slaughter City? What do you take us for, decorations? We haven't even gone in, so what makes you think you're good enough?"

Faced with their taunts, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help frowning.

There wasn't a single Soul Master among them. At best, they were a bunch of desperate outlaws.

He hadn't planned to bother with them.

After all, in his eyes, once the sun set, the waiter standing before him would turn them into ingredients for tomorrow's Bloody Mary.

But he had repeatedly held back, and all he got in return was even more abuse and humiliation.

"Since you're asking for death, don't blame me!"

With a thought, the Black Hole Martial Soul slowly appeared behind him.

As it appeared, Soul Rings began circling around Yang Ziyuan—purple, purple, purple, black, red, red!

To his surprise, the people didn't show the slightest fear when they saw his Soul Rings. Instead, they stared at him greedily.

"Brothers, that kid has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! What does that mean? It means he must have a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone too! Kill him, and the Soul Bone will be ours!"

"Exactly! If we fuse with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, maybe we can become high-and-mighty Soul Masters too!"

Yang Ziyuan's gaze turned cold at the sight of their greedy faces.

The next second, the Black Hole Martial Soul suddenly unleashed a powerful suction force.

The people cried out in unison and were swallowed up in an instant.

The tavern returned to its usual quiet.

"Now, can you let me in?"

The waiter steeled himself and replied, "No. That's against the rules!"

"Rules? Rules are meant to be broken! If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ziyuan smashed the bar counter with one palm.

When it broke apart, it revealed a gloomy, freezing passage underground.

Without hesitation, Yang Ziyuan jumped in.

After landing, he hadn't gone far along the passage before a squad of black-armored cavalry came to meet him.

Scott sat proudly on his warhorse, holding a spear.

Behind him stood rows of imposing black-armored cavalry.

"Bring it on!"

Yang Ziyuan smiled faintly.

"Hmph! You arrogant brat! Today, I'll show you just how fearsome the Terror Knight is!"

With a loud shout, Scott urged his horse forward and thrust his spear at Yang Ziyuan.

Yang Ziyuan remained perfectly still, without even the slightest intention of dodging.

"Pay the price you deserve, brat!"

As the spear was about to pierce Yang Ziyuan's chest, a cold smile tugged at Scott's lips.

But to his astonishment, when the spearhead was barely half an inch from Yang Ziyuan's chest, a hand suddenly caught the shaft.

"Something's wrong with this kid!"

Scott shouted.

But before he could do anything, Yang Ziyuan had already hurled him away.

With a dull thud, Scott and his horse slammed into the ground.

"Cough, cough."

After spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, Scott struggled to his feet. His gaze was full of wariness as he looked at Yang Ziyuan.

He never would have thought Yang Ziyuan could be so powerful, knocking him down in the blink of an eye.

Someone like this was far beyond his ability to provoke.

Thinking this, Scott respectfully handed Yang Ziyuan a black token.

"This is your proof of entry to Slaughter City. Someone at the city gate will meet you and help you get acquainted with the place."

After putting away the black token, Yang Ziyuan walked on.

Before long, he reached the city gate.

Two rows of neatly dressed Black Armor Guards stood at the entrance.

Just then, a Black Veil Woman stepped out from among them.

After speaking, the Black Veil Woman took the lead and walked off to show him the way.

"Newcomers are protected for the first twelve hours after entering Slaughter City. During that time, you can ask me anything you don't understand. Once the twelve hours are up, you'll be one of Slaughter City's residents."

As she walked, the Black Veil Woman explained everything about Slaughter City.

Yang Ziyuan said nothing. He already knew the rules here.

They walked in silence, and soon the two of them arrived at a spacious area.

A number of black stone houses stood around them.

The houses were simply furnished, yet arranged with great care and seemed quite comfortable.

"Mr. Nine-Four-Two-Seven, you can choose any unoccupied stone house as your place to rest."

Yang Ziyuan shook his head.

"These stone houses aren't suitable for me. Just take me straight to the inner city!"

"The inner city?! Mr. Nine-Four-Two-Seven, I advise you to spend some time getting used to the outer city first. The inner city is different from the outer city. It's a paradise for the strong. Here in the outer city, the rules protect newcomers like you, so you still have a chance of surviving."

The Black Veil Woman frowned.

"The strong? Heh!"

At the words, a smile tugged at Yang Ziyuan's lips.

In Slaughter City, there was only one person he feared.

So he had never considered the Evil Soul Masters here a threat.

In his eyes, they were all nourishment for awakening his Second Martial Soul!

Seeing that Yang Ziyuan was determined, the Black Veil Woman had no choice but to go along with him.

"Follow me!"