Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Looking at the Bloody Mary in the cup, Yang Ziyuan did not hesitate in the slightest and downed it in one gulp.

The next second, a thick, bloody stench spread throughout his mouth.

"Ugh!!"

Unable to hold it back, he covered his mouth and dry-heaved a few times.

But soon, he returned to normal.

This stuff is truly disgusting!

If it weren't for wanting to experience how much it could boost his soul power, he would never have touched this wretched thing!

However, he made an unexpected discovery regarding this. It seemed the poison contained in the Bloody Mary had no effect on him!

He didn't know if it was because of his second martial soul or the credit of his Black Hole Martial Soul.

In any case, it caused him no harm whatsoever.

It seems this trip to Slaughter City was worth it after all!

Although the Bloody Mary didn't provide much of an increase for him, the sheer quantity available was hard to ignore!

It was just that one thing was difficult for him to accept: the taste—it was truly beyond words!

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan looked at the waiter.

"Next, shouldn't you let me enter Slaughter City?"

-08-11 00:53:11 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

"?!!"

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

He didn't know how Yang Ziyuan knew that he was aware of the method to enter Slaughter City.

However, before the waiter could even open his mouth to speak, the crowd nearby began to mock him.

"Kid, you can't even handle a single cup of Bloody Mary and you want to enter Slaughter City? Go back 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!"

"A brat who hasn't even grown his hair out wants to enter Slaughter City? What do you take us for? Decorations? We haven't even gone in, and you think you're worthy?"

Facing the cold sarcasm and ridicule from the crowd, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help but frown.

Among this group, there wasn't even a single soul master; at best, they were just a bunch of desperate outlaws.

Originally, he hadn't intended to bicker with them.

After all, in his eyes, these people would definitely be turned into the raw materials for tomorrow's Bloody Mary by the waiter in front of him once the sun went down.

However, his repeated forbearance had only been met with their increasing arrogance and insults.

"Since you are all courting death, don't blame me!"

With a thought from Yang Ziyuan, the Black Hole Martial Soul slowly manifested behind him.

Accompanying the appearance of the Black Hole Martial Soul, soul rings successively circled around Yang Ziyuan—Purple, Purple, Purple, Black, Red, Red!

However, to Yang Ziyuan's surprise, upon seeing his soul rings, this group of people didn't show the slightest bit of fear. Instead, they looked at him with greed in their eyes.

"Brothers, this kid actually possesses a 100,000-year soul ring. Do you know what that means? It means he must also possess a 100,000-year soul bone! Kill him, and that soul bone will be ours!"

"That's right! If we fuse with a 100,000-year soul bone, who knows, maybe we could become high and mighty soul masters too!"

Watching the greedy expressions of the crowd, Yang Ziyuan's gaze turned cold.

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

In an instant, everyone let out miserable screams as they were swallowed up directly.

With that, the tavern returned to its usual calm.

"Now, can you let me in?"

Hearing this, the waiter braced himself and said, "No, that's against the rules!"

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

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

After the counter shattered, it revealed a gloomy and cold tunnel.

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan didn't hesitate in the slightest and jumped straight in.

After landing, he hadn't walked far along the passage before a squad of black-armored cavalry found him.

Scott held a long spear, sitting proudly and coldly atop his warhorse.

And behind him were rows of menacing black-armored cavalry.

"Bring it on!"

Yang Ziyuan smiled faintly.

"Hmph! Arrogant brat! Today, I will let you know the power of the Terror Knight!"

With a thunderous roar, Scott used the momentum of his warhorse to thrust the long spear in his hand toward Yang Ziyuan.

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan remained motionless, not even showing the slightest intention to dodge.

"Brat, pay the price you deserve!"

Seeing that the spear tip was about to pierce through Yang Ziyuan's chest, a cold sneer couldn't help but curl the corners of Scott's mouth.

However, to his surprise, just as the spear tip was a mere half-inch from Yang Ziyuan's chest, a hand suddenly grabbed the shaft of his spear.

"Not good! This brat is trouble!"

Scott shouted.

However, before he could take any action, Yang Ziyuan had already thrown him away with immense force.

With a muffled thud, Scott and his horse crashed heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough."

Spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, Scott struggled to stand up, his gaze toward Yang Ziyuan filled with apprehension.

He never imagined that Yang Ziyuan would be so formidable, taking him down in the blink of an eye.

A person like this was simply not someone he could afford to provoke.

Thinking of this, Scott respectfully handed a black plaque to Yang Ziyuan.

"This is your proof of entry into Slaughter City. At the city gate, someone will guide you and help you get familiar with Slaughter City."

After putting away the black token, Yang Ziyuan stepped forward and walked ahead.

Before long, he arrived at the city gate.

At the city gate stood two rows of neatly dressed Black Armor Guards.

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

After speaking, the Black Veil Woman walked ahead on her own to lead the way.

"Newcomers are protected for the first twelve hours after entering Slaughter City. During these twelve hours, you may ask me anything you don't understand. After twelve hours, you will be a full member of Slaughter City."

The Black Veil Woman explained everything about Slaughter City as she walked.

Hearing her words, Yang Ziyuan didn't say anything, as he had long known the rules here.

The journey was silent, and soon, the two of them arrived at a spacious area.

All around were many black stone houses.

Although the decorations inside the stone houses were simple, they were arranged quite exquisitely and looked very comfortable.

"Mr. 9427, you may choose an unoccupied stone house as your place of rest."

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan shook his head.

"The stone houses here don't suit me; you should just take me directly to the inner city!"

"The inner city?!! Mr. 9427, I advise you to adapt to the outer city for a period of time. The inner city is different from the outer city; it is a paradise for the strong. In the outer city, with the protection of the rules, a newcomer like you can still survive."

The Black Veil Woman frowned.

"The strong? Hah!"

Hearing this word, a smile couldn't help but curl the corners of Yang Ziyuan's mouth.

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

Therefore, 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 insistent, the Black Veil Woman could only comply with his wishes.

"Follow me!"