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

After a short while, the black-veiled woman brought him to the inner city.

Compared to the outer city, this place was significantly more prosperous.

"Mr. 9427, you had best not stray more than five meters from my side. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your safety."

"Let's go. Once you help me pick a room and take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena, your task will be considered complete!"

"The Hell Slaughter Arena? How do you know about this place?"

Seeing Yang Ziyuan speak the name of the slaughter arena so easily, a wave of intense doubt surged in the black-veiled woman's heart.

One had to know that everything regarding Slaughter City was completely unknown to the outside world.

In the outside world, only those two Slaughter Gods knew of it.

A newcomer, yet so knowledgeable about Slaughter City.

Could it be that this person was a descendant of one of the Slaughter Gods?

-08-19 03:22:54 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

"You don't need to know!"

Seeing that Yang Ziyuan did not want to say more, the black-veiled woman stopped pestering him about the issue.

A moment later, the black-veiled woman brought Yang Ziyuan to a luxurious hotel.

"Open a single room for him!"

"My Lady Envoy, there are no single rooms left."

Hearing the counter clerk's reply, the black-veiled woman's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Then open a double room."

"Yes, My Lady Envoy!"

Immediately, the attendant led the two of them toward the rooms.

However, while passing by a single room, Yang Ziyuan spotted an acquaintance.

"Wait a moment!"

Hearing his voice, the black-veiled woman stopped and turned her head, asking in confusion, "What is it? Is something the matter?"

"I want this room!"

Looking at the room Yang Ziyuan was pointing to, the black-veiled woman said helplessly, "Mr. 9427, it's not like you didn't see it; that room is already occupied."

"Occupied? I don't think so!"

With that, Yang Ziyuan walked toward the room with a wicked grin on his face.

Seeing this, the black-veiled woman silently calculated in her heart.

Very well, she could use this opportunity to see his background clearly.

As long as the other party revealed his Spirit during the fight, she would be able to determine which Slaughter God he came from.

At the same time, inside that room, a middle-aged man was getting intimate with a woman.

Yang Ziyuan's sudden intrusion made him feel very displeased, and he immediately prepared to start cursing.

However, upon seeing the intruder's face, the man's mouth instantly fell open, and he exclaimed, "How is it you?!!"

How could someone from Spirit Hall be in Slaughter City?

Could it be that he was sent by Spirit Hall to capture him?

But wouldn't that be using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

"Uncle, we really are fated to meet!"

The middle-aged man before him was none other than the Black-Robed Boss who had escaped back then.

If he hadn't been unable to spare a hand at the time, he wouldn't have let the other party get away.

However, what Yang Ziyuan hadn't expected was that fate was such a strange thing; after going in circles, he had encountered the man again.

"Kid, this isn't the outside world. Here, I'm not afraid of you!"

At this moment, the Black-Robed Boss suddenly remembered that Spirit Skills could not be used in Slaughter City.

In other words, the other party's hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring was just for show!

Moreover, the other party's guardian was not present, so it wasn't certain that he couldn't kill him.

Thinking of this, the Black-Robed Boss's confidence suddenly soared.

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense and directly summoned his Black Hole.

"Kid, stunned, aren't you? Here, Spirit Skills cannot be used! Hahaha!!!"

The Black-Robed Boss laughed arrogantly, as if victory were already in his grasp.

However, the next second, his laughter froze.

He saw the Black Hole suddenly erupt with a powerful suction force, beginning to devour everything in its surroundings!

At this moment, the woman beside him could no longer resist the suction force and was pulled directly into the black hole.

"Ah!!!"

Following a shrill scream, the woman's figure vanished into the black hole.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the Black-Robed Boss constricted sharply, revealing a look of horror.

"What kind of hellish thing is this?"

Although the suction of the black hole was immense, as a high-level Soul Saint, he had his soul power to support him, so he was not easily pulled in.

However, this also made it difficult for him to move.

Because the moment he tried to move, that suction force would drag him toward the black hole.

With the previous example before his eyes, he certainly did not want to be sucked into the black hole.

Now, he could only wait for Yang Ziyuan to take the initiative. As long as he could catch a single opening, he might be able to turn the tables!

Seeing that the Black-Robed Boss was restricted in his movements, Yang Ziyuan was in no rush to strike.

In any case, he had plenty of time now and did not need to waste his stamina.

"Hey, brat, hurry up and make your move!"

Seeing Yang Ziyuan make no move, the face of the Black-Robed Boss turned a shade of livid.

Hearing this, the Black-Robed Boss gritted his teeth in anger.

This bastard was deliberately draining his soul power. Once his soul power was exhausted, he wouldn't even need this guy to strike; the starving ghosts outside would tear him apart and devour him alive!

"Brat, if you're scared, then get lost quickly. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you."

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan shrugged and said, "But, I've taken a liking to your room!"

"A room? You should have said so earlier! If you had said so earlier, wouldn't I have just given it to you?"

Hearing that the other party had attacked him only because of a room, the Black-Robed Boss was instantly filled with rage.

What was a room compared to his own life?

To him, what did it matter where he slept?

As long as he could save his own skin, he didn't care about any room!

Seeing the other party's cowardly and craven appearance, Yang Ziyuan's heart was filled with disdain.

"I will take the room myself, but I want your life as well! Because I don't want someone like a venomous snake staring at me at all times!"

As soon as his voice fell, Yang Ziyuan instantly activated Warp, appearing behind his opponent.

Before the other party could react, he delivered a whip kick that slammed fiercely into him.

"Ah!!! Kid, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

In the blink of an eye, the Black-Robed Boss was kicked into the black hole and vanished instantly.

"Alright, the unrelated personnel have been cleared out, come in and clean up!"

Looking at the chaotic scene inside the room, Yang Ziyuan shook his head and gave instructions to the waiter nearby.

Upon hearing this, the waiter hurried over and began to clean up.

Meanwhile, the woman in the black veil standing to the side could not recover from her shock for a long time.

She had never seen such a bizarre martial soul, one that could actually suck people in and devour them completely!

However, she could now confidently conclude that Yang Ziyuan was definitely not a descendant of those two Gods of Slaughter!

Because she still remembered the martial souls of those two vividly to this day.

Perhaps, the other party was a disciple of one of those Gods of Slaughter?

After all, in the outside world, didn't those powerhouses love to take on disciples?