Slaughter City.
This black city, shrouded in blood and slaughter, lay silently sprawled across the wasteland of the Far North.
Its walls stood hundreds of zhang tall, built entirely from massive black stones. Their surfaces were covered in marks from blades and axes, exuding a rough and ferocious aura.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and faint sounds of fighting and screams drifted from within the city.
Liu Bai's figure appeared out of thin air above Slaughter City.
He looked down at the city of sin below, a trace of coldness flashing through his eyes.
With his current strength, entering a place like this was as easy as turning over his hand.
The Asura God's divine power barrier was practically useless before him.
After all, he was a god as well.
He closed his eyes, and his divine sense instantly spread outward, enveloping the entire Slaughter City.
One aura after another emerged within his perception: residents of Slaughter City, killers currently locked in battle, and powerful figures hiding in the shadows.
This truly deserved to be called Slaughter City. The killing intent on these powerful people was extremely dense; nearly every one of them would be hunted down as an evil Soul Master outside. The Asura God had not done absolutely nothing worthwhile—at the very least, this inheritance ground of his had imprisoned countless evil Soul Masters.
Very quickly, he found that familiar aura.
Tang San.
Deep within Slaughter City, he was fighting someone atop a blood-soaked arena.
The corner of Liu Bai's lips lifted slightly as he raised a hand and closed it in a grasp.
The next instant, a black-robed figure deep within Slaughter City vanished into thin air and appeared before Liu Bai in an instant.
Tang San was covered in blood, still gripping