Under Su Yuntao's persuasion, Yang Wudi instantly let go of his misgivings. After changing into Spirit Hall uniforms, the two walked into a tavern in the center of the town.
The air inside the tavern was terribly foul. Su Yuntao noticed that all the decorations were uniformly black. Although the sky outside was clear and bright, the moment they stepped inside, a dark, chilling feeling washed over them.
Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi found a seat in the corner. A server dressed in black, with an impassive expression, came over.
"What can I get you two?"
Yang Wudi slapped down several Gold Soul Coins. "Two Bloody Marys, and a few side dishes."
The server took the coins and asked with interest, "Are you sure?"
Yang Wudi said scornfully, "I don't like wasting words."
Before long, two cups of murky liquid were brought over. They were dark red and gave off a strong, fishy stench, as pungent as fresh blood.
Su Yuntao knew that Bloody Mary was just human blood. Rather than make himself sick, he took a jar of strong liquor and some jerky out of his Storage Soul Tool.
Before coming to Slaughter City, he had prepared plenty of clean food and drink. Water couldn't be kept for long, so he had brought strong liquor instead. Prepared meals wouldn't keep either, so he had replaced them with jerky and cured meat.
"Little Monster, aren't you going to drink?"
Su Yuntao shook his head. "I don't want to make myself sick."
"What kind of greenhorn is this? Get back home!"
"You can't even stomach one Bloody Mary, and you dare come here? Ha ha! Go home and suckle at your mother's breast!"
All sorts of filthy insults reached Su Yuntao's ears, but he seemed completely unaffected. In his eyes, these vicious scum weren't even worthy of entering Slaughter City, let alone of being taken seriously.
"Old Yang, let's eat our food. Ignore that trash."
The moment he said this, the outlaws in the tavern flew into a rage. A burly man instantly drew a cleaver and swung it at Su Yuntao's back with all his might.
Su Yuntao remained calm and unruffled. He picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table and flicked them lightly. As the burly man stared in horror, the chopsticks pierced his throat, carrying a spray of filthy blood as they plunged into the tavern wall.
Su Yuntao picked up his cup and drained it in one go. His stomach was churning, but through sheer force of will, he kept himself composed. Killing someone for the first time, even without any moral qualms, was still hard to accept calmly.
Seeing this, Yang Wudi ate and drank in silence. He could tell Su Yuntao was undergoing a kind of baptism within himself.
At that moment, besides Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi, there were eighteen people in the tavern, including the server.
Watching Su Yuntao sit there unruffled, his back to them, the outlaws felt something besides fear.
"Kill him!" These outlaws were all ruthless. In their own eyes, they had already insulted Su Yuntao and had no way out. Their only chance of survival was to seize the moment and finish him off.
Su Yuntao looked at the seventeen men drawing all manner of weapons and frowned slightly.
Then yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black Soul Rings lit up.
With a tremendous wolf howl, not one of the seventeen thugs escaped. They all died at Su Yuntao's hands, their faces frozen in terror.
In the blink of an eye, Su Yuntao had killed eighteen people. His eyes were faintly bloodshot, but a moment later, he turned his thoughts around and, with his powerful ability to regulate his emotions, returned to normal at once.
Su Yuntao devoured the food on the table with a certain greed. The killing hadn't cost him much energy, but it had stirred him deeply inside. Now he was eating a great deal, partly to replenish his energy and partly to settle his feelings faster.
The server in the tavern wasn't thrown into a panic by the deaths. She was as calm as Su Yuntao, as if she had seen scenes like this, with corpses strewn across the floor, countless times before.
A long while later, Su Yuntao finished the last piece of dried meat on the table and drank the final drop of strong liquor from the jar.
"Show us the way!"
The server smiled. "You think killing a few people means you can enter Slaughter City? You don't even dare drink one Bloody Mary. You'll probably wet your pants once you get inside. Ha ha!"
Su Yuntao smiled faintly, then sprang to his feet and grabbed the server by the throat.
The server struggled desperately, but how could she possibly be a match for Su Yuntao? As time passed, her face turned purplish blue, and her struggling grew weaker and weaker.
"You should be glad I've never liked killing innocents! And I'm even less willing to lay a hand on a woman!"
Su Yuntao flung the foul-mouthed server to the ground.
"Cough, cough!" The server clutched her throat and struggled to keep her voice low.
She looked at Su Yuntao as if he were a demon. At his hands, she had experienced the taste of death firsthand.
"Kill, kill, kill..." The server coughed frantically as she tried with every fiber of her being to tell him where the entrance to Slaughter City was.
In truth, she was no longer needed. With his spiritual power fully unleashed, Su Yuntao had already sensed that something was off about the tavern counter.
He walked up to it and tapped it lightly. Under the server's horrified gaze, a crack instantly appeared at the top of the counter and ran downward. Then it split apart, revealing the entrance hidden underneath.
Su Yuntao looked back at Yang Wudi, then leaped into the pitch-black entrance. Yang Wudi stayed in the tavern with the Soul Breaking Spear in hand, guarding Su Yuntao's rear. Only after receiving a clear reply from Su Yuntao did he leap into the entrance to Slaughter City.
When Yang Wudi's familiar figure came into view again, Su Yuntao was standing in the middle of a vast open space, with several corpses in armor lying at his feet.
"Old Yang, let's go!" Su Yuntao smiled faintly and strode forward.
"Alas! Once we go in, we can only get out by crossing Hell Road!" Yang Wudi sighed as he followed Su Yuntao.
"Welcome to Slaughter City!" A young woman wearing a black veil spoke coolly before its gates. On either side of her stood two rows of Death Knights in black armor.
Su Yuntao nodded. Without continuing the conversation with the Black-Veiled Woman, he strode forward.
"You two! Where are your identity tokens?"
Su Yuntao asked, "What identity tokens?"
"At the entrance to Slaughter City, a group of knights gives newcomers their identity tokens."
Su Yuntao's expression turned strange. He pointed toward the corpses in the distance. "Are those the knights you're talking about?"
The Black-Veiled Woman looked where Su Yuntao pointed and saw a group of knights lying in a neat row on the ground.
"Outrageous!" The Death Knights around them flew into a rage and surrounded Yang Wudi and Su Yuntao.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Yang Wudi's mouth. The pressure of an eightieth-level Soul Douluo burst forth, forcing these so-called knights to their knees one by one.
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