It was a lawless no-man's-land, shrouded in dark clouds year-round. The air was forever thick with an inescapable stench of blood and decay.
This was the most chaotic place beyond the law on the continent, and also the only entrance to Slaughter City.
A black carriage rolled over the muddy road before finally stopping in front of the most dilapidated tavern in the center of town. The tavern's sign had long since rotted away, leaving only half a black wooden plaque creaking in the wind. Even its doors and windows had been stuffed shut with rags. Only the dim light seeping through the crack in the door proved that it was still open for business.
Tang Xiao was the first to lift the carriage curtain. Looking at the sinister tavern before him, he frowned deeply. The pressure of a Title Douluo unconsciously spread from his body, sending the nearby loafers and thugs scattering like birds and beasts.
"Xiao San, this is the entrance to Slaughter City." Tang Xiao turned to Tang San as he stepped down from the carriage, unable to conceal the concern in his voice. "Once you step inside, there's no turning back. There are no rules there, no laws—only killing and being killed. Have you really made up your mind?"
Tang San swept his gaze over the run-down tavern. There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes, only an unfathomably deep, frigid stillness.
His half-year of training in the Clear Sky Sect had not only steadily raised his Soul Power to level fifty-eight, but had also completely worn away his outward gentleness, leaving behind only the ruthlessness carved into his bones.
Xiao Wu's Sacrifice, Li Pu's relentless pressure, and the ridicule of the entire continent had long since crushed that refined and gentle Tang San to