Hundreds of heavy swordsmen had fallen, ninety percent of them dead. Only a scattered few survivors remained, terrified into collapsing to the ground, while that knight still stood frozen in place.
Shen Lian walked toward the knight through the bloodstains. Blood dripped from the Dragon-Slaying Blade, splashing into tiny crimson blossoms on the ground.
"Y-you... how can you use Soul Power?"
The knight's voice trembled beyond recognition. His helmet fell to the ground, revealing a face as pale as paper.
He had guarded this entrance for decades, yet he had never seen anyone break the Capital of Slaughter's rule forbidding Soul Power.
Shen Lian could not be bothered to explain. The God King of Destruction stood on the same level as the God King of Asura. In his eyes, this little sealing power was no different from paper.
The Dragon-Slaying Blade swept lightly, and a blade gleam flashed past. The knight's final question froze in his throat. As his head rolled away, his eyes still held utter terror and confusion.
Shen Lian kicked aside the corpse blocking his way and looked toward the door at the end of the stone chamber, which emanated an ominous red glow.
Denser roars could vaguely be heard beyond the door—the true clamor of the Capital of Slaughter.
Shen Lian flicked the blood from his blade and strode forward.
"The Asura God's Inheritance Land... I'm here."
Dark golden Soul Power stirred a bloody wind behind him, swallowing even the last trace of light at the end of the passage.
As he pushed open that door glowing with ominous red light, an overpowering stench of blood rushed toward him, so thick it seemed nearly solid in the air.
Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and surveyed the Capital of Slaughter before him.
Rather than a city, this