The Fallen of the Break Clan Enter the Capital of Slaughter

"A Soul Master with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and a Spirit Emperor? How is that possible?"

The sinister man in black hesitated for only a split second before his spear thrust regained its resolve, driving straight toward Bibi Dong.

In his eyes, as long as he could stall Bibi Dong for a moment, he would have a chance to escape.

Although the other person, Ling Feng, also possessed a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, he posed far less of a threat.

Bibi Dong's fourth spirit ring flashed, and spider armor covered her entire body, bolstering her defense.

Immediately following, she spat out several strands of spider web and silk to obstruct the man's spear momentum.

As the man in black faltered under the barrage of spirit skills, the fifth spirit ring at Bibi Dong's feet lit up.

A cage constructed of spider lances formed instantly, surrounding the man.

The moment the spider lance cage appeared, it began to constrict and shred toward the man in black.

Had he been touched by those razor-sharp serrations, the man would surely have been reduced to minced meat in an instant.

The sinister man's expression turned ghastly; he had not expected a Spirit Emperor to be so troublesome, forcing him into a dead end the moment she struck.

"You forced my hand!"

The first three spirit rings at the man's feet lit up, amplifying his martial soul.

"Vibrate, Penetrate, Explode—stack them for me!" the man in black roared.

In an instant, the spirit power runes on his martial soul began to circulate even faster.

"That is the cultivation heritage of the Break Clan. You really are from the Yang Family of Longxing City!" Ling Feng remarked.

The man in black had only gone astray with his final two spirit skills; his earlier techniques still followed the cultivation habits of the Yang Family.

The man in black did not respond. His long spear collided with Bibi Dong's spider lances, and with a vibration and a blast, he shattered one of the lances.

Even so, he could not break free.

Yet, the man in black seemed to have no intention of escaping. He shifted the direction of his spear and thrust it toward Ling Feng.

He was gambling—gambling that Bibi Dong would move to save Ling Feng, which would give him a chance to escape or even launch a counter-kill.

But the next moment, he looked into Ling Feng's eyes, which were like an abyss, devouring all his thoughts and focus.

He immediately felt as if his brain had been churned by something.

Having cultivated his Soul-Breaking Spear into a Soul-Devouring Spear, he understood at once that this skill, like his own fifth spirit skill, was an attack targeting the soul.

But his spear was ultimately a step slower than Ling Feng's ocular spirit skill, and he had been preempted.

If it were only Ling Feng, he might have been fine.

But the problem was that Bibi Dong was watching from the side.

Struck by Ling Feng's ocular technique, the man in black's movements faltered once more.

Bibi Dong seized the opportunity; her sixth spirit ring lit up, and her defense-ignoring Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn pierced into the man's body.

In an instant, the man's face turned pale, and his entire frame withered.

"You!"

The man in black could not resist the blood-draining effect of a thirty-thousand-year spirit ring skill. With his vital essence being sucked away, he collapsed to the ground.

"No, I cannot die! Spare me, I am willing to serve the two of you!"

The man in black did not hesitate for a second, immediately begging for mercy.

He knew the terror of the blood-sucking spirit skill; if he dared to hesitate any longer, he would be drained into a dried corpse.

Seeing that Bibi Dong remained unmoved, the man immediately added, "I am Yang Wujie of the Yang Family in Longxing City."

"Once I become the head of the Yang Family, I can lead the entire Break Clan to pledge loyalty to you."

"Spare me, I am still useful!" Yang Wujie pleaded.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment before looking at Ling Feng. "Ling Feng, should we spare his life?"

Ling Feng shook his head. "Since when has our Spirit Hall associated with the fallen? Let's just kill him."

"There are many in the Yang Family. If we want to subdue them, there will always be those willing to surrender."

"Very well, that was my intention as well!" Bibi Dong said.

She was not yet the Empress of the Spirit Empire she would become; her heart was still filled with righteous fervor.

Seeing that the two would not let him go, a ferocious expression appeared on Yang Wujie's gaunt face.

"Hmph, hypocritical Spirit Hall!"

"Don't you people in the Spirit Hall also suck blood and devour souls?"

"If I hadn't cultivated the Rakshasa Meditation Method published by your Spirit Hall's Yu Xiaogang, how would I have ended up like this?"

Before Yang Wujie could finish his sentence, Bibi Dong drained his remaining vital essence, turning him into a desiccated corpse.

Incensed by Yang Wujie's words, Bibi Dong thrust another spider thorn, grinding his body into dust that scattered across the ground.

A jade pendant fell to the floor. Ling Feng looked closely and saw that it was indeed from the Yang Family of the Break Clan.

Seeing Bibi Dong's somewhat unsightly expression, Ling Feng hurriedly comforted her, "Bibi Dong, do not blame yourself."

"We have both cultivated that Rakshasa Meditation Method, so why have we not become like this?"

"The Rakshasa Meditation Method is merely a tool; it is righteous in the hands of the righteous, and evil in the hands of the evil. That he walked down a wicked path is his own problem."

"Even if there is fault, it is mine. It was I who sought to spread the Rakshasa Meditation Method," Ling Feng transmitted his voice.

Upon hearing Ling Feng's words, Bibi Dong's complexion improved significantly.

She had indeed been affected by Yang Wujie's words just moments ago, as she too cultivated the Rakshasa Meditation Method.

When visualizing the Rakshasa, an endless stream of evil thoughts and killing intent would indeed arise within her heart, but she had managed to keep her composure.

"Ling Feng, you are right. The sin does not lie in the cultivation method, but in their own state of mind!"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was no longer obsessing over the matter, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"There must be many who could not hold onto their original intentions and became fallen ones. After we leave the Capital of Slaughter, I will travel for a time."

"I will slaughter those fallen ones; consider it an atonement for the mistakes I have committed," Ling Feng said.

Ling Feng had not expected that the Rakshasa Meditation Method would lead soul masters onto a wicked path.

"I will go with you. Slaying the fallen is, after all, one of the duties of Spirit Hall," Bibi Dong said.

"Very well, then let us complete the trial as soon as possible!" Ling Feng said.

The two collected Yang Wujie's spoils of war and set off once more toward the Capital of Slaughter.

A few days later, a towering mountain stood in the middle of a desolate plain.

At the foot of the mountain lay a desolate, dilapidated town. There were many people in the town, yet it lacked even a hint of human warmth.

The sky here was thick with dark clouds, gloomy and oppressive, as if the sun would never be seen again.

"This must be the entrance to the Capital of Slaughter!" Bibi Dong said.

"Mm, we shall go in and ask to be sure."

"However, before entering the Capital of Slaughter, we should collect more essence blood," Ling Feng suggested.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this town were fallen ones; there was no sin in killing them.

Once they entered the Capital of Slaughter, Bibi Dong would be unable to use her soul skills to collect essence blood, so they could not waste this opportunity.

Bibi Dong nodded. She had read the records of the Capital of Slaughter kept by Spirit Hall, so she naturally knew what to do.

"Very well. We shall use the essence blood of those fallen ones to open the passage into the Capital of Slaughter!"

The two entered the town where the fallen ones gathered, immediately attracting many lecherous and greedy gazes.

These gazes were not just fixed on Bibi Dong; many were also staring at Ling Feng, both men and women—their tastes were quite varied.