Douluo Continent, There is a small town in a remote place that looks inconspicuous.
The location of this town is quite remote, surrounded by overgrown grass, and even the roads leading here are full of potholes.
A man walked from a distance, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and his feet stepped on the cracked soil without making much noise.
He had long black hair, hanging loosely behind his head, and his face was a little too pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. There was no trace of blood, which made his already handsome face look even more sickly.
He was wearing a gray armor, with a gray cloak hanging behind him, and he was holding a slender Cross Sword in his right hand.
The man walked to the entrance of the town, paused slightly, and raised his eyes to look ahead.
The town does look small. From the entrance, you can see the outline of the other side of the town. The houses are low and dilapidated. Most of the shops on both sides of the street have closed doors and windows. Occasionally, a few dim oil lamps shine through the gaps, but they don't illuminate much of the area.
As soon as he stepped into the town, a cold and dark atmosphere rushed towards him. It felt very clear, as if something was hanging over the town, and even the air was a bit cooler than outside.
The man kept walking and walked straight towards the depths of the town. His eyes swept over the houses on both sides, and finally landed on a tavern.
The man pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. A harsh friction sound broke the original dullness in the tavern.
The space inside the tavern is not very large, but there are quite a few people there. Looking around, there are about thirty people sitting there. The distance between the tables is very narrow, but no one is talking.
The moment the man walked in, the silent people in the tavern glanced at him one after another, but they only glanced at him and then moved away, as if they were not interested in him.
The man ignored those glances, walked straight to the bar, raised his hand and lightly tapped the table.
There was a waiter standing behind the bar, with a thin face and prominent cheekbones. His eyes were half-squinted, showing no emotion, and the expression on his face was quite cold.
He glanced at the man and asked without any fluctuation in his voice.
"What do you want?"
"I want to ask for information, how to get to Road to Slaughter?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the drinkers, who had lowered their heads, raised their heads almost at the same time, and all their eyes fell on the man.
Some people's eyes narrowed slightly, some people had an unknown smile on their lips, and some people slowly put down the wine glasses in their hands, as if they heard something quite interesting.
After a short silence, a voice sounded from the corner, with obvious ridicule in its tone.
"Hey, you are dressed like a human being and your face is so pale. Isn't that fake?"
The speaker was a strong man sitting in the corner. He had a tall body and a sinewy face. His eyes looked up and down at the man.
"You still want to join Road to Slaughter just because you look like this?"
He sneered, picked up the Bloody Mary in front of him, took a sip, and then slammed it on the table.
"Are you qualified?"
"Tell me, what's your name? Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I can bury you a tombstone, hahaha."
Several people nearby started laughing.
"A group of juniors deserve to know my name?"
The man chuckled, his tone could be said to be quite arrogant.
The laughter in the tavern suddenly stopped, and the faces of those who were still watching the excitement changed.
The strong man stood up suddenly, and the stool slid back a certain distance, hitting the wall with a dull sound. He slapped the table and shouted angrily.
"You're looking for death!"
Several people around him stood up in response, the table was overturned, the wine glass shattered on the ground, and the wine spilled everywhere.
The strong man took the lead in releasing Martial Soul, two yellow and two purple, and four circles of Soul Ring rose from his feet and slowly rotated around him.
Several people nearby also released Martial Soul and Soul Ring in different colors. Most of them had two or three rings. The strongest one only had four rings.
The man looked at the Soul Ring they released, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he didn't even bother to look at them for a moment longer.
"A group of such weak guys, killing them would make my hands dirty."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned and landed on a slightly thin Soul Master next to the strong man, and he spoke in a calm voice.
"You, kill them all."
That Soul Master was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't realize that the man was talking to him. He opened his mouth, with an expression of obvious astonishment on his face.
"Me? You... you let me kill them?"
The man didn't answer, just looked at him.
That Soul Master subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the moment he met the man's gaze, a terrifying aura came over him.
His whole body seemed to be choked by something, and even breathing became difficult. His heart tightened suddenly, and his blood seemed to have solidified. His knees were weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot. His soul was terrified.
The pale man in front of me was absolutely extraordinary.
That Soul Master was trembling all over, and his lips trembled several times. Finally, under the gaze of the man, he turned around and attacked the strong men.
"Are you crazy?!"
The strong man cursed angrily and saw his companions attacking him. He was frightened and angry for a moment and quickly raised his hands to block.
The fighting broke out in an instant. Someone wanted to attack the man, but he was immediately broken into pieces. Everyone knew that the man was invincible.
The man was leaning against the bar, holding Cross Sword in one hand and resting his other hand casually on the counter, looking calmly at the fight in front of him.
He spoke from time to time, letting the next strongest person take action. If he didn't take action, no one would survive.
There are fewer and fewer people alive in the tavern, and there are more and more blood stains on the ground. Most of the drinkers who were originally sitting have fallen into a pool of blood, and only a few are still standing. They are all covered with scars and panting.
The smell of blood had spread throughout the tavern at this time, and the man didn't seem to care about it. When only the last two or three people were left standing, he slowly spoke.
"Now, can you tell me how to get to Slaughter City?"
His eyes fell on the waiter who was trembling with fear. The waiter's face was pale and his lips were trembling violently.
"Just... right under the bar..."
The man nodded slightly and then spoke.
"Lead the way."
The waiter did not dare to hesitate at all, and quickly walked out from behind the bar and pushed open an inconspicuous cabinet door on the side of the bar, revealing a narrow passage extending downward.
He led the way, his steps hurried, and he almost tripped several times.
The man followed him and walked down the passage for some distance. It was a huge hole, and cold wind was constantly blowing from inside.
"Slaughter City is just ahead..."
The waiter spoke carefully.
"Go away, if I find out you are lying, you'd better bear the consequences."
After saying these words, the man continued to walk forward. After walking for a while, he saw a voice coming from the front.
"Welcome to Slaughter City."
"This is a city of hell, a world full of killings. You can get everything you want here, but the price is your life."
Upon hearing this, the man knew that he was in the right place and spoke quite frankly.
"I am Shrek Academy Holy Spirit Execution Department Minister Harosa. The purpose of coming to Slaughter City this time is to recruit people. Anyone who knows better should surrender quickly."