(First update)
A single sword strike cowed the vicious criminals of the Inner City.
Yang Ming stood upon the void, his hands clasped behind his back. His indifferent Rinnegan looked down upon the world as he surveyed all of Slaughter City from above. Infusing his voice with soul power, he called out:
"King of Slaughter, you old bastard, get out here!"
Bolstered by Yang Ming's current level 68 soul power, his voice carried tremendous penetrating force, spreading in every direction.
Before long, the criminals throughout Slaughter City were staring in disbelief, wondering just what blockhead dared to provoke their great king.
Then, one after another, they looked up toward the source of the voice and saw that imposing figure standing upon the void.
"Gulp!"
Many of the criminals swallowed, their hearts suddenly tightening.
Their eyes were immediately drawn to the multicolored Soul Rings revolving beneath Yang Ming's feet. Of his six Soul Rings, only one was thousand-year purple; all the others were ten-thousand-year black!
What they found even harder to accept was how young this man was. He clearly had not yet reached adulthood, yet he had already become a God of Slaughter!
For a moment, ten thousand horses fell silent.
Amid that silence, a group poured out of the luxurious building in the deepest part of the city.
A fierce gleam burst from Yang Ming's eyes. He recognized them at once as Slaughter City's Enforcement Team, led by the captain he had met once before—Black and White Impermanence!
Most members of the Enforcement Team could not fly, so they simply took positions atop the surrounding tall buildings, forming a rather loose encirclement.
"Heh heh heh."
A black tide surged, forming an enormous black hand that lifted Black and White Impermanence to Yang Ming's height. He glanced at Yang Ming's