It took Tang San half a month to travel from Spirit Hall to the little tavern outside Slaughter City.
With a bang, Tang San pushed the door open and walked inside. One vicious-looking brute after another turned to stare at him with blood-red eyes.
At the sight of Tang San's exquisite, womanly beauty, lecherous smiles spread across their faces.
"Haha, what a pretty little beauty. Come into my arms and let me show you some love."
"Brother Jie, I finally understand you. We never got you before, but now we do. If a man looks this pretty, who cares whether he's a man or a woman? Enjoy your meat, Brother Jie, but don't forget to leave us brothers a little soup."
Another burst of lewd laughter erupted as they spoke.
Tang San was not particularly angry. He had endured far too much filth lately, and his heart had grown so cold that he regarded these people as mere beasts.
"This is Slaughter City? It doesn't look like it. There's nothing here but trash. Do you even deserve to enter Slaughter City?"
His words instantly turned the leering men's embarrassment into rage.
"Don't think you can insult us just because you're pretty. We'll make you unable to live or die, writhing between ecstasy and agony, begging for death and clinging to life."
The brutes suddenly rose, stripping off their clothes and undoing their belts as they approached Tang San with savage grins.
Killing intent surged in Tang San's eyes. He hated these filthy men who thought with their lower halves most of all. Their minds dwelled on nothing else all day long.
"Die, all of you!"
"Fifth Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Frenzy!"
Blue Silver Emperor vines blanketed the air as they entered a frenzied state. Every vine was as thick as an