The next morning, Dai Mubai held the exhausted Ning Rongrong in his arms, muttering to himself: It seems that going out to train alone is still necessary; the gentle embrace of a hero is a graveyard!
In the morning, Dai Mubai had already made all the preparations and bid farewell to everyone.
In front of the Seven Treasure Main Hall, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo stood at the hall's entrance, with Ning Rongrong standing beside them, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Dai Mubai and solemnly instructed him, " Mubai, the Slaughter City is extremely dangerous. Preserving your life is the top priority."
Sword Douluo patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder and said seriously, "Kid, don't be afraid. If you still can't get out after three years, I'll storm into the Slaughter City and rescue you."
Dai Mubai smiled slightly, "Father-in-law, Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely."
Ning Rongrong stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Dai Mubai's lips. " Mubai, I'll be waiting for you at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Dai Mubai nodded and didn't say anything more.
He turned around, his Gengjin White Tiger Martial Soul possessing him. With a flap of his golden wings, he soared into the sky, transforming into a golden streak of light and flying towards the eastern horizon.
As the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire, and with the intelligence network of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, Dai Mubai naturally knew the approximate location of the Slaughter City.
It was located at the border between the easternmost Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, hidden deep in a desolate Gobi Desert, nearly two thousand kilometers away from Heaven Dou City.
Dai Mubai flew eastward. Flying alone was naturally much faster than carrying someone.
Every three or four hours of flying, he would find a hillside to land, eat some dry rations, meditate to recover his Soul Power, and then take off again.
The landscape along the way gradually changed from bustling towns and lush green fields to increasingly desolate areas.
On the evening of the third day, Dai Mubai rested on a deserted hillside.
Looking out from the distant horizon, one can vaguely see a blood-red mist shrouding the land, its eerie dark red hue gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun, and a chilling aura permeating the air.
The entrance to the Slaughter City should be in that misty area, where the most vicious Fallen Soul Master on the continent are imprisoned.
Dai Mubai stood on the hillside, gazing at the blood-red mist in the distance. He took a deep breath, and a slow smile curved his lips.
Slaughter City, here I come!
Dai Mubai stepped into the red mist, the air filled with a faint, pungent smell of blood.
He walked for about an hour before the outline of a small town finally appeared ahead.
As you enter the town, you see ruins everywhere, and a chilling sense of decay washes over you.
The low houses were dilapidated, their walls covered in dark brown bloodstains, and the streets were littered with broken bones and rags. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.
Dai Mubai's gaze swept across the desolate town, and he felt several gazes emerge from the shadows and fall upon him.
Those eyes were filled with murderous intent and greed, as if if he showed the slightest weakness, they would pounce on him like hungry wolves.
Dai Mubai ignored it and headed straight for the only tavern with its lights on in the very center of the town.
The tavern had no sign; a dark red scratch was etched on the door, like a bloodstain from a fingernail.
The moment he pushed open the door, a smell mixed with alcohol and blood hit him, making Dai Mubai frown slightly.
Dai Mubai's arrival startled the other patrons in the bar. They glanced at Dai Mubai out of the corner of their eyes before turning their attention back to the dark red liquid in their hands, and then slowly poured it into their mouths.
Without even guessing, Dai Mubai knew that it was Bloody Mary, which is human blood.
Dai Mubai was not afraid of killing. During the siege of the Wolf Bandits Wolf Bandits, he killed several hundred of them.
But the thought of drinking human blood like these wild beasts still made him feel nauseous.
"Why drink human blood? What's wrong with anything else? Does drinking human blood make you seem powerful? You're just insane," Dai Mubai sneered inwardly.
However, on the other hand, everyone who comes here except for himself is definitely mentally ill; who wouldn't come to a place like this if they weren't?
Dai Mubai found a seat in the corner and sat down.
A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression walked over.
"What would you like to order?" The waiter thought Dai Mubai also wanted to drink blood.
"Where is the entrance?" Dai Mubai asked directly.
"Those who fail the test are not allowed to enter the Slaughter City!" The black-clad waiter's expression changed, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"A test? What kind of test?" Dai Mubai's eyes narrowed slightly.
The waiter grinned and gestured around the entire tavern with his hand. "Kill them all, or be killed by them."
Before he finished speaking, everyone in the tavern stood up at the same time, their gazes toward Dai Mubai like those of hungry wolves staring at lambs.
Dai Mubai counted; besides himself and the waiters, there were eighteen guests in the tavern.
Of the eighteen people, seven were releasing their Martial Soul and Soul Power, while the remaining eleven drew their weapons without hesitation.
"This is a test, a test Slaughter City. Kill him, and we can enter the Slaughter City!" Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes turned bloodshot.
Of the eighteen people, only seven were Soul Master, and the one with the highest Soul Power was only Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
They rushed towards Dai Mubai like madmen, their faces filled with an almost manic excitement.
Dai Mubai didn't even release his Martial Soul; instead, he condensed a giant golden sword in his hand— the White Tiger Golden Fiend Sword.
The sword was formed from compressed Gengjin energy, making it incomparably sharp, with a cold, gleaming blade.
In a place like this, Dai Mubai would show no mercy whatsoever.
With a casual wave of his hand, a sharp sword aura swept out, and the four leaders immediately lost their heads.
Blood gushed from the severed necks, splattering on the walls and tabletops. The four headless bodies staggered two steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Dai Mubai did not stop; he wielded his sword, unleashing several sword energies in succession.
Each sword strike was like a sickle slicing through wheat, cleanly and decisively slicing through the necks of those people.
In the blink of an eye, the eighteen people were decapitated.
When it comes to killing efficiently, nothing is faster than using a sword.
The tavern fell silent again, with only blood slowly seeping into the ground through the cracks in the floor tiles, as if absorbed by some force.
Those menacing-looking people from before are now real corpses, missing limbs, but most of them no longer have their heads on their necks.
The tavern was littered with corpses, making the stench of blood even stronger.
Dai Mubai sheathed his sword and stood calmly, not even a trace of blood on the golden blade.
The tavern staff did not panic despite the deaths of more than a dozen people.
He remained standing at the bar, seemingly used to this scene, and even began habitually wiping away the bloodstains splattered on the table.
Dai Mubai pointed his sword diagonally and said calmly, "Now, am I qualified?"
The waiter glanced coldly at Dai Mubai and sneered, "You think you can enter the Slaughter City by killing a few people? You'll need a Bloody Mary to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dai Mubai's sword energy had already arrived.