Can't use Soul Skills? Then taste the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's black powder!

Stepping through those two heavy bronze doors, the light inside seemed to change completely.

The sun wasn't visible in the sky; instead, a dull, purplish-red moon hung in the air. The air was filled not only with the stench of blood but also with the musty, musty smell of sewers that never see the sun.

The road was lined with dilapidated houses built of black stones. Wandering the streets were emaciated, skin and bones, with bloodshot eyes. When these people saw the six fair-skinned, tender-looking strangers that Ling Yun had brought in, they swallowed hard, making gurgling noises, just like stray dogs that hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days seeing a big piece of fat meat.

Welcome to the Slaughter City.

From the shadows on the street, a woman draped in black veil silently emerged. Her face was covered by a mask, and she walked with a swaying, snake-like gait, her voice carrying an air of arrogant coldness.

"I am your Guide. Once you enter this door, you must understand the strict rules here. In the Slaughter City, no matter if you are Soul King or Titled Douluo outside, all your Soul Rings and Soul Skills are sealed tightly! You can only rely on your fists and feet and the knife in your hand."

She glanced at Ling Yun and his group out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw that there were pretty girls like Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu in the group, a disdainful sneer immediately appeared on her lips:

"A bunch of kids like you, with families and little girls to support, won't survive the first night here. For the sake of those identification tags, I advise you..."

"Stop trying to teach me anything."

Ling Yun, hands in his shorts pockets, impatiently interrupted her, kicking a bloody bone fragment on the street with the sole of his shoe. "I don't have time to listen to you recite your lesson. Just one question: which street in this godforsaken place has the most lucrative gangs? Which street has the most troublemakers?"

The woman in the black veil choked on her words, making him roll his eyes.

Is this kid deaf? His Soul Skills have been sealed, and instead of thinking about how to save his own life, this half-grown kid is trying to scam some thugs?

Before she could even speak, more than twenty rough-looking men carrying machetes and iron bars emerged from the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road.

The leader, a scarred man, licked his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with Evil Fire. He pointed at Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu: "Guide, stop wasting your breath. These young ladies have delicate skin; let's have some fun today! We'll chop up the men and drain their blood!"

"Damn it, we've been targeted." The woman in the black veil took two steps back, crossed her arms, and prepared to watch these unfamiliar faces be chopped into mincemeat.

Logically speaking, without Soul Skills, especially support and Agility Attack System, Soul Master would be nothing more than a dead fish on a chopping board in front of these desperate people who spend their lives fighting with knives.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, but instead of panicking, they grinned.

"Boss Dai, they said we can't use Soul Skills." Ma Hongjun picked at his ear with his little finger.

"While I was carrying a thousand-pound iron block and squatting by a waterfall under Brother Yun's tutelage, these bastards were probably still Mud Sport in the mud somewhere!"

Dai Mubai laughed loudly, not even bothering to unleash his Martial Soul. His muscular physique tensed suddenly, his foot shattering a black brick, and he charged towards the twenty-odd men wielding knives like a cannonball!

Without the aid of Soul Skills, relying solely on physical strength!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dai Mubai delivered a powerful punch to a man's chin, the crisp sound of bones breaking echoing clearly in the dark street. The man didn't even have time to scream before his two-hundred-pound body flew off the ground, crashing into three or four of his accomplices behind him.

Tai Long was even more ruthless. He was pure strength to begin with, so he grabbed a man by the collar with one hand and swung him around in mid-air like two tattered sacks, causing them to collide!

With a muffled "crack," the two men were struck so hard that blood gushed from their seven orifices, and they instantly collapsed into a puddle of mud.

"Hey! Leave a few for me to practice with!"

Ning Rongrong was so anxious that she jumped up and down in the back.

This young lady from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect no longer showed any signs of trembling from having her Soul Skills sealed. She ripped open the strap of the large canvas bundle on her body, reached inside, and pulled out two watermelon-sized, jet-black iron lumps.

This is a top-tier firearm she retrieved from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Inner Treasury —the "Thunderclap Bomb"! It doesn't require Soul Power to activate; it can be ignited simply by tapping it against the ground!

"Hey you with the big knife! Watch out for Hidden Weapons!"

Ning Rongrong let out a crisp howl, swung her thin arm, and smashed the black iron lump in her hand towards the densest part of the crowd!

When the bandits saw that it was a black ball thrown by a little girl, they thought it was some kind of scare dart. One of them even stupidly used the back of his knife to block it.

"Boom--!"

A deafening thunderclap exploded across the street!

Flames and billowing black smoke shot straight into the sky. This Sky-Shaking Thunder contained highly concentrated black powder and shards of pig iron refined by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School!

The bandits didn't even have time to utter a complete sentence before they were blown to bits, their flesh, scrap metal, and broken bricks raining down, even causing half of the nearby mud wall to collapse.

The woman in black veil hid on the side of the street, her eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and her mouth agape as if she could fit a large white steamed bun inside.

What kind of fighting style is this?!

What happened to the promised Soul Skill sealing and immobility? These bandits not only have fists and feet as hard as iron, but they even carry such deadly firearms with them?!

"Damn! This is tough! Let's go side by side!"

The remaining dozen or so bandits, seeing half of their brothers lost, went berserk. One of them, a bald, burly man over two meters tall with a body full of scars, swung a spiked club weighing over a hundred pounds, bypassed Dai Mubai, and smashed it down on Ling Yun, who had been standing at the back without making a move!

"Xiao Bai! Die, Grandfather!!"

The bald, burly man looked at Ling Yun, who had his hands in his pockets, and assumed he was a spineless coward.

But Ling Yun didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

His Divine Sense, deep within his brow, shifted silently, and a line of water, as thick as a finger, suddenly sprang up from the puddle of blood beneath his feet as if it had come alive!

This Slaughter City has strict rules governing Soul Rings and Martial Soul.

But Ling Yun is using the water control technique brought by Greninja, relying on the micro-management skills of a peak Spirit Connection Realm cultivator! This technique doesn't follow the broken methods set by your Spirit Hall and Slaughter City at all!

"Buzz--!"

The thin stream of water spun rapidly in mid-air, transforming into a deep blue, High-Pressure Water Blade that sliced through the descending iron mace.

Sizzle!

There wasn't anything particularly loud or dramatic.

The thick iron mace, as big as a large bowl, along with the bald man's thick arm, was as brittle as a piece of freshly cut frozen tofu in front of this water-jet cutter. The cut surface was smooth and even, with even the bone fragments neatly trimmed.

The burly man froze for a full two seconds, then looked down at his shoulder, which was gushing black blood.

"Ahhh--!"

A wailing sound, like a pig being slaughtered, pierced the purplish-red sky.

Ling Yun kicked the bald, burly man in the back of the knee, sending the two-hundred-pound mass of flesh crashing to his knees on the Plate. He raised his eyelids, glanced at the terrified woman in black beside him, and a wicked, unrestrained smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

What did you just say?

"Sealing Soul Skills? You can only rely on fists and feet?"

Ling Yun casually kicked the severed arm beside his feet. "I was just playing in the Water Sport, what kind of Soul Skill is that? What right do you have to tell me what rules are in this crappy place?"

The few remaining bandits on the street were terrified. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, their crotches reeking of urine.

Ning Rongrong, carrying a tattered sack, went around looting gold and silver scraps, even taking the rusty copper chains from the necks of the dead.

Just as these "newcomers" stripped the outer city assassins down to their underwear...

Outside the bronze gates of the Slaughter City, deep within the passageway, came two more unhurried footsteps.

Tang San, dressed in black, walked along the gloomy path. The frustration he had suffered earlier was now Sheer Force swallowed down.

Tang Hao's father, stayed up there and didn't come down; this was his own personal Asura.

Tang San's right hand gripped the receiver hidden in his sleeve tightly, a bloodthirsty smirk slowly creeping onto his lips.

'The Slaughter City... seals Soul Skills, preventing the use of Martial Souls.'

Tang San took a deep breath of the cool air, which carried the scent of blood, and felt a sense of comfort permeating every bone in his body.

This wretched place is practically a lair tailor-made for Tang San and his Tang Sect Secret Arts!

Without the thick shell of Soul Skills, those high and mighty Soul Masters have all become toothless sick cats! But he Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Jade Hand, and this body of iron soaked in poison!

' Ling Yun, no matter how unorthodox your water magic is, in this place completely sealed off by the laws, you're just a sitting duck!'

Tang San suddenly pushed open the heavy inner city iron gate, and a blinding purplish-red light shone on his face.

He was ready. He wanted to see a pack of ravenous assassins behind the door, to wreak havoc in the darkness and establish his fearsome power. He also wanted to follow the trail of blood to find Ling Yun, who had lost the protection of his Soul Skills and was being beaten black and blue in a corner!

Then, I personally shoved the Yama's Invitation down that kid's throat!

Tang San stepped across the threshold with a cold laugh.

What I saw was neither a street full of thugs nor a pack of evil spirits rushing towards me.

Then I saw a huge gunpowder pit, still emitting black smoke.

At the edge of the deep pit, the twenty-odd local assassins who should have looked fierce and menacing were lined up in a row, crouching under the broken bricks with their hands behind their heads.

Dai Mubai, carrying a cast-iron rod he'd picked up from who-knows-where, paced back and forth like a foreman. Ning Rongrong sat in a grand chair with a missing leg, fiddling with Red-Gold Abacus, muttering, "Three gold teeth are worth ten gold coins, this broken knife can be sold as scrap metal for two copper coins..."

And right in the middle of the crowd.

Ling Yun sat imposingly on a tattered wooden box, holding a half-bowl of freshly brewed tea in his hand and chewing on a piece of dried meat.

He heard the door open, slowly lifted his eyelids, and met Tang San's eyes, which were wide open as if they were about to pop out.

Tang San remained frozen in place, one hand on his Hidden Weapon, poised to unleash a killing spree at any moment. His plan to "beat Ling Yun to a pulp and then reap the rewards in the dark" was shattered beyond repair in front of the scene of this bandit robbery that had wiped out the entire criminal gang.

Ling Yun spat the tea leaves from the bowl onto the ground.

He sized Tang San up and down, a smirk spreading across his face that was sure to infuriate anyone, and then yelled at the top of his lungs from afar:

"Hey, isn't that the little Haozi that throws Hidden Weapons?"

Ling Yun pointed his thumb at the group of bruised and battered bandits behind him:

"What's wrong? I heard you can't use Soul Skills here, so you think you're all that now and come here looking for trouble?"

"Perfect timing. These poor bastards are too weak to take a beating. I was just looking for a sturdy sandbag for the brothers to practice on!"