Your Tang Sect Hidden Weapons count as scrap iron at twenty cents a pound

The draft beneath the bronze gate was so cold it could scrape your skin off.

Tang San's foot, which had just stepped over the threshold, was now stuck, unable to go forward or backward. He stared intently at Ling Yun, who sat imposingly on the broken wooden box, his head buzzing. He felt as if all the fierceness he had accumulated over the past three days had been stripped away by a single sentence from Ling Yun.

"You... how did you get here?"

Tang San gritted his teeth and squeezed out this nonsense, his hands instinctively reaching for the iron box containing Hidden Weapon in his sleeves.

"Do you own this run-down place? I can wander around wherever I want."

Ling Yun spat out the bits of dried meat in his mouth, tapped the Plate with the sole of his shoe, and said with drooping eyelids, "But you, being dragged all over the world for your own father, still dare to waltz into this pile of dead bodies. What, you couldn't beg for food outside, so you came here to freeload?"

Tang San's face flushed a deep purplish-red.

He took a deep breath of the cold, bloody air, forcefully suppressing the Evil Fire within him that wanted to tear Ling Yun apart alive.

'Don't panic,' Tang San desperately reassured himself. 'This is the Slaughter City Soul Skill are sealed! No matter how fast his water magic is, it's useless without Soul Power. I have the Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track of fists and feet, who have I, Tang San, ever feared!'

Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly spurred his weight and straightened his back.

"Stop talking nonsense! There are no rules here, only real skills!" Tang San said coldly, stepping forward to barge in. "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of my way!"

"Oh ho, your temper's gotten pretty bad."

Ling Yun didn't even shrug. He stuck his thumb back, picked at his ear, and said, "Boss Dai, Tai Long, teach this ill-mannered Delia a lesson. Tell him whose rules he has to follow when entering this door."

Dai Mubai and Tai Long grinned widely, standing on either side like two black iron walls blocking the way.

"Kid, we don't care what rules the King of Slaughter sets."

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, a thuggish glint in his eyes. "Today, this outer city gate is under the jurisdiction of our Blue Tyrant. You can enter, but pay the 'security checkpoint toll.' One Gold Soul Coin per person. Pay up, and you're through; don't, and get lost!"

Tang San was stunned.

Security checkpoint toll?! Robbery has reached the very gates of the Slaughter City?!

He'd been following Tang Hao through the wilderness these past few days, gnawing on tree bark and eating raw meat, without even finding a single copper coin. Where was he supposed to get a Gold Soul Coin?

"I have no money!" Tang San shouted, his eyes red.

"No money?" Tai Long's eyes widened, his large hand pointing directly at the jade-inlaid belt around Tang San's waist. "No money? Pay with something! I think that 'Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges' belt you're wearing is pretty good, take it off as a deposit! We don't give credit here!"

Tang San almost Spit Up out a mouthful of blood.

That was a treasured storage device given to him by Yu Xiaogang, containing all of his Hidden Weapon —his lifeline!

"Dream on! You're asking for it!!"

Tang San couldn't contain his anger any longer. His foot slipped, and he suddenly unleashed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

His figure was like a slippery loach, and he instantly bypassed Tai Long's face. His hands turned jade-colored, his cuffs were turned up, and three black bone-piercing nails were formed into the shape of "pin", and he went straight to Dai Mubai's face and pierced it!

"Trying to fight me in close combat when you have no Soul Power? You bunch of idiots don't even know how to die!" Tang San cursed inwardly.

But the next second...

A muffled "bang"!

Dai Mubai didn't dodge the iron nails at all. He swung his arm in a wide arc, using his iron arm guards to block the Hidden Weapon. A brutal Black Tiger Heart Strike landed Sturdy on Tang San's chest!

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was a joke compared to Dai Mubai's superhuman strength, honed by carrying thousands of pounds of iron every day!

"Pfft!" Tang San grunted and flew backward. Before he could land, a pink and white shadow had already cut behind him.

Xiao Wu!

"Eight-Stage Throw!"

Xiao Wu hadn't even activated her Martial Soul yet. She kicked Tang San in the lower back, sending him flying into the air. Then, she wrapped her legs around his neck and performed a backflip, slamming him hard onto the floor tiles with a loud "boom!"

Tang San's face was covered in blood, and he was completely disoriented from the fall. Before he could even get up, Ma Hongjun's two-hundred-pound body slammed down on him like a meat Body Slam, landing squarely on his lower back. The weight made it hard for Tang San to catch his breath, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

"Your legs aren't up to par, Xiao San!" Ma Hongjun sat on Tang San, grinning smugly. "You dare to show off your pathetic skills in front of us?"

Tang San lay on the ground, his nose broken, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

His mind was buzzing.

Without their Soul Skill, how could these people still possess such brute Superpower?!

Just then, Ning Rongrong, wearing thick leather gloves and with a thieving look in her eyes, came up from behind.

"Fatty, shake out all the odds and ends on him, let's see if it's enough for a thousand gold coins!"

Like a skilled pawnbroker, Ning Rongrong ripped off Tang San's Tang San and rummaged through his sleeves and trousers, unleashing a whole bunch of Hidden Weapon.

She picked up an exquisitely crafted Flying God Claw and curled her lip in disdain.

"What kind of junk is this? It's made of solid iron, without even a trace of rare metal. It's worth at most fifty copper coins!"

Ning Rongrong tossed the Flying God Claw to the ground, then picked up two Bone-Piercing Nail and tapped them against a stone, her face full of disdain. "These black iron nails have too many impurities. They'd be passable if we took them back to Heaven Dou City to be melted down and made into a couple of iron pots. Let's just say they're worth two cents a pound of scrap iron!"

"And the jade on this belt, the quality is terrible, like cheap stuff from a roadside stall! Confiscated! You'll have to pay a 200 gold coin entrance fee!"

Lying in the mud, Tang San felt his heart bleed as he listened to these words; he was so angry he felt like his internal organs were about to explode.

He painstakingly developed the Tang Sect Secret Arts!

In the mouth of this delicate little girl, he was reduced to scrap metal worth two cents a pound, not even worth a black pot! This was worse than being killed on the spot!

"Give it back to me... that's mine..." Tang San desperately clawed at the floor tiles with both hands, all ten fingers covered in blood, as he cried out hoarsely.

"Give it back to you, my foot! You still owe me eight hundred gold coins. Take your tattered clothes as payment!" Ma Hongjun said, about to start tearing off Tang San's short clothes.

Beside.

The woman in black veil who led Ling Yun and the others in was now completely stunned.

Having spent half her life as a receptionist at the gates of hell, she'd never seen anything like it! These teenagers had not only beaten the city's tyrants to a pulp, but now they were brazenly setting up a roadblock at the entrance to the Slaughter City to rob a new assassin?!

Who the hell is the Slaughter City?!

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Yun slowly stood up from the broken wooden box, holding a thin, translucent blade formed from Water Flow in his hand. He tapped the black-veiled woman's cheek with the flat of the blade, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"You just said you're Guide?"

The woman in the black veil trembled and nodded repeatedly in fear, terrified that the young man would slit her throat with a knife.

"Very good."

Ling Yun sheathed his water blade, pulled her to stand beside the bronze door, and patted her shoulder to establish new rules:

"From this day forward, the outer gate of this City of Slaughter City will be our Ling Clan Security Checkpoint."

"You, continue doing your old job. If any reckless newbies roll in again, you're in charge of soliciting customers and bringing them here; Rongrong is in charge of pricing and collecting money; Fatty and Boss Dai are in charge of stripping and searching them."

Ling Yun pointed at the group of old bandits, their faces bruised and swollen, their buttocks naked, squatting in the corner. "Those who can't pay their fines, take them all over to be laborers, carrying bricks and building walls. We'll make our fortune right here at the gates of hell!"

The woman in black veil stared blankly at the deep blue-clad boy in front of her, who was earnestly assigning tasks. She could only nod woodenly.

Tang San was lying on the ground.

Hearing that these bandits were going to set up a tollbooth at the gates of hell, and looking at his own Hidden Weapon piled up to the side like scrap metal, the little bit of ambition in his heart was completely extinguished, leaving not a single spark.

He closed his eyes.

In front of these shameless scoundrels, his Nasty Plot and pretentious posturing are nothing but a complete joke!