Divine Slaughter's Domain? Just the Thing for Chilling Watermelons
On a barren hilltop, on the branch of a dead old locust tree, She Long had half his body stuck in the branch, his right cheek swollen as if half a large steamed bun had been stuffed inside.
That was a hard wound inflicted by Tang Hao's black hammer.
She Long held up a monocular glass mirror, his wrist aching so much he was shaking, and his eyes were almost bloodshot from staring so hard.
Ever since Qian Renxue gave him the death order a few days ago, ordering him to follow these bandits, he hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep. What kind of place was Hell Road? Since the Spirit Hall began recording, in the thousands of years since, only two figures— Tang Hao and Bibi Dong —had ever ventured into that ghost city to brave Hell Road. Both of them emerged covered in blood, radiating murderous intent, and needing three to five years of quiet recuperation to barely recover from their bloodlust.
Those little bastards probably died underneath, gnawed to pieces by bats...
She Long was secretly thinking to himself, preparing to head back and report to Qian Renxue.
Suddenly, a clump of yellowish raw mud and ash "poof" emerged from the grassy hillside dozens of feet away on the other side of the glass mirror.
Immediately afterwards, a boy wearing a tattered straw hat and with his hands in the pockets of his coarse cloth shorts swaggered out of the small mud hole, just like someone getting up to relieve themselves in their own woodshed at night.
She Long's hand trembled, and the glass mirror almost slipped from his grasp and smashed onto his own foot.
Before he could even close his jaw in astonishment, a string of people jumped out from behind him like radishes being pulled up.
Dai Mubai and Tai Long each carried a heavy Agarwood chest, with two large sacks full of pig iron ore dangling from their waists; Ma Hongjun picked his teeth, his belly round, his skin glowing red, even the tips of his hair sparkling from the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent inner cores he had just refined; Ning Rongrong tied the half-empty canvas bundle around her waist, holding a small red gold abacus in one hand and a half-eaten white flour cake in the other, skipping and hopping along behind, stepping on the wild grass.
It's whole, with no whiskers or tail intact! Not even a single tear in its clothes!
"Quickly, Fatty, there's a flat, large blue stone by the stream ahead. Put the box down and split the profits!"
Ning Rongrong's loud voice, carried by the desolate autumn wind, blew straight into She Long's ears.
The mountain stream murmurs, its water sounding crisp and clear.
The large Plate was smoothed by the stream, and a thick layer of withered yellow poplar leaves covered the sides.
Dai Mubai slammed the Agarwood box onto a rock, sending water splashing everywhere. Ning Rongrong immediately placed her abacus on the box lid, sat cross-legged beside it, and the greedy glint in her eyes was more dazzling than the autumn sun.
"Come, come, let's get to the accounts! The hush money from the King of Slaughter —two hundred catties of Supreme Deep-Sea Black Iron Mother Lode, four top-grade Earth-Core Yin Lotus plants, and three jars of ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Black Jade Bone-Reconnecting Salve! The silver-haired gold hairpin that Tang San mortgaged is worth fifty catties of scrap iron! The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent inner cores were chewed by Fatty, worth five thousand gold coins, and added to the team's public account!"
The young lady smacked the abacus beads, her face flushed, and exclaimed, "We're rich, Brother Yun! We made a net profit of 32,000 Gold Soul Coins this trip, and that doesn't even include the killing intent we brought with us!"
"Can murderous intent feed you?"
Ling Yun strolled over with his hands in his pockets, sat down on a large blue stone, and casually fished out an unripe watermelon he had just picked from a farmer's field in the stream.
"Fatty, come here." Ling Yun patted the green watermelon.
Ma Hongjun, burping, leaned forward and said, "Brother Yun, this watermelon is sweet, but it's not very refreshing in the autumn, it lacks flavor."
If it lacks strength, give it some.
Ling Yun raised his eyelids slightly. "You still can't release that ring of white fur that entered your body at the entrance to Hell Road?"
"Huh? That thing is the Divine Slaughter's Domain!" Ma Hongjun scratched the back of his head.
"Regardless of the field, anything that can cool you down is a good product."
Ling Yun flicked his toe under the watermelon, and a chilling, bone-deep white aura suddenly emanated from beneath his skin.
Divine Slaughter's Domain!
The killing domain that others struggle to reach, crawling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was unleashed on this young man. The overwhelming killing intent showed no madness whatsoever; instead, the high-pressure water vapor twisted and transformed into a bone-chilling, icy current that swept over the flesh of the watermelon!
A soft click.
The green-skinned watermelon's outer shell instantly developed a layer of translucent, white frost!
Ma Hongjun followed suit, also unleashing his own half-baked killing intent. With a flick of his palm, he cut the watermelon into eight large wedges. The red, sandy flesh inside was frozen solid, steaming with white vapor. Taking a bite made a crisp, crunchy sound, and the coldness sent shivers down one's spine!
"Awesome!!" Ma Hongjun took a big, satisfying bite, the juices dripping from his lips. "This tastes even better than food chilled in an ice cellar!"
Ning Rongrong munched on a chilled watermelon while spreading her accounting notebook out on her lap. Suddenly, her brows furrowed.
"Brother Yun, we've got all these bags and packages, including over a hundred pounds of Xuan Iron Mother Ore alone. It's too conspicuous to deal with this in Heaven Dou City or the Star Luo Empire. The Spirit Hall has spies everywhere; as soon as we enter a large money exchange, they'll definitely be watching us."
"Who said we were going back to those two lousy mud pits?"
Ling Yun leaned against a rock with his hands in his pockets, chewing on watermelon seeds. He casually spat the seed shells into the stream and drew a large circle to the southwest with his finger.
"Heaven Dou City is full of old scholars in long robes reciting scriptures, while Star Luo Empire is full of royal dogs who are obsessed with appearances. They have strict rules, little to no benefits, and they're not even willing to set fires when they fight."
Ling Yun glanced sideways at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun: "I heard that if you follow the southwest official road all the way to the sea, there's a large dock called Vast Sea City. In that boundless sea outside, pirates roam in droves, and Ferocious Beasts are everywhere. Even the Spirit Hall's claws can't reach even half a foot in?"
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai's two Shiny, sinister eyes suddenly lit up with a frightening light. "Brother Yun, you mean...?"
"Robbing bandits on land is called plundering and looting; that's too narrow-minded."
Ling Yun grinned mischievously, dusted himself off, and stood up.
"Let's go to the beach and scout out some land, maybe get a big black boat and head out to sea."
"I've heard there's a Sea God Island in the sea, piled high with treasures. We could strip those shameless pirates of their underwear along the way, and become a pirate captain at sea—wouldn't that be much more prestigious than being treated like a monkey on land?"
Dai Mubai and Tai Long exchanged a glance, their joints cracking with excitement.
Ning Rongrong tucked the abacus into her waistband, her eyes gleaming. "Going out to sea to rob pirates?! Great! I've never collected protection money on a ship before! I need to get a bigger leather ledger!"
The six of them squatted on the large blue stone, munching on watermelons chilled by the Divine Slaughter's Domain, while enthusiastically discussing how to seize territory in the sea and become kings.
On the fork of an old locust tree in the distance.
The monocular glass mirror in She Long's hand fell with a thud into the pile of dead leaves.
This Titled Douluo's face was as stiff as raw iron just dug out of a graveyard, and his lips trembled as if he had been soaking in ice water all night in the dead of winter.
What did he just see?!
Those six young men were all emanating genuine, unadulterated Divine Slaughter's Domains!
Not only did they all survive the Hell Road, but they also carried the legendary Xuan Iron from the King of Slaughter's Inner Treasury like scrap metal! Even worse, they used that ruthless Killing Dao Supreme Domain to... to chill watermelons?!
"They're insane... they're all fucking insane..."
She Long swallowed hard, his mouth dry and bitter, his body covered in sweat. Trembling, he pulled out a specially made Heaven Dou Golden-Feathered Flying Eagle from his robes and, with a shaky hand, wrote a line on the parchment with a charcoal stick:
"Young Master's Personal Letter: The entire Blue Tyrant has emerged from Hell Road unscathed, all having obtained the Divine Slaughter's Domain, and the spoils have been divided. Now, Ling Yun intends to lead his men to Vast Sea City to rob Sea God Island as pirates... Your life is still alive; make a decision quickly!"
After securing the secret message, She Long watched the eagle flutter and disappear into the sky. He then turned to look at the six figures by the mountain stream, carrying large cloth bags and munching on melon rinds, swaggering off in the southwest direction.
The Titled Douluo wiped the cold sweat from his face and secretly made a fierce vow:
We absolutely cannot get close to them!
These peasants dared to raid even Hell Road and the King of Slaughter. If I were to go up there, forget about my golden armor, I'd probably lose my Snake Lance to that girl as a pole to row a boat!
Meanwhile, outside the inner city side hall of the Slaughter City, in that stinking, muddy ditch...
A hand covered in black blood and mud trembled as it gripped the blue bricks along the edge of the ditch.
Tang San, like an old wild dog whose back had been broken by Carriage, spitting out black blood and foam, slowly crawled out of the sewer pit.
The small, heavy silver needle that he had painstakingly crafted over three days and three nights was stuck forlornly on the edge of his tattered trouser leg.
His forehead was covered in dried pickled cabbage soup and garlic peels, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the dark, purplish moon on the horizon.
Ling Yun... you wait.
Tang San gritted his teeth, pried a piece of moldy bone—leftovers from someone else's meal—from the mud, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it fiercely, and swallowed it. "I, a disciple of the Tang Sect, will never lose! I will endure one battle after another in this Hell Slaughter Arena! One hundred battles... As long as I win one hundred battles and obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, I will definitely go to Heaven Dou City and tear you to pieces."
He swore a vicious oath, struggled to turn over in the muddy water, his eyes filled with a morbid malice.
But he had no idea.
The hundred-game winning streak and the Divine Slaughter's Domain he had dreamed of and was prepared to risk his life for had already been used as ice to cool down a watermelon by his mortal enemy half an hour ago, leaving only a pile of red watermelon rinds.