Entering Slaughter City: Asura's Projection Appears, a Blood Sacrifice Opens the Nether Path

Inside the small tavern, the murky stench of blood mingled with the smell of cheap liquor. Beneath the dim oil lamps, the Fallen Ones' bowed heads resembled withered weeds in the wind, utterly lifeless.

The instant Qian Daoliu's group stepped inside, the deathly atmosphere froze solid. Eyes hidden in the shadows rose in unison, flashing with the greedy ferocity of predators.

Then their gazes touched the pale golden halo surrounding Qian Daoliu-its radiance burned like the blazing sun. Like ants scorched by raging flames, the Fallen Ones abruptly lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe heavily. Their fingertips dug into the scratched tabletops, terrified of revealing even a trace of malice.

When they recognized the King of Slaughter cowering behind Qian Daoliu, storm-tossed waves surged through their eyes, and they stared in disbelief:

"Isn't that the King of Slaughter? Why is he... showing someone else the way?"

"Has the world gone mad? His word used to be law in Slaughter City. Why is he so respectful toward that man in gold?"

Their whispers buzzed faintly like gnats, only to vanish instantly beneath Tuoba Xuanfeng's piercing gaze.

The King of Slaughter felt the stares around him. A flicker of humiliation crossed his face, but he dared not hesitate.

He swept his broad hand outward, and dark golden soul power erupted. With a thunderous crash, the thick wooden bar shattered into splinters, revealing a pitch-black opening beneath it. Damp wind surged out, carrying an even stronger stench of blood that tightened their throats.

"Great Enshrined, the entrance is here. Please."

He bowed, his posture fawning to the extreme.

Qian Daoliu nodded and stepped onto the stone stairs first.

Golden soul power gathered around him in a translucent halo, driving the darkness back several feet and revealing the slippery moss and dried