Upon seeing Ning Fengzhi arrive, Zhao Wuji immediately withdrew his Soul Skill and stepped forward to bow. "Zhao Wuji of Shrek Zhao Wuji greets Sect Master Ning and His Majesty Bone Douluo!"
Ning Fengzhi quickly helped her up, and said sincerely, " Immovable Wisdom King, you're too kind. I should be thanking you for your patient guidance of Rongrong."
Then, Ning Fengzhi took out a Gold Soul Coin Card from his storage ring and handed it to Zhao Wuji: "This is just a small gift, a token of my support for your school!"
Perhaps because he had spent too much time with Flender, Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up when he saw the Gold Soul Coin Card, and he thought to himself: Refusing now would be disrespectful to Ning Fengzhi.
Zhao Wuji readily accepted the Gold Soul Coin card, his expression beaming with a wide smile, "Thank you for your recognition, Sect Master Ning. Shrek will continue to support Rongrong's cultivation needs as always!"
When Ning Rongrong saw her father and Grandpa Bone arrive, she was overjoyed. She grabbed her father Ning Fengzhi's arm and began chattering as she introduced their training methods.
After lunch, Ning Fengzhi didn't linger. Before leaving, he told Ning Rongrong, " Grandpa Sword will come to pick you up for Soul Hunting in three days. From now on, you must cultivate diligently and take good care of yourself."
Ning Rongrong has indeed matured a lot, and repeatedly agreed.
With Ning Fengzhi's departure, everything at Shrek returned to calm.
Meanwhile, after traveling for more than ten days in the northern part of the Heaven Dou Empire, Tang Feng and Tang Lie finally found an unnamed town according to the map provided by the sect.
The town was shrouded in a perpetual fog, and even the sunlight seemed to carry a chilling grayness. A faint stench of blood and decay permeated the air, as if even the wind itself had stopped.
Tang Feng put away the map, his fingertips tracing the edge of the parchment. His gaze swept over the desolate town, where low houses leaned precariously, their walls covered in dark brown stains, indistinguishable as rust or dried blood.
Tang Feng's mind was clear. He met Tang Lie's gaze and said, "The entrance to the Slaughter City should be here."
The moment they stepped into the town, countless gazes, like Venomous Serpent, emerged from the shadows and clung to the two of them.
Those gazes held no curiosity, only pure, beast-like killing intent, as if they would pounce on Tang Feng like hungry wolves the moment he revealed the slightest weakness. Tang Feng could even hear a few suppressed swallowing sounds, like starving beasts.
Tang Feng silently thought to himself: Killing intent, even the air here is filled with killing intent.
Tang Lie snorted coldly, and his Soul Power fluctuations spread silently like ripples. The fluctuations were not violent, but they carried the unique, heavy, and oppressive feeling of Titled Douluo, like a mountain collapsing.
In an instant, all the prying eyes receded like a tide. In this place, weakness is the greatest original sin; the slightest hint of cowardice will attract a pack of wolves. And this is just an unnamed town outside the Slaughter City.
"Let's go." Tang Lie's voice was low. The two walked directly towards the only tavern in the very center of the nameless town.
The tavern had no sign, the door frame was rotten as if it had been eaten by insects for a hundred years, and there was a dark red scratch on the door panel, like a bloodstain from a fingernail.
The moment he pushed open the door, a wave of foul smells—a mixture of musty, alcoholic, and fishy stench—rushed towards him, causing Tang Feng to frown slightly.
The interior was pitch black; all the decorations were black, as if trying to devour all light. Despite it being daytime, stepping into this place felt like falling into eternal night, with a chilling coldness creeping up from the soles of your feet, like countless icy hands caressing your skin.
The sound of the door opening startled the patrons inside. They didn't look up, but merely glanced at the door out of the corner of their eyes, their gazes empty and indifferent, as if they were looking at a dead object.
They then turned their attention back to the dark red liquid in their hands, sipping it slowly and deliberately, letting out satisfied sighs as their Adam's apples bobbed.
Tang Feng's gaze fell on the cups and saucers. They were dark red, viscous, and had a pungent, fishy smell. Without even examining them, Tang Feng knew that it was human blood, whether fresh or old, but definitely human blood.
Tang Feng was not afraid of killing. The scene of half of the Clear Sky Sect's clansmen dying tragically, and the more than a year of fighting with Soul Beast in the Star Dou Great Forest, had already crushed and reshaped the innocent boy from his previous life.
Now, Tang Feng's hands are stained with blood, and his heart is as hard as stone. But the urge to drink blood like a wild beast still stirs up an uncontrollable wave of nausea in his chest, a Tang Feng instinct.
"Why drink human blood? Is it some kind of superior drink? They must be out of their minds." Tang Feng sneered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.
However, on the other hand, apart from people like Tang Feng who came here with the intention of gaining experience, everyone else is indeed out of their mind.
Ignoring the people who took pleasure in drinking human blood, Tang Feng found a spot in a corner and sat down with his grandfather. A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression walked over.
"What would you like to order?" The waiter thought Tang Feng was about to order.
"Where's the entrance?" Tang Feng asked directly, ignoring the waiter.
"No one is allowed to enter the Slaughter City without passing the test!" The black-clad waiter's expression immediately changed.
"A test? What kind of test?" Tang Feng's eyes were icy.
The waiter grinned, revealing a set of yellowed, rotten teeth, and gestured around the entire tavern. "Kill them all, or be killed by them."
Before he finished speaking, everyone in the tavern stood up at the same time, looking at Tang Feng with the eyes of hungry wolves staring at lambs.
Tang Feng moved, his spiritual power spreading wildly outwards.
At this moment, Tang Feng could clearly see that there were eighteen guests in the tavern besides himself, his grandson, and the waiters.
Of the eighteen people, seven were rapidly releasing their Soul Power, while the remaining eleven drew their weapons without hesitation. Not a single one of them managed to escape.
"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, only seven were Soul Master, and the one with the highest Soul Power was only Soul Ancestor with four Soul Ring. They rushed towards Tang Feng like madmen.
A flash of black light appeared in Tang Feng's palm as he summoned his Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black— the Clear Sky Hammer's terrifying pressure filled the entire room.
" Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!" someone screamed, their voice filled with terror. But it was too late.
Tang Feng stepped forward, his figure gliding into the center of the crowd like Gui Mei. The Clear Sky Hammer swept out, without any fancy Soul Skill or unnecessary preparation, only the purest and most brutal power.
Wherever the hammer wind passed, the air emitted a deafening roar, as if even space itself was about to be crushed.
The first Soul Elder to rush forward didn't even have time to unleash his Soul Skill before being struck in the chest by the hammer wind. He flew backward like a rag doll, crashing through a three-foot-thick stone wall, and landed as a pile of indistinct flesh, not even having time to let out a scream.
Blood splattered on Tang Feng's face, but Tang Feng didn't even blink. One hammer blow, one man, one life.
Ten breaths later, the tavern returned to deathly silence, with only blood slowly flowing down the cracks in the floor tiles, forming dark red streams.
The menacing "people" from a moment ago have now become real corpses, lying haphazardly on the ground, their pupils dilated, their faces frozen with the terror of impending death.
Tang Feng sheathed his hammer and stood up. With a slight flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on his black robe were dispersed by his Soul Power, turning into fine red mist that drifted away.
Tang Feng's expression was terrifyingly calm, as if he had merely crushed a few ants rather than reaped a dozen lives. This calmness even surprised Tang Lie, who was used to seeing all sorts of storms, and a complex, indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes.
The bartenders didn't panic despite the deaths of over a dozen people. They remained standing behind the bar, seemingly used to the scene, indifferent and numb, even expertly wiping the bloodstains splattered on the table.
Tang Feng slung the Clear Sky Hammer over his shoulder, his gaze sharp as a knife, and said calmly, "Now, am I qualified?"
"You think you can enter the Slaughter City by killing a few people?" The waiter glanced at Tang Feng coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You have to drink a Bloody Mary to get in..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Feng's figure had already appeared in front of the waiter like Gui Mei.
The waiter's pupils constricted sharply, clearly not expecting Tang Feng to attack him. He opened his mouth, but only managed to spit out a string of broken blood foam. The Clear Sky Hammer magnified rapidly in his eyes, carrying immense power, and instantly shattered his skull.
"Bang!"
Red and white substances splattered on the bar counter. The waiter's body slowly fell, blood gushing out like a fountain from the severed neck, staining the entire liquor cabinet red.
Tang Feng put away the hammer, his eyes remaining calm.