The moment you step into the inner city, what hits you isn't the wind, but a thick, suffocating stench of blood and desire.
Unlike the oppressive atmosphere of the outer city, this is a thoroughly indulgent city of sin—gold and blood intertwine, extravagance and decay coexist. On both sides of the street, fountains inlaid with jewels gush forth not clear water, but scarlet liquor;
Instead of flags, the magnificent buildings were draped with skinned corpses, swaying in the wind, their dripping blood pooling into dark red streams on the ground.
Men and women were engaging in frenzied sexual intercourse on street corners, on steps, and even in full view of onlookers. The women's screams mingled with the men's maniacal laughter, like a twisted symphony. There was chaos here, a chaos so extreme it was appalling; agonizing screams intertwined with perverse laughter. In a corner, someone was brutally dismembering a victim, blood splattering on the laughing faces of the onlookers.
(Brothers, I actually wrote this part in a rather... bad way, so I changed it. I was mainly worried that it might cause me some trouble.)
"Ugh--" Hu Liena covered her mouth, her stomach churning. It wasn't that she was afraid of killing, but the depravity and decay here had crossed the line of humanity, making her feel physically nauseous.
But Huo Yuhao's eyes were colder than ever.
His Golden Pupils burned in the shadows, his killing intent flowing like a tangible force. Those intertwined bodies, those crazed faces, those souls sinking into bloodshed—in his eyes, they were nothing more than a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
"Whoosh--!"
The moment the Demon-Slaying Sword was drawn, the air seemed to be cleaved apart.
The sword flashed like snow, slicing across the first man's neck; his maniacal laughter was still frozen on his face. When the second woman was severed at the waist, fear didn't even have time to appear in her pupils. The third, the fourth, the fifth...
Huo Yuhao's steps never faltered; the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into the scythe of God of Death, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever it passed.
The Demon-Slaying Sword continued its relentless attacks, its cold light flashing like lightning, instantly piercing through three burly men who were committing violence. Their maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, their heads flying high into the air, blood splattering onto the walls like fountains.
Huo Yuhao didn't pause; he turned his sword and slashed to the other side.
Screams, wails, pleas for mercy... he paid no heed.
"You... you're insane?!" The woman in black veil's pupils constricted. She had never seen anyone like this before—he had just stepped into the inner city and immediately started a massacre without uttering a single word.
Huo Yuhao did not answer, but continued walking forward.
The Demon-Slaying Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, each swing precisely reaping lives. His steps were steady, his eyes cold, as if he were not killing, but sweeping away trash.
On the street, the previously frenzied crowd finally realized the danger, but it was too late.
The blood kept flowing.
The corpses piled up higher and higher.
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao's Golden Pupils grew brighter and brighter.
He wasn't indiscriminately killing—he beheaded the perpetrators; he gave the persecuted a swift death; and he didn't spare the bystanders who indulged in the bloodshed either. He killed men and women alike; he was fair.
"No one here is innocent."
The cold light of the Demon-Slaying Sword reflected in his icy Golden Pupils; wherever the sword's edge struck, life fell like grass. The revelry in the streets came to an abrupt halt, replaced by screams and splattering blood.
The guide's black veil was splattered with blood; she stood there, her pupils slightly contracted.
She had seen countless madmen in the Slaughter City, but none like Huo Yuhao... she had never seen one before.
He was not a berserker out of control, but a calm killer—without anger, without hesitation, without even a trace of emotion. He simply walked, with death following him like a shadow.
Even more terrifying is that he didn't use any Soul Skill; he turned the entire street into a river of blood simply by relying on the sharpness of his Martial Soul itself.
But when Huo Yuhao stepped into the Hell Slaughter Arena, his killing spree truly reached its climax.
The stands were filled with frenzied gamblers, betting not on victory or defeat, but on the manner of their deaths. The gladiators in the center of the arena were already bloodthirsty, the sand beneath their feet soaked dark brown with blood.
Huo Yuhao stood at the entrance, his Golden Pupils shining as brightly as the sun.
The next second, he stepped onto the battlefield.
Then—the massacre began.
Each swing of the Demon-Slaying Sword sends up a cloud of blood mist. The opponent's weapons, armor, and flesh crumble like paper before the blade's edge.
Ten people, twenty people, thirty people...
His sword moved faster and faster, his Golden Pupils grew brighter and brighter, as if the killing itself was providing him with power. The cheers from the audience gradually turned into a fearful silence, for they discovered—
This boy is not fighting.
He was just reaping the rewards.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
All that remained in Huo Yuhao's eyes was a bloodlust. In this Slaughter City shrouded in eternal night, he finally understood that one word—kill.
For the past six months, one bloody battle after another has never stopped. Hu Liena stood in the stands, her slender fingers gripping the railing tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She stared at the blood-soaked figure in the arena, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Huo Yuhao's black robe was no longer recognizable as its original color, stained dark red by layers of bloodstains. Some of the bloodstains had dried to a dark brown, while others were still fresh and shiny. Every time he swung his sword, a blood-red arc was drawn in the air.
"He won again..." Hu Liena murmured softly, her voice filled with barely concealed worry. She watched Huo Yuhao slowly walk out of the arena, his once clear, lake-like eyes now only filled with a chilling coldness.
Once upon a time, she thought her brother Xie Yue was a rare genius in the world. But since meeting Huo Yuhao, she has realized what a true monster is—that kind of talent that makes the world change color, that kind of terrifying potential that is unparalleled throughout the ages.
Love came unexpectedly. From the moment they first met, her heart was firmly captured by this boy. Falling in love with someone never needs a reason, and even if it does, the girl would find countless reasons for herself.
The moment she looked at him, it felt like an eternity had passed in her eyes. The flutter in her heart came so naturally, like the inevitable blooming of flowers in spring, or the inevitable stars in the night. She even began to imagine what their future would hold after they left this blood-soaked place...
But at this moment, she was more worried about the increasingly intense bloodlust in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Deep within the Slaughter City, in a dark and spacious hall.
A colossal throne stood atop the high platform, its back inlaid with blue and purple crystals that outlined a grotesque skull, seemingly mocking the cycle of life and death. Apart from this throne, a symbol of supreme power, everything in the room was stained a dark red, like congealed blood.
"Your Majesty, that fellow called ' Underworld King ' has been slaughtering people in the inner city for half a year..." A woman in black veil knelt on one knee, her voice low and reverent.
"Oh?" The man on the throne slowly opened his eyes, a hint of interest flashing in his crimson pupils. His voice was hoarse and oppressive, like a whisper from the depths of hell. "Continue."
"He killed half of the people in the inner city." The woman's voice trembled slightly. "His sword was too fast; even those powerhouses close to the Titled Douluo couldn't withstand him for more than a moment."
The King of Slaughter remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, a hint of barely perceptible apprehension in his laughter.
"Interesting... very interesting." He slowly stood up, his dark red cloak cascading down like waves of blood. "There's no need to contact him anymore. This person... is beyond our control."
The woman looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Your Majesty, you mean...?"
"His goal isn't simply to survive here." The King of Slaughter's gaze drifted into the distance, seemingly piercing through thick walls, fixed on the boy who grew stronger amidst blood and fire. "He's honing himself through slaughter, controlling that murderous aura that even I find chilling..."
He paused, his voice suddenly turning icy cold.
"The calamity of the Slaughter City... is coming."
P. S.: Throughout the entire Slaughter City, Huo Yuhao only came to understand one word: Kill!!!