This City of Slaughter Is an Industry of My Clear Sky Clan
The God of Time uttered a curse. "Ah, what happened?" The River of Time began to evaporate, and endless mists of time dissipated. This was a tremendous loss for the River of Time —this lost mists of time? They could never return.
The God of Time wanted to make amends, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed and could not stop the dissipation of the mist of time.
In the Slaughter City, Qin Fang followed the passage and stepped into it. As soon as he landed on the Outer City, he felt completely relaxed, every cell in his body cheering. A mysterious pattern condensed in his Spiritual Sea, like Taotie, devouring the evil and madness of the Slaughter City.
Qin Fang surveyed his surroundings. The environment was extremely dark, with black and red currents constantly swirling around him, and the Slaughter Poison was subtly seeping into his body. The dense aura of death, like a vast ocean, continuously seeped into Qin Fang's Spiritual Sea.
In the distance, several emaciated Soul Master, resembling Skeleton, approached Qin Fang with dangerous glints in their eyes. Were they planning to attack and bleed Qin Fang dry?
The rules of the Slaughter City dictate that everyone, regardless of who they are, must regularly contribute blood; by the way, you can also contribute someone else's.
These "Skeleton," seemingly tormented by fate, surrounded Qin Fang, their sharp blades gleaming coldly.
Qin Fang looked at them, smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth, and said in an innocent manner, "You? Do you need my help?"
"We need you to die!"
These "Skeleton," resembling dark crawling insects, weakly uttered these words before beginning their attack on Qin Fang.
Qin Fang widened, and he said, "It seems you really need my help."
As he spoke, Qin Fang unleashed the Body Sect's killing techniques, crushing their necks and stomping on their heads.
Qin Fang ignored them, calmly discarding their corpses and laughing, "No manners, they don't even know how to say thank you."
Qin Fang was covered in foul-smelling blood, looking like a demon crawling out of Blood Pool, cruel and ecstatic. He coldly looked at the restless "Skeleton" around him and laughed, "Need it too? Shall I help you get rid of it quickly?"
These "Skeleton," their eyes filled with terror, dragged their mangled bodies away; after all, it's better to live a wretched life than to die.
This person is a demon, an absolute demon.
The Soul Saint- level Enforcer from the Slaughter City stared coldly at Qin Fang, his arrogance tinged with conceit, and cursed, "Kid, looks like you're pretty arrogant."
As he spoke, the Enforcer was about to brandish his iron whip and teach Qin Fang a lesson.
Qin Fang grabbed his iron-studded whip, slowly walked up to him, patted his face playfully, and laughed maniacally, "Heh, someone like you, I can kill with a flick of my wrist. So, what are you being so arrogant about in front of me?"
Enraged, the Soul Saint realized he couldn't even snatch the Iron Spike Whip with his mere physical strength. His Soul Ring flashed, Skeleton materialized around him, and the oppressive aura of Soul Saint filled the air as he prepared to kill Qin Fang as a warning to others. What kind of nobody dares to challenge the authority of the Enforcer?
This Soul Saint happened to be Skeleton series Martial Soul, his entire body transformed into a pitch-black Skeleton Martial Soul Avatar, with yellow flames burning in his eye sockets.
Unexpectedly, the next second, endless black mist burst forth from Qin Fang's body, like the Kunlun Mountains, pressing down on this Soul Saint.
With a thud, the Soul Saint knelt on the ground, feeling as if the person in front of him was not Soul Master, but the most terrifying demon in the world. Even the Slaughter King had never given him this kind of oppressive feeling.
This feeling was driving him to the brink of collapse. It was as if he had encountered the Emperor of the Skeleton race, and he had actually dared to be so rebellious as to attack the Emperor.
Ah, right, how could he possibly use Martial Soul? This Soul Saint saw the phantom behind Qin Fang. From a cloud of black mist, a pair of scarlet, evil eyes condensed, staring intently at him, as if trying to drag him into hell.
Qin Fang reached out and grabbed his neck like an iron clamp. A gentle breeze blew as he laughed, "In your next life, remember to be a good Soul Master and don't be so arrogant."
Qin Fang crushed the Enforcer's throat, leaving him to die a painful death on the ground like a lump of mud.
After Qin Fang finished doing all this, he didn't even look at the complex expressions of envy, fear, and surprise in the eyes of the lower-level "Skeleton" on both sides. He just whistled to himself and stepped into the Inner City.
The aura of this Slaughter City pleased the Skeleton Emperor, who longed to break free.
The black energy emanating from his body seemed to be able to resist the seal imposed on him by the Slaughter City, causing his Soul Power to boil.
Simply put, Qin Fang could summon the Snow Empress and Ice Empress to fight at any moment. What was there for him to fear? Apart from the Slaughter King Tang Chen, who else could threaten him?
Although the Inner City of the Slaughter City was oppressive, it had finally regained some vitality. People were appearing in the shops, and Soul Master were on the streets; Qin Fang was like a catfish, and his intrusion made the entire Inner City lively.
The Evil Soul Master on both sides of the road stared intently at Qin Fang, seemingly trying to see through his nonchalant facade and uncover the true strength hidden beneath.
Qin Fang nodded with a smile and waved from time to time, looking like a sunny boy next door.
The Evil Soul Master within the Inner City sneered at Qin Fang, their mocking words falling like dust from the sky.
"Who is this person? I've never heard of him before."
"I feel like he probably has something wrong with his head."
"Hilarious! Who would laugh at him? He'll probably be killed soon. He's brainless."
"A useless person who doesn't know how to hide their talents."
"Hey, don't talk nonsense. He just killed a Soul Saint- level Enforcer in the Outer City."
These words immediately silenced eighty percent of the Evil Soul Master. Ah, how is that possible? With him? How could he possibly eliminate Enforcer?
"Did the Enforcer not use his Martial Soul? He was ambushed and killed by him."
"No, it was all aboveboard, even the Enforcer were Martial Soul Possession, yet he still managed to grab their necks and crush their throats."
"Holy crap, this guy, I thought he was just a clay figure, who would have thought he was a dragon crossing the river!"
Qin Fang remained harmless, slowly making his way towards the Slaughter Hall.
Da da da.
Tang Wudi, the Third Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, rode a tall horse, looking majestic and spirited as he surveyed the Inner City of the Slaughter City. He sneered at these fallen ones.
These corrupt individuals, daring to disobey the rules in the slightest, will be punished at best, and executed at worst. The Third Elder of the Clear Sky Sect seems to have long regarded the Slaughter City the Clear Sky Sect's property.
With such a large operation, he naturally has to keep an eye on it.
As for the previous Titled Douluo's Enforcer, Demon Shadow, he became his underling. What a joke! Does the Slaughter City really want Titled Douluo with such low cultivation to enforce the law?
This is a disgrace to Tang Chen's ancestors, a disgrace to the Clear Sky Sect, and a disgrace to the Slaughter City.
Tang Wudi wielded the Slaughter Whip, a unique torture instrument of the Slaughter City. With each lash, the evil and murderous aura it carried would double the pain.
Slap in the face, slap in the face, keep slapping in the face!