Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

In the audience, Siegfried turned her head slightly and looked at Leosley.

Higewen whispered, "Duke, should we follow them?"

"Let's go, let's go see the boss here."

Leosley smiled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

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Deep within the hellish killing arena, dim yellow lights cast crimson shadows. Tang San and Dai Mubai followed closely behind the Crimson Envoy, their eyes filled with wariness and confusion. The clamor of the audience gradually subsided, replaced by silence.

They passed through a dark red doorway and entered the heart of the Killing City.

The decor here is completely different from the outside. Dark red crystals are inlaid on the walls and floors, emitting a faint glow, as if you are in some kind of mysterious space.

Dai Mubai frowned and whispered to Tang San, "Little San, have you noticed?"

"Hmm!" Tang San responded, clearly understanding what Dai Mubai meant.

He felt something was off as soon as he came in.

"You two, come here."

The Crimson Messenger stopped in a dark red room, inside which was an exceptionally large chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the back, making it look terrifying and eerie.

The room was empty except for various strange crystal pillars placed around the chair.

Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged a glance, then stepped forward. Their eyes were filled with wariness and questions.

The crimson messenger's deep voice echoed in the room: "The great king wishes to see you."

King of Slaughter?
Upon hearing this name, Dai Mubai couldn't help but shudder.

Although he hadn't been to the Hell Slaughter Arena for long, he had heard of the legend of the King of Slaughter.

The supreme ruler of the entire Killing City.

Within the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter can rule over anything; he is not only powerful but also a bloodthirsty tyrant.

What Tang San didn't know was that this so-called King of Slaughter was the black-robed man who had saved his life last time.

He was even a little scared if the King of Slaughter wanted to slit his throat.
The Crimson Messenger's voice rang out again: "Wait, let me speak to the King first."

After speaking, the Crimson Envoy turned and walked to the other side of the room, stopping in front of a dark red wall. Tang San and Dai Mubai stood warily in place, their eyes fixed on the Crimson Envoy.

The Crimson Messenger knelt on one knee and whispered something.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy, as if an irresistible force permeated the air.

The King of Slaughter sat on an exceptionally large chair in the room. His face was obscured in the darkness, but his imposing stature was evident.

He did not turn his head, nor did he respond to the Blood Messenger's words.

Clearly, he had no intention of seeing Tang San.

Or rather, if it weren't for the God of Asura, he would have wanted to kill Tang San outright!
The Crimson Envoy slowly rose, walked to Tang San and Dai Mubai's side, and said in a low voice, "Go to the main hall now."

Tang San frowned and asked, "The main hall? What for?"

He always felt that something was wrong.

The Crimson Messenger didn't answer, only giving them a cold glance. The atmosphere in the room froze again, the killing intent intensifying.
At the other end of the hellish killing field, Siegwen's gaze fell on the blood-red corridor that was faintly visible in the darkness.

She could sense that the King of Slaughter was there.

“Duke, shall we go in?” Siegwen asked Leosley.

"Higwen said softly, her gaze still fixed on the dark doorway. Leosley stood beside her, his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, seemingly unmoved by the sight before him.

A heavy, unpleasant stench of blood mingled with the smell of decay permeated the air. Dark red crystals, embedded in the surrounding walls, emitted a faint glow that cast a chilling light on the faces of the group.

Occasionally, a few low growls could be heard from afar, like the low moans of wild beasts or the wails of the dead.

Higgin's ears twitched slightly as she caught those subtle sounds.

"Halt! This is the King's palace. Unauthorized persons are not permitted!" Hundreds of black knights surrounded Leosley and Siegwen. The leading heavy knight exuded a murderous aura that was almost fully materialized.

Hundreds of black knights surrounded them like a black city wall.

The leading heavy knight was clad in thick black armor, his eyes beneath his helmet gleaming with a chilling red light, and the greatsword in his hand gleamed with a sinister glint, as if it could cleave the air at any moment and cut down any obstacle in his path.

His murderous aura was almost tangible, condensing around him and creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Black Knights took a single step forward in unison, the sound of their iron boots striking the ground echoing through the empty corridor, sending shivers down one's spine. Their movements were mechanical and ruthless, as if they were already accustomed to this chilling scene.

The air was thick with the smell of metal and leather, mixed with the stench of blood and sweat, making it suffocating.

Leosley frowned slightly, but still tried to be polite first before resorting to force.

“We mean no harm, we just want to see the King of Slaughter.”

The Black Knight Commander sneered, showing disdain for Leosley, who couldn't use his soul skills here. His voice was hoarse and cold: "The King's Palace is not to be desecrated. Trespassers shall die!"

Higewen took a small step back, but had already quietly pulled out a tranquilizer gun.

If these people dare to make a move, she will definitely be one step ahead of them.

Leosley remained standing, motionless. His gaze was indifferent, as if the hundreds of Black Knights before him were nothing more than dust drifting in the wind.

His black overcoat appeared even more somber under the dark red crystal light, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

The Black Knight Commander stared coldly at Leosley, his voice piercing like an ice blade: "Final warning, leave, or die!"

"Can't we go in?" Leosley sighed softly.

It seems that here, fists still trump words!
But what's that saying again?

Getting in is much easier than getting in through an exam.

The Black Knight Commander's lips curled into a ferocious smile, and the red light in his eyes burned even brighter: "Since you insist on courting death, then so be it!"

The heavy knight swung his lance, launching a rapid thrust at Leosley. A sharp killing intent enveloped the lance, and the heavy knight seemed to already foresee the death of the black-haired boy opposite him.

Once Leosley dies, he'll really enjoy this little girl by his side.

The gun tip, carrying a chilling killing intent, was aimed directly at Leiosley's throat. A layer of frost seemed to have solidified in the air, freezing even breathing. Siegwen's finger was already on the trigger of the tranquilizer gun, her eyes sharp, ready to strike at any moment.

However, Leosley remained standing, motionless. His figure appeared unusually serene in the dim light, like a statue, allowing the deadly spear tip to approach. (End of Chapter)