Douluo: A Yin, the weapon spirit, master of both bow and sword

A blood moon hung high in the sky, and the outline of the dark red castle was revealed in front of Ye Tianxing.

Ye Tianxing followed the messenger of hell, slowly walking along the wide and long stone path into the City of Slaughter.

What Ye Tianxing saw along the way was a world where only killing existed. There were no rules to speak of; killing and being killed were the eternal themes here.

"Don't I need to take an ID card?"

Ye Tianxing turned his head to look at the messenger of hell and asked.

The Hell Messenger smiled and shook his head: "As the sect leader of the Ye Clan, you have already made a name for yourself after the battle with the Spirit Hall. It is our honor that you can come to the City of Slaughter."

"The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena are too bloody. Now that you have entered the Slaughter City, you are, in principle, a member of the Slaughter City."

"However, the great King of Slaughter has opened a special channel for you. You can directly become a guest of the Slaughter City, without having to participate in the brutal battles of the Hell Slaughter Arena, and you can leave the Slaughter City at will."

Ye Tianxing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "Where did I get such a big face? This King of Slaughter is giving me special treatment. Could it be that he wants something from me?"

Ye Tianxing shook his head, looked directly at the Hell Messenger, and said, "I appreciate the King of Slaughter's kindness. To be honest, I came here to train myself. Slaughter City doesn't need to change its conditions for my sake. If I die in Slaughter City, it's because I'm not strong enough, and I can't blame anyone else."

The messenger of hell stared at Ye Ping'an in astonishment. This man was legendary. He founded a sect at a young age and made it flourish in just one or two years.

Even the King of Slaughter held Ye Ping'an in high regard and opened a special passage for him, but Ye Ping'an was ungrateful and insisted on participating in the battle of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

You must understand that the King of Slaughter, residing in the City of Slaughter, is supreme; his words are commands, are imperial edicts.

The messenger of hell, who was his loyal servant, did not immediately agree to Ye Ping'an's request, but instead took him to a decent place to live.

The small house was neatly furnished with tables, chairs, benches, beds, and quilts—everything one could need.

Ye Tianxing having a private bedroom on his very first day in the City of Slaughter is unprecedented in the entire history of the City of Slaughter.

The messenger of hell bowed slightly and said, "I will convey your request to the King of Slaughter. During my absence, please do not leave without permission, Sect Master Ye."

“Once you leave this house and enter the city, your life will be in danger.”

The messenger of hell disappeared into the darkness. Inside the large house, Ye Tianxing opened the window and looked down at the various people wandering around.

They are not human beings, but degenerates.

They craved blood, they craved slaughter, and they craved the approval of the King of Slaughter.

They believed that only through killing could they obtain everything. Therefore, the moment Ye Tianxing looked down, a vibrant life was instantly ended.

Ye Tianxing chuckled, and in the instant darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the unfamiliar Ye Ping'an.

Emerging from the darkness were fallen beings dressed in tattered black clothes and wielding various weapons. They were both men and women, with different appearances, but one thing was certain.

Ye Tianxing saw intense killing intent in their eyes, and the overwhelming smell of blood made him frown slightly.

"Are they afraid of me?"

Ye Tianxing shook his head. He was new here and had not yet shown his skills, so there was nothing they could be afraid of.

Where to stay!

That's right. In the city of slaughter, the fallen ones who have a place must either achieve a number of victories in the hellish killing field that ordinary people cannot reach.

Or they are special beings such as law enforcement teams or messengers of hell.

There's nothing wrong with the fact that the fallen are misunderstood.

Ye Tianxing brandished the Seven Star Sword in his right hand. He stepped onto the balcony and leaped down from the attic. The Fallen Ones surged forward like a tidal wave. Ye Tianxing slashed down with his sword, cleaving the leading Fallen One in two. He grinned, "This place is undoubtedly paradise for Tang San. His Blue Silver Grass has the ability to absorb blood to increase his cultivation. This City of Slaughter is simply nourishment!"

Ye Tianxing, being in the City of Slaughter, was unable to use his soul skills, and he couldn't even mobilize his most basic soul power.

Despite the numerous strict rules, Ye Tianxing still wielded the Seven Star Sword and slaughtered his way through the area. With a sweep of sword light, the corpses of five people were separated, and their heads rolled to the ground.

Just then, a broadsword came crashing down on him.

Ye Tianxing slightly turned his body, brushing past the knife. He raised his knee to strike, then drew his sword and slashed furiously, killing two people in succession.

As Ye Tianxing watched more and more fallen people gather, he couldn't resist the urge to join them and immediately plunged into the crowd.

The Seven Star Sword brushed past all sorts of weapons, and a perfect collision of sparks and blood unfolded in the killing city.

The Lord of Slaughter resides in the central area of ​​the castle, in an extremely magnificent building.

The pale, bloodless King of Slaughter sat on his throne. Only after absorbing the last trace of blood energy in front of him did his pale, weak face regain a little color.

The King of Slaughter finally caught his breath and sighed, "Why would Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall suddenly visit the City of Slaughter? There must be something wrong with this."

As the King of Slaughter pondered, he suddenly seemed to realize something.

"Tang Chen has a memory of Qian Daoliu. He is an extremely powerful opponent and Tang Chen's lifelong enemy. The fact that Qian Daoliu would come knocking on his door out of the blue means that he has found Tang Chen's whereabouts. Perhaps he already knows that I have taken over Tang Chen's body."

The King of Slaughter recalled his battle with Qian Daoliu, noting that the opponent's six-winged angel martial soul was too much of a counter to his own.

For a fleeting moment, the King of Slaughter almost allowed Tang Chen to gain the upper hand, but fortunately Qian Daoliu stopped in time, otherwise he would have been the one to die.

"Qian Daoliu is indeed a veteran powerhouse. It's best not to confront him if we encounter him again in the future."

Just then, the messengers of hell arrived.

She walked with alluring steps, swaying her slender waist, and approached the King of Slaughter, slowly bowing.

Has Ye Ping'an entered the city?

The hoarse voice of the King of Slaughter came through.

The messenger of hell nodded with a smile: "Ye Ping'an has entered the city, but..."

"But what?"

The King of Slaughter frowned slightly and asked.

The messenger of hell broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Sect Master Ye seems very dissatisfied with your arrangements. He insists on participating in the battle of the Hell Slaughter Arena. What do you think?"

The King of Slaughter was surrounded by surging blood energy, and a faint flame ignited before him.

"Look, Sect Master Ye has already integrated into my Slaughter City."

The King of Slaughter sneered.

The messenger of hell looked through the flames, and his expression changed slightly.

The scene depicted in the flames was Ye Tianxing slaughtering his way from the outer city directly into the inner city.

(End of this chapter)