Douluo: The blue phoenix cries loudly, and the wind whistles through the air

Chapter 281 This is my pass!
Upon entering the Kill Town, a scene of desolation comes into view.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. If you listened carefully, you could faintly hear the sounds of fighting coming from afar.

Ghost Leopard Douluo was neither tall nor burly, and he exuded a faint aura of gloom, making him appear not very strong.

Wu Qi, standing to the side, is quite good-looking, and the prominent veins on his arms when they are in a normal state clearly show signs of training.

Upon seeing the two men's appearances, several men hiding among the ruins in the distance analyzed the situation with smiles.

"Brother, that kid's really good-looking, why don't you let me have him?"

The leader glared at him, "What kind of person are you, wanting to sleep with even men?"

The younger brother scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Brother, this place is full of fighting and killing, it's so boring. I haven't touched a woman in half a year."

The leader scoffed, "Enough with the nonsense. Leave their blood as our entry ticket. Once we get to the Killing City, what kind of beautiful woman can't we have?"

In the eyes of the Fallen, the City of Slaughter is like the Garden of Eden.

That is indeed the case, but only the truly strong can enjoy all of this.

What kind of strength could these people have, hiding in the shadows and ambushing others?
Seeing that Wu Qi and Ghost Leopard Douluo looked out of place with the locals, they guessed that the two were adventurers who had wandered into this place by mistake.

If that's the case, then leave your life behind!

……

With Ghost Leopard Douluo's perception, he could see the location of everyone in the entire town.

Wu Qi, ever since he entered the town, had been observing the wind direction and flow.

A person's breathing affects the flow of air, which is clearly visible to him.

Instead of taking action, he waited patiently for the other party to take the bait.

Before long, when they reached the designated location, the Fallen Ones, who were hiding behind the ruins, quickly activated their Martial Souls and leaped into the air.

Among these three, there are two Great Soul Masters and one Soul Venerable, and their Martial Souls are incredibly diverse.

A faint smile appeared on Ghost Leopard Douluo's lips as his figure transformed into a blur and vanished from the spot.

The three people in the air were taken aback and quickly turned their attention to Wu Qi.

A crimson light flashed beneath Wu Qi's feet, and his figure gradually became ethereal. Three attacks passed through his body, but it was as if they hit the air, passing through without any resistance and causing no injury.

Since acquiring Xiao Wu's spirit ring, Wu Qi has never used his sixth spirit skill.

In addition, his soul power is of extremely high quality, so he is not afraid of the consumption brought by using a 100,000-year soul skill.

"Well then, it's my turn now."

To the horror of the three men, his wings transformed into a guillotine, easily severing their heads.

"One hundred thousand year soul ring!"

Seeing this, Ghost Leopard Douluo was extremely surprised.

He knew that the Hall of Offerings had recently captured Xiao Wu, but he didn't know what the Hall of Offerings would do next.

Unexpectedly, the spirit ring was absorbed by Wu Qi.

No wonder, the opponent's soul power can surge in a short period of time.

That's a 100,000-year soul ring, something even titled Douluo covet.

He landed back in his original spot, took out a glass container from his soul tool, and collected all the blood from the three of them.

Although Ghost Leopard Douluo had never been to the City of Slaughter, he learned about its rules from the information he had gathered before setting off.

Therefore, this influx of new blood is Wu Qi's passport.

After dealing with the three smaller foes, the two headed straight for the tavern in the center of town.

There were several corpses in front of the tavern, indicating that a fierce battle had recently taken place there.

Ghost Leopard Douluo glanced at them lightly, "The blood on these corpses has been drained. So, do you like the atmosphere here?"

Wu Qi shook his head.

He is not a degenerate, so why would he enjoy killing? And in such a cruel way at that.

Stepping up the steps in front of the door, the two entered the tavern. Only a few tables were occupied, and the men looked fierce and menacing. Upon seeing Wu Qi and Ghost Leopard Douluo, they couldn't help but sneer.

The tavern waiter, unaware of the two men's origins, said coldly, "This is not an ordinary tavern. If you've gone the wrong way, you still have a chance to leave."

Ghost Leopard Douluo didn't reply, but placed the container of fresh blood on the tavern counter.

The waiter raised an eyebrow, glanced at the two of them, and without saying anything, wiped the wine glasses himself.

Ghost Leopard Douluo transmitted his voice to Wu Qi, saying, "No one here is stronger than a Soul Saint, so I have nothing to do with you from here on out. I wish you success in your training."

After he finished speaking, his figure turned into a black shadow and disappeared from the spot.

The fallen one inside the tavern couldn't help but look up.

The fact that the other party could disappear without a sound clearly shows that their strength is superior to theirs.

But it's good that one strongman is gone; with Wu Qi and the others still there, they are fully capable of handling the situation.

Wu Qi didn't want to waste too much time.

He had learned about the rules of the Killing City beforehand.

Those who come to the tavern are all those who have submitted Bloody Mary. The passage will only be opened after everyone has arrived.

Currently, there are only a few scattered people sitting in the tavern, and it's unclear how long it will take before more people arrive.

He lightly tapped his fingers on the counter: "Open the passage, I'm in a hurry!"

The waiter remained unmoved, his expression still indifferent.

His behavior immediately drew the ire of a burly man, who demanded, "Newcomer, don't you know the rules?"

Wu Qi certainly knew the rules, but knowing that Bloody Mary contained a slow-acting poison, why did he still drink it?

Having a skull that's 100,000 years old, he's confident he can withstand the onslaught of killing intent, but that doesn't mean he'll actively increase his strength!

A glimmer of soul power shone on his forehead.

He has never used the 100,000-year-old skull since he obtained it.

"Spiritual head and soul bone skill: Illusion Space."

An invisible spiritual force was quietly released, and everyone present was affected!

In the eyes of these fallen ones, everything around them spun around, transforming into a blood-red infernal scene.

And they became little devils in hell.

Fear drove them to take up their weapons and begin killing each other.

Screams and sounds of fighting filled the air, and the tavern was thrown into an unprecedented commotion.

The clean floor was soaked in blood, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The waiter watched this scene in horror.

Wu Qi clearly didn't make any movement, so how did he manage to do that?

Seeing Wu Qi's gaze turn to him, even the waiter, who was used to killing, couldn't help but stagger and fall to the ground.

The mental-based soul skill attack is extremely unpredictable.

To this day, no one has noticed anything amiss.

The fallen within the tavern fought amongst themselves for a while, and almost all of them were wiped out.

The only survivor was severely injured and would soon die.

Wu Qi casually tossed out a feather blade, ending the other's painful life.

"May I go in now?"

His tone was quite calm, but to the waiter, it sounded like the words of a demon.

How could the two dare to disobey him? They immediately opened the passageway under the counter.

Looking down, there was a dark passage below, with eerie winds emanating from it from time to time, sending chills down one's spine.

(End of this chapter)