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

Chapter 282 The City of Killing

Wu Qi ignored the waiter's actions and jumped in.

After seeing off the "plague god," the two waiters felt as if they had been granted a pardon and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

Facing Wu Qi, they felt unprecedented pressure.

This was perhaps the closest they had ever come to death in their entire lives.

Standing up, looking at the mess in the tavern, the two sighed repeatedly, picked up containers, and prepared to collect the blood from the corpses.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew open the tavern's gate, and Ghost Leopard Douluo reappeared.

"you!"

The two waiters were horrified.

Wu Qi, who was looked down upon, nearly killed them.

So, would Wu Qi's companion also target them?
Ghost Leopard Douluo wasn't interested in them. He crossed his arms and sternly rebuked them, "Since you're here, why hide? Do you want me to invite you out?"

At some point, a woman emerged from the passageway beneath the counter.

Beneath the veil, a faint smile appeared on her face: "I apologize for not welcoming you properly, Senior Title Douluo."

Hearing the noise, the two waiters turned around to look.

Upon seeing the newcomer, they hurriedly knelt down and respectfully said, "Welcome, messenger of slaughter."

At the behest of the killer, the two waiters quickly left the tavern and closed the door to ensure no one was eavesdropping.

The killer changed his expression, adopting a accusatory stance.

"The great King of Slaughter is very dissatisfied with the recent performance of your Spirit Hall."

Ghost Leopard Douluo snorted: "King of Slaughter? Heh, he's not the king of our Spirit Hall."

"I feel it's necessary to remind you to be mindful of your position, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that the High Priest and His Holiness the Pope won't make a misjudgment, thereby affecting the relationship between the two sides!"

The killer was about to unleash his fury when he suddenly stopped, his face grim as he asked, "When will the next batch of grain arrive?"

"The food reserves in the City of Slaughter are only enough to last for a month. After that, the great King of Slaughter cannot guarantee that these fallen ones won't flee the City of Slaughter!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo remained expressionless as a powerful soul force locked onto the Slaughter Messenger, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Remember, you are just one of the Spirit Hall's partners, not the only one! You should feel honored that the Spirit Hall is willing to give you a handout. If they're not willing to give you anything, you'd better keep your cool!"

The Slaughter Envoy used all his strength to say, word by word, "Spirit Hall, do you intend to break the agreement?"

"The great King of Slaughter is not your vassal!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo was ordered to put the King of Slaughter in check, so he wouldn't ruin the cooperation between the two sides.

He paused, then withdrew his soul pressure and stated the Spirit Hall's conditions: "The food will be delivered tomorrow, but the Grand Elder needs the King of Slaughter's help with one thing."

"The young man who just went in is a core member of my Spirit Hall. If he dies in the City of Slaughter, I can't guarantee that the Grand Elder won't take any drastic actions."

"Of course, the High Priest will not make things difficult for you, nor will he be the King of Slaughter's babysitter."

"If the King of Slaughter intervenes and saves him, it means his trial has failed, and he should be sent out of the City of Slaughter."

"Well done! The Spirit Hall will send a batch of people over next month for the King of Slaughter to use at will!"

After saying that, Ghost Leopard Douluo's figure disappeared from the spot.

The Slaughterer glanced at the passageway beneath the counter, momentarily stunned.

This wasn't the first time the Spirit Hall had made demands of them, but as long as they continued to receive a steady stream of food to ensure the existence of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter would comply.

……

Passing through the dark notice board, Wu Qi activated his martial spirit, flapping his wings to slow his descent.

In no time, they landed on the passageway.

Looking into the distance, the passageway seemed to have no end, and it was pitch black everywhere.

From now on, he can only use his Martial Soul, but not any Soul Skills. Logically speaking, he has already violated the rules of the City of Slaughter, and someone should be causing him trouble.

But at this moment everything was quiet, and no footsteps could be heard.

Just as he took a step forward, a voice sounded behind him.

"who!"

Wu Qi suddenly turned around and assumed a fighting stance.

The newcomer was none other than the Slaughterer.

Since Wu Qi is a genius of the Spirit Hall, she should personally receive him.

“I am not your enemy, but a killer. I will now explain everything here to you and lead you into the true city of slaughter.”

Seeing the other person's attire, Wu Qi breathed a slight sigh of relief and made a "please" gesture.

The Slaughterer led the way, with Wu Qi following behind.

On the way, the former told Wu Qi a lot about the City of Slaughter, in great detail, more than Wu Qi had learned from the documents.

The Slaughterer also specifically reminded that Soul Bone skills can be used here, while only Soul Ring skills are restricted.

"Soul bones are highly sought after in the world of Soul Masters, and the same is true here."

Having one more soul skill increases your chances of winning.

The Fallen will surely fight like madmen over the Soul Bones when they see them.

Therefore, before his fearsome reputation spreads, Wu Qi should keep a low profile to avoid unnecessary trouble.

……

As they spoke, the two arrived at the towering city wall.

Two armored guards stood at the city gate. Upon seeing the messenger of slaughter, they exchanged glances and then allowed him to enter the city.

They are now in the outer city.

Killing is forbidden here; one can survive by paying Bloody Mary every month.

As for the source of Bloody Mary, it can be her own or someone else's.

As you walk through the streets of the outer city, you can see degenerate people everywhere, like the walking dead.

The fighting in the inner city was too brutal for the average fallen one to handle, so they chose to hide here.

But as long as they sell their blood in exchange for a peaceful life, their fate is already sealed—they become blood slaves.

Under the pressure of the Spirit Hall, the Slaughter Envoy reminded him: "You can wait until the protection period ends, then enter the inner city and kill one or two people. For the foreseeable future, you can live in the outer city temporarily to adapt to the environment here."

"But only after you've fully integrated yourself should you consider the battles in the hellish killing field."

Wu Qi had no desire to be assimilated by this place, so he shook his head and refused the other party's offer.

"Take me to the inner city, and I will participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena competition today."

The Slaughterer did not object.

If Wu Qi forces the King of Slaughter to take action in the very first match, it will save them some trouble.

Passing through the outer city and entering the inner city, a completely different scene unfolds.

There was fighting everywhere, and corpses were scattered all over the place.

In the direction of the Hell Slaughter Field, a large number of Fallen Ones were besieging one person.

The Slaughterer chuckled and said, "Here, the strong are often the targets of concentrated fire."

"To truly achieve 100 wins, skill and luck are inseparable."

"Even so, do you still want to participate in the Hell Killing Arena competition?"

(End of this chapter)