Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

After all, Yu Xiaogang's strength was low, only level 29, and there were some things that he couldn't see at his level.

The result surprised Sikong Zheng. Yu Xiaogang was initially very surprised that Sikong Zheng knew about a place like the Killing City, and sternly warned Sikong Zheng not to have any ideas about the Killing City, as it was not a place he should go.

Fortunately, Sikong Zheng brought it up, and he reluctantly revealed that he didn't know about the City of Slaughter before, and was extremely shocked when he found out. He told Sikong Zheng that it was a friend of his from the Spirit Hall who mentioned it by chance.

Furthermore, through this friend, he had access to the Spirit Hall's library, where he learned a great deal of valuable information, which laid the foundation for his theories and benefited him greatly. He was very grateful to this friend.

The City of Slaughter had an agreement with the Spirit Hall, existing with the Spirit Hall's tacit approval. It was essentially a prison with no way out, a disguised form of custody for desperate evil spirit masters. It was precisely because of the existence of the City of Slaughter that there weren't many evil spirit masters causing trouble on the continent.

Whenever Yu Xiaogang talked about his friend from the Spirit Hall, he would show a sense of reminiscence and then let out a long sigh.

In short, after much effort, Sikong Zhengcai finally obtained Yu Xiaogang's map and made a hand-drawn copy.

After a month of enduring wind and rain, Sikong Zheng finally saw a small town. He was secretly excited and repeatedly compared the map to confirm that it was the right place.

"Phew, finally, finally we've arrived," Sikong Zheng stood on a rock, his eyes deep and thoughtful as he gazed at the dark town and murmured to himself.

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The Killing Tavern was filled with a murky atmosphere, and its interior was decorated entirely in black, giving it a cold and dark feel.

Sikong Zheng was familiar with the plot, so he tried his best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor as he entered.

As Sikong Zheng entered the tavern, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Well, including himself, there were seventeen guests in total.

As soon as Sikong Zheng entered the tavern, sixteen pairs of eyes simultaneously shot towards him. Fifteen of these eyes quickly looked away after a glance, while only one remained fixed on him.

Sikong Zheng frowned inwardly, quickly becoming cautious, and found an empty seat against the wall to sit down alone.

"What would you like to order?"

Sikong Zheng said calmly, "A cup of Yellow Springs Dew."

The waiter's eyes turned cold, and without asking any further questions, he turned and left.

Before long, a glass of murky liquid was brought to the table. The liquid was dark red and emitted a strong, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood. Of course, Sikong Zheng knew that this was human blood.

Sikong Zheng took a deep breath, having prepared himself mentally, and suddenly picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Ugh," Sikong Zheng was ultimately a normal person. He suppressed his physical discomfort and did not vomit. Although he had prepared himself from the beginning, his stomach still churned.

On the surface, Sikong Zheng calmly put down his cup, his immortal body automatically activating to quickly dispel the slight toxicity from the Yellow Spring Dew. He closed his eyes to alleviate the resulting psychological discomfort.

Just as Sikong Zheng was silently adjusting himself, the burly man who had been eyeing him from the beginning gradually approached.

"Hey kid, come with me," the lewd man said, his hot breath hitting Sikong Zheng's ear with a lewd laugh.

His ears suddenly itched, and he almost lost his composure.

Ah, I'm not clean anymore.

Damn, what a pervert! In the tavern, Sikong Zheng was the thinnest and youngest, with delicate skin. No wonder this bastard had been staring at him ever since he entered the tavern. Damn it.

Sikong Zheng's eyes widened in anger, his killing intent surging.

The petrification was activated, and in the blink of an eye, the person was like a wooden statue.

Sikong Zheng moved instantly, his right arm whipping up a whistling wind, carrying a powerful and explosive force, and slammed towards the lewd man with ill intentions.

The sleazy burly man was suddenly startled, never expecting that this seemingly innocent lamb would suddenly attack with murderous intent.

However, he also had blood on his hands and was not someone to be trifled with. After realizing what was happening, he refused to back down and retaliated with a powerful right punch.

Crack! A terrifying sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by a small hole being blasted into the black wall behind the burly man.

Whoosh! A dozen pairs of eyes suddenly changed color as they looked at the humanoid wooden figure, their previous nonchalance gone, and a dangerous signal flashing in their eyes.

The sleazy big man had been at a disadvantage in the previous exchange of blows. His right arm had disappeared, having been blasted off cleanly by Sikong Zheng, leaving only a small crater in the wall behind him, while his arm had exploded into pieces on the wall.

Sikong Zheng looked at his right arm, clenched his fist, and nodded in satisfaction at the explosive power of his punch, a testament to the reward for his daily arduous training.

Sikong Zheng grinned, a sinister smile on his face. "Heh, what, want to try again?"

The sleazy-looking man touched his empty right arm, surprisingly not intimidated by Sikong Zheng, but his eyes remained solemn.

The sleazy giant remained silent, but Sikong Zheng responded with three soul rings rising from his body, white and yellow in color, indicating he was a Soul Master.

Well, anyone who dares to come to the City of Slaughter has a way to die, but none of them are afraid of death.

"Heh," Sikong Zheng glanced at it disdainfully, thinking, "Damn it, this guy dares to disgust me."

The burly man raised his spiked club with his left hand and charged forward with a roar.

Four soul rings, yellow and purple-black, rose from beneath Sikong Zheng's feet. Without hesitation, a thick tree root pierced through the ground.

With a soft splat, the burly man was pierced through the chest by a tree root without any resistance, creating a large, blood-red hole that left him suspended in mid-air.

The burly man, who was not completely dead, had his soul power drained again, and stared at Sikong Zheng with resentment.

The wooden roots began to coil around the blood hole, as if Susanoo's hand had grasped it, and under Sikong Zheng's control, they were violently smashed against the wall.

Boom! Crash! Rocks fell, bits of flesh flew everywhere, and blood rained down.

A bloody feast, the aesthetics of violence.

The tree roots, which had slammed into the wall along with the burly man, slowly receded into the ground, stained with blood.

Sikong Zheng coldly looked at the remaining dozen or so people. He was determined to kill them all; having already begun the killing spree, he showed no more mercy.

These people, whose soul rings suddenly appeared, were all Soul Masters.

Before long, a dozen tree roots that had been blocking the blood-stained wall slowly retreated back into the ground, leaving only many incomplete corpses stuck to the wall.

Surprisingly, Sikong Zheng stared at the pile of mangled flesh and scraps on the ground without feeling nauseous. Instead, he felt a kind of manic pleasure after killing someone, but it wasn't enough.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter, sir," the waiter said with a sinister smile, seemingly unconcerned about the blood and gore scattered on the ground.

After saying that, he turned around and went to the liquor rack behind him. He gently turned one of the black bottles, and with a click of the mechanism, the bar counter slowly moved away.

With a deafening roar, a huge hole appeared in the ground, and a chilling wind blew up from below.

When Sikong Zheng entered, all he could see was darkness.

Sikong Zheng remained calm, activating the powerful soul force contained within his immortal body. However, this time, no soul rings appeared; instead, several tree roots emerged from beneath his feet, tentatively probing forward.

Sikong Zheng followed closely behind the unobstructed Wood Release, advancing slowly.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from all directions, "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with carnage. Here, you can get anything you want, but the price is your life."

Sikong Zheng ignored him and continued on his way.

Before long, Sikong Zheng's view was no longer pitch black; there was a brightly lit gate in sight.

Sikong Zheng felt a slight surge of excitement; they had finally arrived.

The Yellow Spring Dew he had drunk earlier, after being refined by the immortal's body, finally turned into a breath of turbid air, which he exhaled gently. With his breath flowing smoothly, he walked towards the light with the wind beneath his feet.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng looked up slightly and saw, unsurprisingly, a purple moon hanging in the dark sky.

Lower your gaze, and you'll see a black city nestled on the black earth, its thick black walls extremely wide.

"Is this the City of Slaughter?" Sikong Zheng murmured to himself, looking at the black city walls.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter," the sound of horses' hooves pulled Sikong Zheng back to reality.

A figure clad in black armor sat atop a tall warhorse, holding a long black spear. His horse was also covered in thick black armor.

However, this black-armored knight was not followed by a hundred black-clad warriors.

Sikong Zheng frowned inwardly. Was he going to be tested again?