Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, Your Holiness, Please Behave Yourself

Chapter 348 The Eye of Asura (6000-word long chapter)

Several days later, in a remote corner of a small town on the edge of an unnamed forest, a drab brick house nestled between two withered trees, with a faded wooden sign hanging crookedly on the eaves.

Huo Yuhao pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a smell mixed with cheap liquor, greasy meat, and a faint stench of blood wafted out.

In the not-so-large space, there were seven or eight greasy wooden tables, with a dozen or so figures scattered around them. Everyone had their heads down, either slowly wiping their weapons or drinking strong liquor from large, rough porcelain bowls. No one spoke, but the air was thick with an unyielding tension.

Every now and then, everyone's gaze would slip out from under their lowered eyelashes, staring intently at the storage soul tools hanging from the waists and wrists of others. The greed in their eyes was like that of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights seeing a plump lamb, wishing it could pounce on it immediately and devour it clean, bones and skin.

They all came for the Killing City.

The edge of this nameless forest is the last stop on the way to the Killing City, and this unassuming little restaurant is the only entrance to that sinful land.

Those who can come here have countless lives on their hands, each carries a heavy bounty, and each is a demon walking in the darkness.

Just then, a "creak" sounded—

A louder-than-usual door opening broke the deathly silence in the restaurant.

The people in the restaurant almost instinctively looked up, their movements so synchronized as if they had been trained.

A figure dressed in a white and gold robe walked in unhurriedly. The robe was made of excellent material, which seemed out of place in this restaurant full of grease and blood.

The boy was tall and slender, with a graceful figure. His long blue hair was tied up with a white hairband, revealing his smooth forehead.

His eyebrows and eyes were extremely delicate, his nose was high and straight, his lips were soft, his skin was almost pale and delicate, and his eyes seemed to contain the sea, yet his gaze was indifferent, with a kind of aloof coldness.

In an instant, all eyes lit up.

Amazing, greedy, fiery, and undisguised malice, like countless needles, densely pierced the boy's body.

"Tsk tsk, this kid is really handsome." Someone clicked their tongue softly, their voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear. "So handsome that it's hard to tell if he's male or female. If you took him to bed—"

The swear words faded into the air, accompanied by a few malicious laughs.

The newcomer was none other than Huo Yuhao.

After settling everything at the Spirit Hall yesterday, he left Spirit City without stopping and went to the City of Slaughter.

After all, Huo Yuhao's time is extremely precious right now; it's practically a race against time.

Who knows when Tang San will become a god? Before Tang San becomes a god, Huo Yuhao must increase his strength as quickly as possible.

Huo Yuhao's fingertips curled slightly, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched quietly. His eyes remained calm, but his heart was churning with an unquenchable turmoil.

Huo Yuhao ignored the gazes that were either greedy, amazed, or scrutinizing, as if he hadn't heard the vulgar words. He walked straight through the scattered tables and chairs to the counter.

Huo Yuhao's voice was gentle and calm, yet it carried an undeniable certainty: "Hello, I want to enter the City of Slaughter."

Upon hearing this, the restaurant, which had previously been filled only with the sounds of clinking bowls and chopsticks and heavy breathing, instantly fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone froze in place as if under a spell, then turned to look at the boy in front of the counter, their eyes filled with shock, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

"What did he say? This kid wants to go to the Killing City?" someone exclaimed in shock, the absurdity in their voice almost overflowing.

"Is he here to die?" another man sneered, putting down his wine bowl and brazenly scrutinizing Huo Yuhao as if he were a piece of merchandise.

"With such delicate skin and tender flesh, unable to carry anything, I'm afraid that as soon as you enter the gates of the Killing City, those starving guys will devour you until there's not even a bone left."

"Hehe, in my opinion," a burly man with a face full of scars licked his chapped lips, his eyes filled with an almost tangible greed, "why don't we make our move first and take this kid down? We can not only steal his soul tool, but also—have a good taste of this tender flesh. It'll make this trip worthwhile."

The foul language drifted into Huo Yuhao's ears through the murky air, but his gaze remained unmoved, and he didn't even furrow his brow.

These people were exactly as he had predicted.

The outskirts of the Killing City are home to the dirtiest and most violent scum of the continent. They make a living by bullying the weak and indiscriminately killing the innocent, displaying the ugliness of human nature to the fullest extent.

A cold disgust swept through Huo Yuhao's heart. It seemed that once he obtained the inheritance of Shura City, there would be no need for the Slaughter City to exist.

As for the remaining evil spirit masters on the mainland, he would simply sweep them all away before he became a god.

Just then, two waiters in gray short jackets came out of the kitchen, their faces expressionless, like two soulless puppets. They went straight to the counter and placed a glass filled with dark red liquid in front of Huo Yuhao.

The liquid was as thick as congealed blood, and it emitted a nauseating, fishy smell.

"Drink this, and you'll be able to enter the place you mentioned." The waiter's voice was flat and monotone, as if he were reciting some kind of fixed incantation.

Bloody Mary.

Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on the dark red liquid in the glass, the strong smell of blood lingering around his nose, along with a faint fluctuation of soul power.

Huo Yuhao's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of disgust.

Using such a sinister substance as an entry certificate, the Killing City truly lived up to its name. His spiritual power quietly spread out, enveloping the Bloody Mary, and he instantly discerned its ingredients. They were nothing more than cheap drugs used to bewitch people and incite their inner violence; to him, they posed no threat whatsoever.

But he refused to do as they wished.

Huo Yuhao reached out, his slender, fair fingers gently grasping the glass. Then, he slowly pushed the glass back, the gentle smile on his lips still there, but his eyes had dimmed slightly: "No need."

This action immediately drew a burst of laughter.

"What? You don't dare to drink?" The burly man with the fierce face slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking down at Huo Yuhao with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

"I bet you're some pampered young master who sneaked out looking for thrills, huh? Get back home and drink your milk!"

This is not a place for you!

"You don't even dare touch Bloody Mary, yet you dare mention Slaughter City?" A skinny man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face chimed in, his gaze fixed on Huo Yuhao's face like a viper's tongue. "Kid, you're so handsome, why don't you come with me? Serve me for two weeks, make me comfortable, and I might consider taking you in. I guarantee you'll survive three days in Slaughter City."

"Come on, with your character, you probably wouldn't last three days. Protecting someone?" someone sneered, then turned to Huo Yuhao, their tone even more flippant. "Kid, why don't you come with me? I'm much more capable than him. I'll guarantee you a life of luxury in the City of Slaughter, how about it?"

Taunting and sarcastic remarks followed one after another, buzzing like flies, which was annoying.

Huo Yuhao spoke slowly, his voice still calm, yet carrying a chilling penetrating force: "So, each and every one of you here has several lives on your hands?"

The laughter stopped abruptly as soon as he said that.

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became eerie.

"Hahaha! This kid's probably scared out of his wits!" The burly man with a face full of scars paused for a moment, then burst into an even more arrogant laugh. "You dare ask us a question like that? Kid, are you tired of living?"

"Kid, I'm known as Blood Killer, I specialize in killing the old, young, women and children!" A man with a scar on his face slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. A jet-black spirit ring suddenly rose from his feet, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, four spirit rings pulsed under his feet, radiating a violent aura.

"I've killed at least eighty or a hundred people! You're all delicate, aren't you afraid of pain? Believe me, one stab and you'll wish you were dead!"

"Don't scare him."

The skinny man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face quickly stopped the scarred man, a lewd smile on his face. "Such a fine face, it's such a waste to ruin it. Kid, if you know what's good for you, come over here and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury. It's better than dying here, don't you think?"

A chorus of agreement rose and fell, each person wearing a sinister smile, as if they were certain that Huo Yuhao was an inexperienced pushover who could be easily manipulated.

Huo Yuhao's eyes turned completely cold.

His mental power had already revealed everything about these people.

The highest level of soul power is only the Soul Emperor realm, and the lowest is only the Soul Venerable realm. Such strength might allow one to run rampant in the outside world, but in his eyes, they are not even ants.

Moreover, none of these people are innocent.

Huo Yuhao slowly closed his eyes. His clear eyes were like a bottomless, cold pool, calm and still, yet containing a chilling aura that made people's hearts tremble.

Since that's the case, then there's nothing more to say.

Huo Yuhao's lips moved slightly, his voice very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were talking to the air: "Since that's the case, then there's nothing more to say."

"What is he muttering about?" someone frowned, looking puzzled.

"Are you really scared out of your wits by us?" another person sneered, his tone full of disdain.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with mockery. Only a few astute individuals sensed something amiss. The boy's calmness was too abnormal; the indifference in his eyes didn't seem like fear, but rather—a condescending judgment.

A chill crept up their spines.

Just then, Huo Yuhao raised his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present, his eyes, as cold as a deep pool, remained completely still.

His voice rang out lightly, like a breeze, yet like a thunderclap, striking everyone's hearts: "Please, all of you, die here."

The gentle smile had vanished completely, leaving only a cold indifference.

Upon hearing this, the smiles on everyone's faces froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place. A chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making their blood seem to freeze.

Their years of living on the edge of death had given them an almost instinctive awareness of danger. The young man before them seemed harmless, like an innocent scholar, but his words carried a chilling ruthlessness, a cold indifference that regarded human life as worthless, even colder than those of these desperate criminals.

It was as if, in their eyes, they really were just a group of ants.

"court death!"

The scarred man was the first to react, letting out a furious shout that echoed throughout the restaurant. He was already known for his violent temper, and being provoked like this by a mere youth instantly ignited his rage.

He suddenly stood up, and his pitch-black spirit rings suddenly lit up. Six spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—pulsated beneath his feet, emitting a rich fluctuation of spirit power.

This scarred-faced man is clearly a Soul Emperor-level expert.

The next moment, a gleaming scythe appeared in his hand. The scythe was entirely black, its blade coated with deadly poison, shimmering with a chilling light.

The scarred man gripped the scythe with both hands and slashed fiercely at Huo Yuhao, pouring his soul power into it, creating a whistling wind. The force was so great that it seemed he wanted to split Huo Yuhao in two.

The people in the restaurant looked on with regret upon seeing this.

What's regrettable isn't the loss of a young life, but the fact that such a beautiful body is about to become a bloody, mangled corpse.

Some have even begun to plan how to divide up the soul tools on the boy's body after his death, and how to—play with his corpse.

Huo Yuhao stood still, without moving an inch, not even lifting his eyelids, only blinking slightly.

With such paltry tricks, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?

It's ridiculous.

A hint of disdain flashed through his mind.

The scarred man's attacks seemed fierce, but under the protection of his mental power, they were full of flaws. The trajectory of the scythe and the flow of soul power were clearly presented in his mind.

Even if he were only at the Soul Master level, let alone now that he's a god, he could easily dodge this attack.

Moreover, he didn't need to hide at all.

Huo Yuhao's mental power had already reached the peak of the third-level god realm, and he was only one step away from stepping into the second-level god realm of mental power.

Dealing with these Soul Venerables and Soul Masters is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Just as the scythe was about to strike Huo Yuhao's head, a sudden change occurred!

In mid-air, the scarred man who was wielding a knife suddenly exploded without warning!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, like an inflated ball being punctured, the scarred man's body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, mixed with bits of flesh and bone, which flew towards his trousers.

The warm liquid fell onto the faces and bodies of those around them, carrying a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the restaurant.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape as they stuffed an egg into their mouths, their faces filled with disbelief.

They watched helplessly as the scarred man exploded in mid-air, not even having time to utter a scream before turning into a pool of blood and flesh.

What... what's going on?

The boy stood still, without moving an inch!

Fear, like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelmed their hearts.

The next moment, everyone snapped out of their daze, their mockery and disdain instantly replaced by ferocity and fear. They knew they had kicked a hornet's nest! This young man was no pampered young master at all, but a ruthless character who had been hiding his true strength!

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

The burly man with a fierce face roared and was the first to react.

He suddenly drew the cleaver from his waist, poured his soul power into it, and pounced madly towards Huo Yuhao.

The others also came to their senses, their faces contorted with rage. They drew their weapons and lunged at the boy behind the counter.

In an instant, the restaurant was filled with the glint of swords, the surging of spiritual power, and the palpable killing intent.

The two waiters and the manager behind the counter remained standing there expressionless, as if everything before them had nothing to do with them.

They had seen too many scenes like this. The entrance to the Killing City was never short of desperate criminals or reckless challengers.

Huo Yuhao remained standing, his posture as upright as a pine tree, without moving an inch.

Huo Yuhao's mental power spread out again, forming an invisible net that enveloped the entire restaurant.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his mental energy transformed into countless sharp needles, silently piercing the minds of those rushing towards him.

How could ordinary mortals possibly withstand the power of a god-level spiritual force?

The burly man with a fierce face who was at the forefront had just rushed three steps away from Huo Yuhao when his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The next moment, his body exploded with a "bang," turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Then came the second, the third—

The people who rushed forward exploded one after another like punctured balls. There was no warning, no room for resistance, and not even time to let out a scream.

Blood mist filled the air, and the stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

The remaining people were terrified and dared not step forward. They finally realized that the boy in front of them was not a pushover at all, but a demon from hell!

The boy's eyes were simply the eyes of a demon!

Fear instantly overwhelmed their reason.

"Run! Run!" someone shouted, as if lighting a fuse.

The remaining people turned around and rushed towards the gate like madmen, trying to escape this living hell.

But the creaking wooden door seemed to be sealed by an invisible force.

No matter how much they punched and kicked, or even used their soul power and soul skills, they remained unmoved, as if they were rooted to the spot.

"Open the door! Open the door now!" Someone was pounding on the door frantically, their voice trembling with tears.

"Please! Let me off the hook! I'll never do it again!" Someone knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards Huo Yuhao, blood streaming from their forehead. "I have elderly parents and young children to support, please spare my life!"

"You'll die a horrible death! You devil!" someone cursed, their eyes filled with venom, yet they dared not approach you again.

Heartbreaking cries, pleas for mercy, and curses rose and fell, echoing through the cramped restaurant like a desperate elegy.

Huo Yuhao's gaze remained calm, as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him. His mental power firmly sealed the door, without the slightest loosening.

This is the retribution they deserve.

If you choose to do evil, you must be prepared to bear the consequences.

He slowly raised his hand, his fair and slender fingers flicking lightly.

An invisible spiritual force surged once more, like the scythe of death, reaping lives.

The wailing grew fainter and fainter, the cursing grew weaker and weaker, until it disappeared completely.

The restaurant fell silent once more.

The public space was covered in dark red blood, with splattered bits of flesh and bone on the walls. The stench of blood in the air was thick and nauseating. The once bustling restaurant had now become a living hell.

Huo Yuhao slowly lowered his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over the chaotic ground. Several drops of blood were splattered on his white-gold robe, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a shocking sight.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away a drop of blood from his cheek, his movements delicate, as if he were wiping away some precious treasure.

The calm on the faces of the two waiters behind the counter finally crumbled. Their bodies trembled slightly, their eyes revealed an undisguised fear, and even their breathing became cautious.

They had witnessed far too many killings. Those killers were either grotesque figures, like demons crawling out of hell;

They were either laughing uncontrollably, as if they had gone mad. That was them trying to alleviate the panic they felt while killing, a last-ditch struggle of humanity.

But the boy in front of me is different.

Throughout, his expression remained calm, like a stagnant pool, without even a furrowed brow. Even as blood splattered his robes and bits of flesh clung to his cheeks, his eyes remained utterly devoid of emotion—fear, excitement, only indifference.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't lift a finger the entire time. He didn't use any Soul Rings or Soul Skills. He just blinked, and a whole room full of desperados were all blown into a bloody mist.

What kind of strength is this?

What kind of method is this?

The two waiters felt a chill run down their spines and their bodies turn ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They had no doubt that if they had made any sudden movement, they would probably be a pile of flesh and blood on the ground by now.

If the others are demons from the abyss, then the boy before us is a true god, a god who judges life without a trace of emotion!

Huo Yuhao slowly turned around and looked at the two people behind the counter. His voice was still gentle, like a spring breeze, but the two people trembled violently and almost collapsed to the ground.

"May I go in?"

"Yes, please come this way."

One of the waiters quickly snapped out of his daze, his voice trembling, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. He hurriedly opened a hidden door behind the counter, made a gesture of invitation, and dared not mention Bloody Mary again.

What they just witnessed has completely terrified them.

They had no doubt that if they dared to say "no," they would be the next ones to explode.

Huo Yuhao nodded slightly and strode towards the hidden door.

"God of Asura, I have arrived—"

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