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

Chapter 352 Is it permissible to kill now?

Once inside the inner city, please do not stay more than five meters away from me. This is your protective perimeter as a newcomer. As long as you don't exceed five meters, given the rules of this Killing City, no one will dare to attack you.

The woman paused slightly, turning to look at Huo Yuhao beside her, her tone carrying a sincere tone of advice. Although she had already sensed in the short time they had spent together that this young man was no ordinary newcomer, possessing a cool and composed demeanor and a depth in his eyes far beyond his years, in her eyes, Huo Yuhao was ultimately just a handsome young man with a tall and upright figure, yet not at all fierce.

The ruthless characters in the inner city are all killing gods who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their hands are stained with blood, their nature is extremely ruthless, and their actions have no bottom line. No matter how extraordinary the young man looks, his solo incursion into the inner city still made her unable to help but give him a word of advice.

It should be noted that the inner city is home to many Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, and even Title Douluo-level powerhouses!

How old is Huo Yuhao in front of her? In the woman's eyes, Huo Yuhao is at most eighteen or nineteen years old. At this age, he can be considered a prodigy with the cultivation of a Soul King.

Even a Soul King-level Soul Master would have trouble protecting themselves in the inner city.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.

The woman was merely a guide for newcomers, possessing little cultivation and not even considered a core member of the Killing City. Yet, she could so confidently promise a five-meter safety zone, which revealed the absolute and supreme authority of the Killing King in this land.

This authority did not come from nowhere, nor could it be established with a single order. It must have been the result of the law enforcement team of the killing city suppressing people with iron-fisted methods year after year, day after day. Anyone who dared to violate the rules would end up with a death without a complete corpse. It was this kind of iron-fisted rule that made everyone respect the rules and dare not overstep them in the slightest.

This made Huo Yuhao increasingly curious about the Lord of Slaughter. He wondered what kind of abilities and charisma this so-called King of Slaughter possessed that allowed him to manage this hellish Slaughter City so well.

Nodding slightly to indicate that he understood, Huo Yuhao silently followed the woman's steps, crossing the boundary between the outer and inner city together.

This single step felt like entering two different worlds. The oppressive despair of the outer city still carried a faint trace of order, but as soon as one stepped into the inner city, an intense, almost tangible, stench of blood, violence, and depravity rushed towards them like a tsunami, instantly engulfing them. The aura was murky and foul, carrying a bone-corroding malice. If an ordinary soul master were to step into this place, they would probably be instantly driven to madness by the evil thoughts within their hearts.

Only now did Huo Yuhao truly witness the true face of the Slaughter City. It was a chaos and darkness far beyond imagination. If the outer city was a prison of hell, then the inner city was a true hell on earth. To describe it as hell was to overstate the extent of this filthy place.

This place is simply hell. Any normal person would go crazy instantly if they came here, and a timid person would probably be scared to death on the spot.

Everywhere you look, there is a scene of madness and evil.

On the wide, blood-red stone road, killings were happening all the time, without cause or warning.

Perhaps it's just a glance, or a casual remark, that can instantly ignite a deadly conflict.

Not far away, a burly man with a face full of scars roared angrily because the skinny boy next to him accidentally bumped into him. Then, his large, fan-like hand suddenly exerted force and forcefully dislocated the boy's arm from his shoulder.

The boy's blood gushed out, splattering all over the burly man, but he seemed to be enjoying it immensely, grinning wildly with a chilling madness.

It was as if the burly man wasn't a living person, but a demon crawled out of hell.

No, in the boy's eyes at this moment, the strong man was probably more terrifying than a demon crawling out of hell.

The next moment, the skinny boy suddenly sprang up, a dagger appearing in his hand, and plunged it viciously into the strong man's throat.

On the other side, two ragged soul masters were locked in a fierce battle over half a piece of blackened jerky. Their moves were ruthless and deadly, a fight where they were determined to die together.

A moment later, one of them seized an opening, and with a swift, precise slash of the broken bone blade in his hand, he sliced ​​across the other's neck. Warm blood gushed out, and the victor immediately bent down, bringing his mouth to the wound and greedily drinking it down, letting out a satisfied sigh, as if it were not foul-smelling blood, but the finest wine in the world.

Those around were already used to it; some stopped to watch, their eyes filled with indifference.

Some people took the opportunity to loot the remaining valuables from the deceased, their movements swift and efficient, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Besides the endless killing and bloodlust, extreme depravity permeates every corner, sending chills down one's spine.

Along the streets, under the corners of walls and dilapidated eaves, men and women can be seen everywhere, entwined together as if no one else is watching, indulging in their most primal desires, oblivious to the stares of passersby.

The unrestrained shouts, mixed with the screams of slaughter and curses, intertwined to create a chilling and decadent melody.

Their eyes were empty and numb, devoid of any shame, as if they had long been completely corrupted by the evil aura of this land, their souls already decayed, leaving only shells driven by desire, living like zombies in this purgatory.

Huo Yuhao slowly paced back and forth, his gaze sweeping over the appalling scenes before him. The coldness in his eyes, like the ice of winter, gradually condensed and intensified, and his aura became increasingly icy and piercing.

His spiritual power had already quietly spread out, like a fine net, taking in the aura of everyone around him. Those auras were either filled with heinous blood debts, or entangled with vile desires, or brimming with inhuman violence. There was not a trace of purity in them; they were all nauseating filth. Every breath told the story of the countless crimes they had committed.

Huo Yuhao's fingertips curled slightly, his knuckles turned white, and a resolute killing intent flashed in his eyes. He had already made up his mind.

These people are all heinous criminals, their hands stained with the blood of innocents. They fled into this killing city to escape punishment, and now, having succumbed to depravity on this land, they are beyond redemption. Now that he has arrived, none of these filthy scum will escape!

"So, once you're inside, you can just kill people at will?"