Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

Su Mo made a fist with his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul instantly materialized.

The next moment, the demonic runes on the sword suddenly lit up, the scarlet light particularly dazzling in the dark passageway.

Su Mo moved his wrist.

A massive, crescent-shaped, blood-red sword aura slashed out with devastating force, sweeping towards the hundred-man team.

The black-armored knight on horseback suddenly changed his expression.

He hadn't even finished his lines, how could he have started attacking?!

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Because that crimson sword energy was already right in front of them.

He could only hastily raise his heavy sword to defend himself.

boom--

A crimson sword aura swept across.

In that instant, nearly a hundred black-armored knights were sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hand.

The neat square formation collapsed instantly, and the black figures scattered in all directions, with the sounds of armor colliding with the ground echoing everywhere.

The black-armored knights at the very front of the column even had deep cracks in their armor.

If it weren't for the exceptional quality of their black armor, this attack might have already cut them in half at the waist.

At the same time, the lead black-armored knight also fell off his horse.

He was strong enough to be unharmed; he fell because his horse was startled.

In the blink of an eye, the once orderly and solemn hundred-person team was suddenly lying scattered on the ground.

At this moment, Su Mo sheathed his sword and stood still.

The crimson light on the sword slowly faded.

He strode up to the lead black-armored knight, looking down at him and extending his hand: "Give it to me."

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-armored knight's eyes.

Why does this young man seem so familiar with the City of Slaughter? Just who is he?

The black-armored knight remained silent for two seconds before slowly raising his hand, taking out a black plaque from his waist, and handing it over.

The sign was engraved with a ferocious skull, and below it was a series of numbers, 6666.

Su Mo took the sign and glanced at it casually; the number was indeed six.

Then he continued walking forward.

Soon, Su Mo arrived at a huge, dark city gate.

Two rows of black-armored warriors stood silently in front of the gate, like two rows of stone sculptures.

Before Su Mo could show his token, a woman wearing a black veil walked gracefully out of the city gate.

Her figure was graceful, her steps light, and a black veil covered the lower half of her face, revealing only a pair of charming and alluring eyes, which held a seductive quality as they moved.

"Welcome to the Killing City." Her voice sounded somewhat sweet.

She approached Su Mo, bowed, and gestured for him to enter, her posture as elegant as if she were welcoming a distinguished guest.

Su Mo nodded slightly and followed the woman in black veil into the city.

Chapter 62 Hell's Killing Field

The outer city of the Killing Capital was more chaotic and filthy than Su Mo had imagined.

The streets were stained with blood, and suppressed groans and unrestrained laughter could be heard from the corners from time to time.

Just then, the woman in black veil spoke up, "Mr. 6666, I am your guide. Over the next twelve hours, I will introduce you to everything in the City of Slaughter. Please feel free to ask me anything you don't understand..."

"No need," Su Mo interrupted her. "Take me directly to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

The woman in black was taken aback. How did a newcomer like him know about the Hell Killing Fields?

"Are you sure?" She frowned slightly. "Less than one-tenth of those who go in will come out alive."

"Mm." Su Mo nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. "Let's go."

"In that case, please come with me."

She said nothing more and led Su Mo through the streets of the outer city, heading towards the inner city.

Before long, led by the woman in black veil, Su Mo arrived at the inner city.

The inner city and the outer city are completely two different worlds.

If the outer city is a chaotic and filthy slum, then the inner city is a wildly decadent paradise.

The streets were filled with decadent people living a life of debauchery, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

However, a woman in black veil walked beside Su Mo, and her presence itself served as a protective charm, so the two of them arrived unimpeded in front of a huge building, which was the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"Alright, you can leave now," Su Mo said calmly.

"Mr. 6666, are you sure? If I leave, you will immediately lose your newcomer protection period."

She glanced around.

In those dark corners, countless greedy eyes were staring at this place, like a pack of hungry wolves that had spotted their prey.

Su Mo gave a soft "hmm," not taking it to heart.

Immediately, his gaze fell on a burly man walking towards him from a distance.

The burly man was over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his bare upper body was covered with old and new scars.

He held a cup in one hand, the liquid inside was scarlet and was swirling slightly.

That was Bloody Mary, which is made of human blood.

It was unclear whether the burly man was preparing to participate or just watching, but that didn't matter.

In Su Mo's eyes, he was merely a ticket to the hellish killing field.

Su Mo raised his right hand, and a blood-red sword aura condensed at his fingertips. Without hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and the sword aura shot out rapidly towards the burly man.

But the strong man was, after all, from the inner city, and had been hovering on the edge of death for many years, so his reactions were extremely quick.

Since Soul Rings and Soul Skills cannot be used in the City of Slaughter, he disregarded the Bloody Mary in his hand and smashed the glass on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

He raised his hands, his soul power surging, in an attempt to block the sharp sword energy.

However, his soul power level was only around level forty, so even if Su Mo just casually unleashed a sword aura, it was something he couldn't withstand.

The sword energy struck the burly man with a thunderous roar, severing his arm instantly and causing blood to gush out.

Before the burly man could even scream, the Asura Demon Sword had already slashed through the air, instantly piercing his abdomen, and then flew back to Su Mo's hand with a buzzing sound.

The Asura Demon Sword drank blood once more, seemingly extremely excited, its blade humming and trembling incessantly.

Su Mo dispelled his martial spirit, the Asura Demon Sword, and calmly took out a porcelain bottle from his soul tool, directly filling it with some of the strong man's blood.

The woman in black veil, who was not far away, saw this scene and a look of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She hadn't expected the new young man to be so ruthless and decisive.

Moreover, he already knew the requirements for entering the Hell Killing Fields before she even mentioned them.

Su Mo, holding the porcelain bottle, walked up to the woman in black veil: "Is this enough?"

“Of course it’s enough.” The woman in black veil nodded in response, a hint of complexity creeping into her gaze as she looked at Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded, then took the porcelain bottle filled with blood and smoothly entered the Hell Slaughter Arena, and signed up to participate in a round.

While waiting, he went to the stands.

At this moment, the stands around the area were packed with excited Fallen Ones, who waved their arms and shouted and roared wildly, creating a deafening roar.

I waited for about half an hour.

Su Mo's first match had ten people on his team.

Thus, a new round of killings began.

The rule is simple: only one out of ten people can survive.

Furthermore, no one can use spirit rings or spirit skills; they can only rely on their own power.

Su Mo arrived at the central arena of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Time passed slowly.

Although he couldn't use his spirit rings or spirit skills, Su Mo possessed peak Asura Sword Intent, coupled with a year of rigorous training, and he won the first match without even using his external spirit bone.

After the battle, Su Mo discovered that his killing intent had surged significantly, and his soul power had also increased somewhat.

To others, the City of Slaughter is like hell, but to Su Mo, who possesses the Asura Demon Sword, he feels like a fish returning to water.

After finishing the first match, Su Mo left the Hell Slaughter Arena.

He is now planning to find a place to stay, since he can't possibly sleep on the streets.

In the killing capital, there are no rules, no order.

If you are strong enough, you can get everything you want.

Therefore, houses are acquired through merit.

Before long, Su Mo arrived at a house that looked pretty good and looked it over.

After a moment's thought, he decided that this was the place.

He kicked the door open and found two people inside, engaged in some indescribable acts.

A loud bang startled the man inside.

"Damn it! Who dares to disturb me!" the man roared, turning his head sharply.

However, Su Mo didn't waste any more words and directly released his external soul bone and martial soul, the Asura Demon Sword.

The man opposite him was probably a Soul King. Although he couldn't use Soul Skills, Su Mo didn't let his guard down. After all, anyone who could survive in the inner city was no pushover.