Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San as a disciple, with a ten-thousand-fold return for teaching him.

An invisible and intangible yet sharp enough to pierce the most sensitive nerves deep within his soul came without warning.

That feeling wasn't a sound, but more like a tremor of rules, a lament that permeated the air of the killing city, a lament unique to "killing"!

"Crack!"

The dark crystal goblet in his hand was crushed to pieces by the sudden burst of force!

The thick blood in the cup did not splatter or splash, but instead seemed to have a life of its own, turning into viscous blood snakes that coiled around his fingers and were then greedily absorbed by his skin.

For the first time, the face of the King of Slaughter, which had always been shrouded in shadow and languor, underwent a dramatic change.

It was an expression that mixed confusion, shock, and a hint of furious rage at having one's sore spot touched.

His scarlet pupils suddenly contracted into dangerous pinpoints, and the previously restrained terrifying aura around him uncontrollably emanated a trace of it, causing the temperature in the entire dark room to plummet, and even a thin layer of blood-red frost to instantly condense on the walls.

The two maids guarding the huge metal door were dressed in black gauze, with graceful figures, but with lifeless eyes.

They trembled at the sudden turn of events. One of them, the bolder one, forced back the fear that seemed to freeze her soul, and cautiously took half a step forward, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Great King...you..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

The King of Slaughter abruptly rose from his throne, his towering figure almost touching the dome of the hall, casting a shadow that pressed down on the entire space as if it were a tangible force.

He ignored the shattered crystal fragments beneath his feet, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls, fixed on a specific direction—the direction of the intruder who made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with a chilling intent and boiling murderous intent:

"The...god of slaughter...has...arrived!"

The simple four words struck the two maids like a thunderbolt, their faces turning deathly pale. They knelt down with a thud, not daring to breathe.

God of Slaughter!

That is an existence that transcends slaughter and walks above death!

It is the only natural enemy in this killing city that we need to be wary of!

Inside the hall, only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the King of Slaughter and the silently spreading aura of destruction remained.

After a long while, the King of Slaughter regained his composure and spoke calmly to himself.

“This god of death is more powerful than the previous ones; I can’t even fully see through his aura.”

"He brought a woman with him, and that woman is no ordinary person either."

"What is his purpose in coming here? Is it to send that woman to the Killing City for training?"

The King of Slaughter recalled the arrival of two Gods of Slaughter not long ago, who had each sent trainees to the City of Slaughter.

Now, those two trainees have also embarked on the path to becoming gods of slaughter.

This time, it felt so familiar...

"You really think my City of Slaughter is a training ground?"

Chapter 310 He's your ancestor

The sky above the City of Slaughter is forever shrouded in an eerie purple moon, bathing the entire world in a hazy, bluish-purple glow.

The streetlights hanging on both sides of the street also emit the same dim and cold blue-purple light, making it feel like walking in a bizarre dream.

Chen Luo held Liu Erlong's hand and strolled along the streets of the outer city.

There were quite a few people here, most of them hurrying along, their faces blank, or hiding in the shadows, looking around with wary and cold eyes.

Strangely, not many people paid attention to Chen Luo and Liu Erlong, these two "outsiders" whose temperaments were out of place with their surroundings.

Aside from the pervasive gloom and the faint smell of blood in the air, at first glance, this place doesn't seem much different from an ordinary city.

"This is the outer city, a place in the city of slaughter where only a little 'order' remains."

Chen Luo explained to Liu Erlong in a soft voice, his voice sounding exceptionally clear and steady in this environment.

Liu Erlong nodded slightly, her cool eyes observing her surroundings. She could sense that the rules of heaven and earth here seemed to be different from those of the outside world.

She clearly felt that the flow of soul power within her body suddenly became sluggish, as if bound by invisible shackles. Soul skills that she could use with a thought in the past were now completely unresponsive.

"My soul power..."

Liu Erlong looked at Chen Luo with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Chen Luo tightened his grip on her hand and explained, "No need to worry, this is a relic left by the gods, and it has its own set of special rules."

In the City of Slaughter, all Soul Masters' Soul Power is suppressed, and they are unable to use any Soul Skills.

Here, what determines life and death is more about one's own fighting ability and...the purest power.

He paused, a faint smile curving his lips, and an invisible yet chilling aura seemed to ripple around him: "However, with the God of Slaughter Domain, I am not subject to this restriction."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an absolute confidence.

Soon, a majestic black city wall appeared at the edge of the horizon, dividing the city.

In the very center of the city wall, the massive city gate stood open, like a gaping maw ready to devour its inhabitants.

Before they even got close, a thick, nauseating stench of blood surged out of the door like a tangible tide, mixed with an atmosphere of madness and chaos.

"We've arrived at the inner city."

Chen Luo said, taking Liu Erlong's hand, and without stopping, stepped straight into the door.

Stepping inside felt like entering another world.

In stark contrast to the relative "peace" of the outer city, the inner city is a mixture of extreme luxury and rampant decadence.

Various dazzling and even blinding colored lights shone from the buildings on both sides of the street, weaving together a bizarre and colorful web.

The population here is far greater than in the outer city, and the noise is deafening.

Maniacal laughter twisted with ecstasy, desperate and agonizing screams, the muffled thud of bones shattering, the tearing sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh…

A cacophony of chilling sounds rose and fell, creating a chaotic symphony.

Fighting, looting, and even indescribable acts in public are commonplace.

Here, rules and order vanish, and only the most primal desires and violence continue to unfold.

Liu Erlong's brows furrowed instantly, not only because of the madness and the pungent smell of blood, but also because of the various gazes he was receiving.

As the two walked through the chaotic streets, Chen Luo's calm gaze and the aura he exuded made most of the frenzied outlaws instinctively feel danger and dare not approach.

But Liu Erlong's aloof and stunning beauty and graceful figure stood out like a pearl in the night amidst the filth and chaos of the environment, drawing all the attention she deserved.

Finally, a few burly men with murky eyes and reeking of blood and alcohol, blinded by lust, staggered over with ferocious smiles.

"Hey! What a pretty little girl! Come play with your brothers..."

"Such delicate skin and tender flesh, tsk tsk..."

A barrage of foul language assaulted his senses, and a cold glint flashed in Liu Erlong's eyes as he prepared to make a move.

However, Chen Luo merely glanced indifferently at those few reckless individuals.

No one even saw what happened, the very moment those desperate thugs stepped within ten meters of Chen Luo—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously. The burly men didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were crushed by an invisible force, instantly exploding into thick clouds of blood mist that spread through the air before being dispersed by the chaotic airflow.

The surrounding noise suddenly stopped, and many eyes that were filled with greed and madness instantly turned to fear, quickly shifting away from Chen Luo and Liu Erlong, not daring to look at them again.

Chen Luo seemed to casually brush away a few specks of dust, and, leading Liu Erlong, whose expression had returned to calm, continued forward, passing through the frenzied streets, and finally stopping in a relatively "quiet" corner of the inner city.

Before me stood a two-story building that looked quite old, with a simple and rustic style. Compared to the luxurious or bizarre buildings around it, it seemed out of place, but this also gave it a rare sense of tranquility.

"This is it."

Chen Luo looked at the small building, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "This is the place where I stayed the longest when I was training in the City of Slaughter."

He pointed to the mottled wooden door, his tone carrying a rare gentleness and gratitude: "It was here that I met Senior Yu Zongtian."

"If it weren't for his care, my ordeal that time would probably have been even more difficult."

His voice stood out clearly amidst the faint, frenzied clamor around him. His remembrance of the past and gratitude for his departed loved ones shone like a warm yet resilient light in this land of carnage.

Leaving the small building, Chen Luo led Liu Erlong through the bustling and chaotic inner city streets. Chen Luo's gaze suddenly fixed on a figure not far ahead.

It was a woman with a graceful figure, who maintained a unique demeanor even in this chaotic place.

She wore a veil that concealed her face, but her fox-like eyes, which swirled with both allure and aloofness, and the unique aura that emanated from her, made Chen Luo instantly recognize her as Hu Liena.

Almost simultaneously, Liu Erlong also noticed Hu Liena.

Liu Erlong had no goodwill towards the people of the Spirit Hall, especially the personal disciple of Pope Bibi Dong. Her eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, and her aura solidified, as if she was about to tear them apart at any moment.

Chen Luo's hand landed on Liu Erlong's shoulder just in time, and a gentle yet irresistible force suppressed the murderous intent that was about to erupt from her.

"Erlong, calm down."

Liu Erlong abruptly turned to look at Chen Luo, her usually cold eyes now burning with anger and a hint of barely perceptible grievance. She said in a low voice, full of jealousy, "What? Why are you stopping me? Are you reluctant to make a move because she's Bibi Dong's disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo smiled helplessly, gently pinched her shoulder, and explained telepathically, "Don't talk nonsense."

The reason I stopped you is because Bibi Dong is also a God of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter, and possesses the God of Slaughter Domain.

Moving her disciple here would have too many implications and would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Besides, we wouldn't stoop so low as to attack a junior whose strength is far inferior to ours.

His explanation was reasonable. Although Liu Erlong was still unhappy, his fierce killing intent slowly subsided. He just snorted and turned his head away, no longer looking in Hu Liena's direction.

Chen Luo's gaze swept over Hu Liena, and he already knew what was going on.

Since Hu Liena is still safe and sound here, it means that Tang San has not yet entered the final trial ground.

He didn't delay any longer. His powerful divine sense spread out quietly like an invisible tide, ignoring the inner city's suppression of soul power, and instantly enveloped the vast inner city.

Countless chaotic and violent auras swept through his senses, and soon, he precisely locked onto a relatively quiet corner with a familiar scent of blue silver grass.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo put his arm around Liu Erlong's waist, and before he finished speaking, the two of them disappeared from the spot like ghosts, without attracting anyone's attention, including Hu Liena, who was cautiously moving forward not far away.

The next moment, they found themselves in a simply furnished, even somewhat shabby, wooden hut.