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

The three of them didn't linger and turned to head towards the coastline.

The return trip was faster than the journey there.

As darkness fell completely, the lights of Hanhai City appeared on the horizon.

The three of them landed on a cliff outside the city.

The night breeze was cooler than the daytime breeze, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the scent of distant fishing lights.

Chen Luo stopped in his tracks: "Let's stop here."

Flanders looked at him and remained silent for a while.

Come back soon.

Flander's voice wasn't loud, but there was something else in it.

Chen Luo understood.

Liu Erlong may break through soon.

Flanders didn't say it explicitly, but that was the meaning behind "come back soon."

Once Liu Erlong successfully breaks through, the first person she will look for is Chen Luo.

"it is good."

Chen Luo nodded.

Flander patted him on the shoulder, turned around, spread his wings, and flew towards Shrek Academy.

The gray figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Bibi Dong stood beside Chen Luo, the sea breeze blowing her plain dress clinging to her calves.

She gazed in the direction where Flander had disappeared, her purple eyes devoid of any extra emotion.

After a moment, she asked, "Where to next?"

Chen Luo turned around and looked in one direction.

"The City of Slaughter".

Chen Luo smiled and said, "Everything went smoothly for me this time, so it's time to help you get one step closer to becoming a god."

Bibi Dong's eyelashes twitched.

She didn't say thank you or okay, she just gave a soft "hmm".

The two walked side by side into the night.

Chapter 333 Absorbing Resentment

The entrance to the Killing City is still that little tavern.

Pushing open the hidden door, the familiar stench of blood rose up from the ground.

Chen Luo walked in front, with Bibi Dong following half a step behind him.

The stone steps were long, and the light from the torches on both sides danced on the walls.

The deeper you go, the thicker the air becomes, carrying the smell of rust and a faint stench of decay.

The moment I stepped out of the passageway, my view suddenly opened up.

The purple moon hangs in the sky.

It was still that fake moon, its cold purple light bathing the entire underground city.

The low houses were crammed together haphazardly, and the streets were narrow and twisted, like crumpled pieces of paper.

Some people darted past the alley entrance, some squatted on the rooftop sharpening knives, and some leaned against the wall, staring at them.

A scream came from afar, short and sharp, like a chicken's neck being snapped. Then came the dull thud of a knife cutting into bone, and then nothing more.

No one watched, no one talked about it.

The residents of the killing city were no longer surprised by this kind of sound.

There were dark red marks on the road beneath Chen Luo's feet. They weren't new; they were left by years of repeated staining from blood.

The cracks in the bricks smelled of rust.

Bibi Dong looked around, her purple eyes narrowing slightly.

"This place has changed."

Her voice wasn't loud, and it was momentarily drowned out by another scream from afar.

Chen Luo turned to look at her: "What has changed?"

"After Tang Chen left, I thought things would get chaotic here."

Bibi Dong stepped through a puddle of dark red water, her skirt brushing against the ground without getting a single stain: "I didn't expect it to be more orderly."

Chen Luo nodded: "When Tang Chen was around, he had a group of guards under his command. He's gone, but the guards are still here."

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the top of a low stone tower in the distance.

There was a figure crouching there.

He was completely wrapped in a gray robe and wore a half-bone mask on his face.

The man noticed Chen Luo's gaze, bowed slightly, and then retreated into the shadows.

"With them around, order can be maintained."

Chen Luo lowered his hand: "But it's just maintaining the status quo, it won't change anything. Slaughter City is still Slaughter City at its core."

Bibi Dong didn't reply, but her eyes showed that she understood.

The two continued walking forward.

As we walked through a narrow alley, the door of a stone house next to us suddenly burst open, and a burly man covered in blood stumbled out.

He was clutching a broken knife in his hand. When he saw Chen Luo, his pupils contracted, and he pounced on him without thinking.

Chen Luo didn't move.

Bibi Dong didn't even watch it.

The burly man stopped three steps away from Chen Luo.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop; it was the soul power that automatically overflowed from Chen Luo's body that suppressed him, like an invisible hand pressing on his shoulder.

The burly man's broken knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Chen Luo walked past him without glancing at him once.

The pressure only disappeared after the two had walked away.

The burly man collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his back covered in cold sweat.

In the very center of the killing city lies an open space.

A ring of low stone houses formed an irregular circle. The open space was empty except for dried bloodstains and a few clumps of gray moss that squeezed out from the cracks in the stones.

Chen Luo stopped and turned to look at Bibi Dong.

"Let's do it here."

Bibi Dong nodded.

She walked to the center of the open space and sat down cross-legged.

Her long black hair fell down, spreading across the stone slab behind her.

Chen Luo stood at the edge of the open space and gently waved his right hand.

A golden barrier spread out from his palm, covering the entire open space.

Pale golden patterns flowed across the barrier wall, and the light shone on Bibi Dong's face. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes cast two thin shadows on her face.

There was a few moments of silence.

Then the wind picked up.

It wasn't the wind blowing in from outside.

It is the wind that flows from every alley, every stone house, and every crack in the bricks of the killing city.

Black air currents, as thin as hair and as dense as a spider web, converged on the open space from all directions.

That's resentment.

The hatred, fear, resentment, and anger left behind by countless people when they were killed all turned into black currents of air, swirling and swirling, surging toward the woman sitting cross-legged in the very center of the open space.

Bibi Dong's body was like a dried-up sponge.

Black energy flowed into her body, continuously.

A faint black halo began to appear around her, and the halo grew stronger as resentment surged in.

Her brow furrowed slightly.

Chen Luo saw it. But Chen Luo didn't move.

This level of difficulty is nothing to her.

Just then, the sound of wind breaking came from afar.

A dozen gray figures emerged from various corners of the Killing City, approaching the open space.

They moved extremely fast, reaching the outer edge of the barrier in just a few breaths.

Gray robe, bone mask.

It was the group of guards left behind by Tang Chen.

The mask of the leader had an extra golden pattern, clearly indicating that he was of higher status than the others.

He landed ten steps away from the barrier, his gaze passing over the transparent barrier and landing on Chen Luo.

The voice coming from behind the mask was hoarse and wary: "Who goes there?"

Chen Luo did not remove the barrier, but turned around to face them and slowly raised his right hand.