Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a voice.

"You think you can enter the Killing City just by killing a few people?"

The voice came from behind the bar, carrying an undisguised sarcasm.

"He's not qualified. He can't even handle a Bloody Mary, what right does he have to get in?"

Tang San turned around and looked at the bar.

A middle-aged man in a waiter's uniform stood there, arms crossed, a disdainful smile on his lips.

His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, then landed on Tang San's face, and he shook his head.

"Kid, even the King of Slaughter isn't someone like you."

bass

A sharp blue silver grass sprouted from the waiter's chest, with a drop of crimson blood still clinging to its tip.

The waiter's words came to an abrupt halt.

He lowered his head, looking at the blue silver grass that had pierced through his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed a few muffled sobs.

Tang San did not turn around to look.

He just felt that the waiter was a bit out of touch with reality and a bit foolish.

The blue silver grass swayed gently.

The waiter's body was flung away, crashed into the wall, and then fell heavily to the ground, piling up with the other corpses.

Blood gushed from his chest, staining the black wall crimson.

The tavern fell completely silent.

Only two waiters remained, hiding behind the bar and not daring to breathe. They stared in terror at the blue-haired boy, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San, the smile on his lips deepening.

"You adapted very quickly."

Tang San did not respond.

He strode over to the bar.

As he approached, the two waiters' legs went weak; one collapsed to the ground, and the other leaned against the wine cabinet, their faces ashen.

Tang San didn't look at them.

He simply raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the bar.

boom

The bar counter was reduced to fragments, which scattered and flew everywhere.

Wood chips, bottles, cups... everything exploded and scattered all over the ground.

The ground underneath was exposed.

The black stone floor looked no different from the rest of the tavern.

However, Tang San's mental power detected the anomaly the moment he stepped into the tavern.

There is a hollow space beneath this bar counter.

It wasn't solid ground, but a bottomless void.

Without a doubt, Tang Hao brought him here to enter the City of Slaughter, so the entrance must be in this tavern.

Tang San was too lazy to look for any mechanisms.

Different methods should be used in different places.

The blue light emanating from him had already subsided at that moment.

In his left hand, a small, jet-black hammer had appeared out of nowhere.

Haotian Hammer.

He twisted his body, exerted force with his calves, and the pitch-black Haotian Hammer transformed into a streak of dark light, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and slammed heavily onto the ground.

boom

A deafening roar echoed through the tavern.

A huge hole was blown open in the ground, and debris flew everywhere.

A cold, damp wind blew up from the cave, carrying a putrid, nauseating stench.

The wind was so cold that Tang San's robes fluttered wildly, and his long blue hair danced wildly in the wind.

Tang San turned his head and looked at the spot where Tang Hao had been sitting.

It's empty there now.

Tang Hao disappeared.

There was no trace of him, as if he had never existed.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked down at the dark cave beneath his feet.

A cold wind blew up from inside, carrying a low, mournful wail, like the wailing of ghosts.

He did not hesitate.

With a leap, he jumped directly into the darkness of the ground.

My body was instantly enveloped in darkness.

The fall lasted only a few breaths.

Tang San's feet touched solid ground.

It wasn't soft soil, but hard stone slabs.

A chilling aura surged from all directions, like countless icy hands caressing his skin.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, activating his Purple Demon Eye.

The darkness faded quickly in his eyes, and everything became clear.

This is a long passageway.

The passageway slopes downwards, with black walls on both sides that are smooth as a mirror, as if they have been repeatedly polished.

The stone slabs underfoot were also black, making a dull sound as they stepped on them, echoing in the narrow passageway.

A chilling aura wafted over Tang San's body, emanating from the depths of the tunnel, carrying a rotten, nauseating stench.

Tang San didn't stop and strode forward.

Footsteps echoed monotonously and dullly in the empty passageway. The black stone walls on both sides seemed to press in on him, and above him, there was no dome, only boundless darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, time seemed to lose its meaning here.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from ahead, devoid of any emotion, as if proclaiming a preordained verdict:

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with carnage. Here, you can get anything you want, but the price is your life."

Tang San paused slightly.

His mental energy instantly spread out in all directions like a tidal wave, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound and to perceive the structure of this space.

But the next moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

The material of this passageway was extremely special. The moment his spiritual energy touched the black stone walls on both sides, it was swallowed up silently, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. It couldn't penetrate, couldn't be sensed, and didn't even provide the slightest feedback.

Tang San withdrew his mental energy, his face showing no sign of panic.

He has other options.

As his soul power circulated within his body, Blue Silver Grass surged forth from his sleeves, collar, and feet, its bright blue tendrils spreading forward as if alive.

They clung to the ground, walls, and dome, silently extending forward to pave the way for him.

The information returned by the Blue Silver Grass was very clear: the passageway was long, there were no forks in the road ahead, no traps, and no signs of life.

Tang San continued walking forward.

Blue silver grass paved the way ahead, and his pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step taken with great steadiness.

Turn a corner.

Ahead, a light is coming.

The light was faint, yet it stood out starkly in the endless darkness.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, activating his Purple Demon Eye to its maximum. The halo in front of him suddenly magnified in his eyes, becoming clearer.

It was an open door.

The portal was enormous, ten meters high and five meters wide. On the other side of the portal, life existed.

more than one.

Tang San's right hand quietly reached into his waist, and three poisoned steel needles slid from his sleeve into his palm.

His steps remained steady, his face devoid of any superfluous expression, as he walked step by step toward the door.

The moment he stepped out of the passageway, the sight before him made him squint slightly.

One hundred and one people stood before him.

They were all dressed in black armor, their faces completely covered by helmets, with only their eyes showing, where there was a bottomless darkness.

One hundred of them held heavy swords with blades as wide as doors, standing upright on the ground with the tips pointing downwards. Their hands were clasped together on the hilts, and they remained motionless like statues.

Only one person sat atop a tall warhorse. The horse was entirely black, covered in thick black armor, with only its eyes visible. The rider was tall and held a long, slender lance.

"You broke the rules."

The one who spoke was the black-armored knight seated on horseback. His voice was cold and deep, echoing in the empty space, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Tang San ignored him.

His gaze fell on the man's back.