Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He saw a city.

The thick, black city walls were extremely wide, towering into the dark dome. At intervals along the walls stood arrow towers, equally black as ink. It really was a city, a city built deep underground.

Above the city, a purple moon hung, emitting a cold purple light that enveloped the entire city in an eerie glow.

Looking up further, everything was black; the dome was invisible, the horizon was invisible, as if an eternal night shrouded the city.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked at the black-armored knight.

"What if you break the rules?" His voice was calm, as if he were asking something perfectly ordinary.

The black-armored knight slowly raised his long lance, the tip pointing at Tang San.

“Then you must accept the punishment.” The black-armored knight’s voice remained cold, but now carried a hint of condescension. “Defeat me, and you will be qualified to enter the City of Slaughter.”

Tang San looked at him, a very faint smile curving his lips.

"Then can I kill you?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were asking about the weather today.

But these words, spoken in the open space, caused the black-armored warriors, who had been standing in neat rows, to tremble.

The black-armored knight paused for a moment.

Then he smiled.

The laughter came from beneath the heavy helmet, hoarse and grating, as if mocking a reckless child. He laughed several times before stopping, then lowered his head to look at Tang San.

“My name is Scott.” His voice still carried a lingering smile. “Scott the Dread Knight. Want to kill me? We’ll see if you have the ability.”

Before the words were even finished, the warhorse suddenly accelerated!

The horse's hooves pounded heavily on the stone slabs, making a dull thud. The entire warhorse and its rider were like a black torrent, carrying an extremely fierce and murderous aura, charging straight towards Tang San!

The speed was astonishing; a distance of tens of meters was closed in an instant.

The knight's lance was held horizontally, its tip pointing directly at Tang San's chest, with dark soul power flowing across its body.

Tang San immediately circulated his soul power, preparing to unleash the Blue Silver Grass technique.

But the next moment, he felt it.

His soul skills were unusable, and none of his six soul rings appeared; it was as if those soul rings were merely decorations here.

Tang San's expression remained unchanged.

No worries.

Before he could use his soul skills, he was a Tang Clan assassin.

There are countless ways to kill a person.

The lance was now less than three meters from his chest, its sharp tip gleaming with a deathly light in the pale purple moonlight.

Scott's arm was already taut; this shot would be enough to pierce through an ordinary Soul Master.

Tang San did not retreat.

He didn't even dodge.

With a loose grasp in his left hand, the pitch-black Haotian Hammer appeared out of thin air.

He twisted his waist, turned around, and used his calves to push off.

All the power surges from the soles of the feet, through the twisting of the waist and abdomen, through the transmission of the shoulders, and finally converges on the left arm.

The Haotian Hammer, trailing a jet-black arc of light, met the oncoming knight's lance head-on!

The moment the hammer collided with the gun, a dull, loud bang was heard.

It wasn't the crisp sound of metal clashing, but a dull, extremely muffled boom, like the beating of a drum.

The tip of the lance grazed the surface of the Haotian Hammer, sending up a trail of dazzling sparks.

But before the terrifying power of the Clear Sky Hammer, that slender knight's lance was like paper; the shaft instantly bent into a breathtaking arc, and then...

It broke!

The lance broke in two; the front half spun into the air, while the back half remained in Scott's hand. But the force hadn't dissipated; the Haotian Hammer's momentum remained undiminished, slamming solidly into Scott's right arm.

click

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Scott let out a muffled groan as he and his warhorse were sent flying by the blow! The warhorse let out a shrill neigh, its hooves kicking wildly in the air before crashing heavily onto a stone slab several meters away, sliding for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

Scott got up from the ground.

His right arm hung down at his side, the armor on his right arm had cracked and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Beneath the armor, the muscles and bones of his right arm were also torn apart, and blood seeped from the ripped skin, dripping from his fingers onto the ground.

He looked down at his useless right arm, then looked up at the blue-haired boy in the distance.

Tang San stood still, without even moving a step.

His left hand held the Haotian Hammer, and there wasn't a single scratch on the hammer's surface.

Her long blue hair swayed gently in the cold wind, and her deep eyes were calm as still water, without any ripples.

Tang San frowned.

Based on his control over his strength, this hammer blow should be enough to end his opponent's life.

It seems my judgment of a person's abilities is not good enough.

He walked forward step by step.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and each step was taken with great steadiness.

"Stop, stop."

Scott's voice changed.

The tone was no longer the cold and authoritative one from before, but trembled with a fierce yet cowardly air. He wanted to retreat, but his legs were shaking, his warhorse had broken its leg and lay whimpering in the distance, and he had nowhere to go.

Tang San stopped and looked down at the terrifying knight kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, Scott's helmet had fallen off, revealing a ferocious middle-aged man's face, which was filled with terror.

He looked into Tang San's eyes, those blue, calm eyes, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He has met many ruthless people.

The rule of Killing City is killing. Every single person who survives in Killing City has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every single one of them has dozens of lives on their hands.

But he had never seen anyone like that before.

Chapter 485 The Deep Sea Demon Whale King and Blue Buddha

A boy who looked no more than a teenager smashed his right arm with a single blow, then walked towards him expressionlessly.

There was no excitement, no pleasure, no bloodthirsty frenzy.

Nothing at all.

That calm was more terrifying than any murderous intent.

"Now do you think," Tang San's voice came from above, as calmly as if asking an insignificant question, "that I have the strength to kill you?"

Scott opened his mouth.

His throat was so dry it felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and his voice was hoarse and broken: "Yes...you have..."

He swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice, but he couldn't suppress the trembling.

"You have passed the test. You are now qualified to enter the City of Slaughter."

He reached out his left hand, trembling, and pulled a black plaque from his waist, handing it to Tang San with both hands. The plaque was made of some unknown material, completely black and icy to the touch. Engraved on the plaque was a skull, with the number 9528 below it.

“This is your proof in the Killing City.” Scott’s voice was still trembling. “Please enter the city as soon as possible. Someone will meet you at the city gate.”

Tang San took the sign and glanced down at it.

9528.

He didn't speak, tucked the sign into his pocket, and walked past Scott. The Haotian Hammer silently dissipated in his hand, turning into specks of black light that merged into his body.

Behind him, Scott slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Tang San did not turn around.

His gaze fell on the city gate of the black city ahead.

The city gate was as tall as the gaping maw of an abyss, and the walls on both sides were inlaid with countless dark blue gems that emitted an eerie glow under the purple moonlight.

Above the city gate, four large characters made of skulls appeared and disappeared in the dim light.

The City of Slaughter.

Tang San took a deep breath and strode towards the city gate.

……

Meanwhile, after obtaining the pointer, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King ventured deep into the continent under its guidance.

His speed was extremely fast; his millions of years of cultivation made him like a dark blue meteor in the air, sweeping across mountains and rivers, and passing over towns and villages.

The people on the ground didn't even have time to look up; they could only feel a bright light sweep across the sky before disappearing into the horizon.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King has never set foot on land.

This vast land was a completely unfamiliar world to him.

But he wasn't in the mood to look at it or feel it.

His eyes were fixed on that pointer.

Only the direction the pointer tip is pointing.

His daughter is there.

After flying for several days, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King finally began to vibrate at an accelerated frequency.

It sensed it.