Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Immediately afterwards—

Click!

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out clearly!

The steel knight's lance in Scott's hand, imbued with soul power, shattered like fragile ice crystals the moment it made contact with the target!
The fragments were propelled backward by the violent force, slamming into Scott's breastplate and visor with a series of clanging sounds!
"Waaah!"

Scott grunted, his body flying backward uncontrollably, as if struck head-on by a battering ram!

The heavy black armor covering the horse's body groaned under the immense impact, caved in and deformed!
The warhorse left the ground with all four hooves off the ground, neighing as it flew sideways and crashed heavily onto the hard black ground more than ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Scott managed to roll and absorb the impact with his powerful waist strength the moment he landed, but the heavy impact still made his blood boil. He felt a piercing pain in his right arm that was holding the gun, and his hand was split open, with blood seeping out from the gaps in the broken arm armor.

Bangiras retracted his arm, and the spot on the dark gold gauntlet where the spear's edge had pierced was now just a faint white dot, barely even a scratch.

It shook its arms, making a low growl in its throat, and its scarlet eyes, filled with displeasure at being disturbed, locked onto Scott, who was struggling to get up.

Lin Xia stood amidst the raging sandstorm, her robes fluttering in the wind, her gaze calmly fixed on the fallen terrifying knight.

"rule?"

He uttered two words softly, his voice not loud, but clearly piercing through the howling wind and sand.

"Who made that decision?"

Scott braced himself with one hand on the ground, heavy breathing emanating from beneath his visor.

He looked at the terrifying behemoth that was faintly visible in the sandstorm, and then at the small figure at the foot of the behemoth, which exuded a mountain-like calm aura.

That gaze was calm, yet it carried an indifference that disregarded rules and trampled on order.

He struggled to stand up, using the shattered handle of his lance as a foothold on the ground.

He did not attempt to attack again, but instead used that cold voice, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, to declare once more.

"Defeat me...you...are qualified."

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the huge, tightly closed inner city gate behind him.

The heavy creaking of hinges suddenly broke the silence, drowning out the howling of the wind and sand.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The massive city gate, seemingly connecting to a deeper darkness, slowly opened a crack inwards under the interplay of purple moonlight and sand.

Thick, inky darkness flowed out from the crack in the door, carrying a bloody stench even more pungent than that of the outer city, and a kind of madness that made one's soul feel sticky.

The inner city of the Killing Capital revealed a grotesque corner of itself to Lin Xia.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xia lifted her foot, ready to go straight in.

At that moment, Scott shouted:
"stop!"

Lin Xia looked at him coldly. At this moment, Scott's helmet had already fallen off.

A ferocious middle-aged face was revealed.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Xia now held a hint of fear.

Clearly, he couldn't figure out why this young man's strength was so terrifying.

"If you try to stop me again, I won't hesitate to kill you all."

Lin Xia's voice was flat, yet it made the air seem to freeze.

Scott's facial muscles twitched beneath his helmet as he spoke with difficulty.

“No, I’m not stopping you. You already have the qualifications to enter the Killing City.” He was filled with immense confusion.

The failure of soul skills is the greatest fear and constraint for newcomers, but this young man and his terrifying beast seem to be completely unaffected by the rules of this world, and their power remains tyrannical and domineering.

After a moment of silence, the Dread Knight handed the pass to Lin Xia and the others.

Lin Xia stopped looking at him, took the pass, and casually tossed the identity tags representing numbers like 8889 and 8890 to Zhu Zhuqing and the others behind her.

Zhu Zhuqing silently accepted the plate, the cold metal leaving an equally chilling sensation in her palm.

Ning Rongrong looked at the hideous skull on the sign, her face turning slightly pale, and she forced herself not to cry out.

Dugu Yan, with a hint of eager excitement, fiddled with her own cards.

Ye Lingling remained expressionless, while Meng Yiran unconsciously gripped the sign tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"This is your proof of being in the City of Slaughter. Please enter the city; someone will guide you at the city gate."

Scott's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

Lin Xia stopped talking, gripped the cold 8888 license plate tightly, and strode towards the enormous city gate that seemed to devour all light.

Zhu Zhuqing and the others immediately followed. Bangiras took heavy steps, stepping on the cracked black stone slabs, which echoed like muffled thunder. His scarlet eyes swept over the black-armored warriors who stood like statues on both sides, and a low gurgling sound came from his throat.

Scott silently watched the group's departing figures, especially the tall figure walking at the front, seemingly oblivious to the scorched earth beneath his feet, and the colossal beast behind him exuding a primordial ferocity.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and a vague unease gripped him.

The pitch-black city gate, with the four menacing dark red characters "Slaughter City" hanging high above, exudes a suffocating oppressive atmosphere.

The two rows of black-armored warriors in front of the gate stood motionless, like guardians of hell.

Before Lin Xia could show her identity card, a figure quietly emerged from the shadows inside the city gate.

A slender woman walked out gracefully, her face veiled in black, revealing only a pair of eyes that held a scrutinizing and formulaic smile.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter."

Her voice was soft and melodious, completely out of place in this gloomy environment.

She turned to the side and gracefully made a "please" gesture.

Lin Xia didn't stop walking, nor did he even glance at her, and stepped directly into the shadows of the open city gate.

Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind, her cat-like eyes scanning the surroundings warily in the dim light.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in her heart, and pulled the still somewhat dazed Meng Yiran to follow.

Dugu Yan licked her lips, her emerald eyes flashing with curiosity and fighting spirit.

Ye Lingling stepped in quietly, her aura still cool and aloof.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in the veiled woman's eyes, seemingly taken aback by the calmness of the group—especially the young man leading them. She quickly followed, walking a step behind Lin Xia.

Passing through the deep, cold doorway, the view suddenly opens up, yet one is plunged into an even deeper sense of oppression.

A world of blue and purple unfolds before my eyes.

The sky remained covered with those dark red clouds, like congealed blood, hanging so low they seemed almost within reach.

The streetlights hanging on both sides of the street emitted a cold, monotonous blue-purple light, barely dispelling the thick darkness and casting an eerie halo over everything.

The buildings are mostly constructed of dark stone, with rough and twisted shapes, devoid of any aesthetic appeal; the windows resemble empty eye sockets. (End of Chapter)