Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, the Dragon Abyss Sword, has become its scabbard.

Chapter 72 The Slaughter Begins

"You actually went there?" A hoarse voice came from behind him. The evil spirit master clutched his chest, where the wounds were still healing.

The wounds were still visible on the emaciated body, but they were almost fully healed.

The fourth soul skill, Purification, is indeed powerful. It still exudes a sharp aura, which is the spiritual power of the Emperor's Reign attached to it.

But this is also dissipating quickly, and it's only a matter of time before he recovers.

A swarm of bats attacked the group, and the guy suddenly increased his soul power, causing Ding Quan and the others to rush towards the town.

Before dawn, a blood-red storm suddenly swept through the town, instantly waking the soul masters within.

Glancing at the pale-faced Wei'er, if she hadn't been pushing the Golden Feather to its limit to pull them along, they would have been caught up long ago.

However, it has now almost reached its limit.

The crimson bats emanating from the old man behind them spread directly to the places they passed.

Upon seeing this, the group quickly headed towards the spot in the center of the town where the blood was gushing out.

"Soul Saint!"

"what!"

"Damn it!"

...

A series of terrified and painful screams echoed from the town, and many Soul Masters suffered an undeserved calamity.

The other Soul Masters in the vicinity were immediately surrounded by blood-red bats, and many of the weaker ones were instantly turned into blood mist.

Those with greater strength were still putting up a fierce fight. Ding Quan heard the screams behind him and increased his speed again.

Ding Quan didn't care much about the deaths of these Soul Masters. Just like Tang San said, everyone who came here had a way to die.

This also includes myself and my group.

Ding Quanxuan looked at the blood-red spot in the town and saw that it was indeed a tavern.

The group moved extremely fast and arrived here in a short while.

"Just kill everyone there!" The people in the tavern weren't very strong; there was only one Soul King, and the rest weren't very powerful. A hint of relief flashed in Ding Quan's eyes.

Looking at the blood-red bat rapidly approaching them from behind, it was clear that this guy had become even stronger since arriving here.

It's unclear whether it's because of the pervasive blood energy here, or because the other party's injuries have almost healed, or perhaps because he absorbed the blood energy of the fallen ones he killed.

Ding Quan was somewhat surprised that this evil spirit master dared to slaughter these people directly after arriving here.

It seems the constraints here are weaker than he thought, which allows him to act so recklessly.

The people here are indeed ruthless and exude an evil aura.

It seems that this group of people has been affected by the atmosphere of this town and has lost their minds.

It's like being addicted to drugs; I have virtually no intention of leaving this place.

"Alright!" Upon hearing this, Ling quickly conjured ice blades on his body and shot them toward everyone in the tavern.

Ding Quanxuan's fiery eyes scanned the area, and sure enough, it emerged from the bar counter in the tavern.

It was similar to the position Tang San entered from.

"court death!"

"Soul King!"

"**"

The people in the hotel had been awakened. When they saw the ice blades rushing into the hotel and flying directly towards them, they were instantly enraged, yet also filled with fear.

Fortunately, it was the early hours of the morning, and there weren't many people in the hotel, only nine people, including one waiter.

Ling's fourth spirit ring lit up immediately, and the speed of the ice blade increased once again.

Although the few who weren't even Soul Kings managed to react, the power of the ten-thousand-year-old Soul Skill was beyond their ability to withstand, especially since the Spiritual Illusion Blade could attack their spirit.

Ding Quan looked directly at the only Soul King in the arena. A flash of fire appeared in his golden-red Xuanhuo eyes, and the Soul King immediately collapsed to the ground.

The Soul Masters here seemed to have suffered severe mental corruption. Ding Quan felt his mental power attacking this Soul King, and his already tense spirit instantly collapsed.

uh~

The waiter's eyes widened in terror as an ice blade struck his forehead in an instant. Before he could even cry out, his body was frozen solid.

jump!

The dark gold longsword struck the bar counter directly, shattering the wooden counter into pieces instantly, and turning the waiter into ice shards as well.

A pitch-black entrance appeared before Ding Quan, and a chilling wind blew out from it.

Ding Quan looked at the two people and then at the blood-red bats that were rushing towards him. Without further hesitation, he jumped in.

Crimson bats coalesced before the tavern, and an old man with a gruesome wound on his chest slowly emerged.

He stared in disbelief at the hole in the ground before him, a look of resentment in his eyes.

Then, as if sensing something terrifying, it instantly turned into a blood mist and disappeared.

A moment later, many Soul Masters from the surrounding area of ​​the town arrived at the cave entrance and showed their delight upon seeing it.

Many Soul Masters jumped in directly, heading towards what they considered paradise.

The cave entrance stretched downwards, and there was no sound behind him. Ding Quan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that guy wouldn't dare to chase after him.

However, seeing Ling Wei and the other two beside them, they wondered if it was the right or wrong for them to have entered this place.

The killing capital, a paradise for the fallen, but we can't stay here forever.

Even a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena is something few can achieve.

Although the group possessed considerable mental strength, the two of them lacked head soul bones, so it was uncertain whether they could withstand the erosion of the killing intent.

Even I don't know if I can withstand it.

The current King of Slaughter can be considered a soul beast.

In Ding Quan's view, the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter can be seen as the High Priest of the God of Asura, but now this High Priest has forgotten his duties.

"I never expected to enter this place in this way, and I don't know how far I can go." Ding Quan gripped the Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand, looking around warily.

"A city of slaughter, a paradise for the fallen, and a hell for the weak?"

"Get ready." Ding Quan and the others walked slowly, taking the opportunity to recover their physical strength and soul power, and also taking another herb.

"I knew you were planning to come here, but it seems you've just brought it up a little earlier."

"It's a bit too early." Ding Quan saw a light appear ahead, and it looked like they were almost there.

"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."

A cold voice came from all directions. Ding Quan paused, glanced at the passageway, and realized that the voice was coming from within his mind.

The group exchanged glances and looked at a bend in the road ahead, where the light was coming from.

Ding Quanxuan looked at that place with his fiery eyes; it was indeed a portal, so it seemed they had arrived.

He took a deep breath and stepped out, the cacophony of sounds instantly reaching Ding Quan's ears.

Just as the group stepped out of the passage, a figure riding a huge black warhorse, leading a troop resembling an army, stared intently at them.

The hundred-man team, wielding massive heavy swords and clad in full-body black armor, were so large that Ding Quan couldn't even see their eyes.

"You have broken the rules!" A deep, cold voice came from atop the warhorse, devoid of any emotion.

"Rules? There seem to be no rules here." Ding Quan looked at the spear in the other's hand, which was already pointed at him, and couldn't help but look at the scene behind the knight.

This is a huge city, with massive walls that are entirely black, though they glow with a red light.

Ding Quan couldn't make out how big the city was. The purple moon swaying in the sky looked very low to the ground, and he couldn't feel any light from it. The scenery further away seemed to be hidden in a mist.

It seems that although this killing city is underground, it can also be said to be another space, just like the secret realm in my memory.

Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to actually build such a huge city underground.

"If you break the rules, you must accept the punishment!" This knight seemed much easier to talk to than Ding Quan had expected.

"What punishment?!"

"Defeat me, and you will be qualified to enter the City of Slaughter!" The group of armored warriors behind him instantly moved to the sides, leaving enough space for the group.

"I am Scott the Dread Knight!" The massive warhorse charged toward the group, an aura of menacing killing intent washing over them.

Ding Quan did not retract the Dragon Abyss Sword; it remained in his hand. Ling and Wei'er also released their martial souls, but no soul rings appeared.

Soul skills are no longer usable here, but martial souls and soul power can still be used, though they are greatly suppressed.

Ding Quan sensed that his soul power was being suppressed and immediately realized what was happening.

It seems that the strong may be suppressed even more, but that is normal. If their soul power were not suppressed, this City of Slaughter would have quite a few Soul Douluo-level experts.

They unleash their full soul power, which is difficult for low-level soul masters to resist, including soul kings. After all, Zhao Wuji, who is at the soul saint level, can activate the defensive soul king without using his martial soul berserk mode.

In the original story, Tang San, who was at the Soul King level, couldn't possibly have encountered Soul Douluos here, yet he wasn't affected.

This is good news. There is a gap in soul power between the strong and the weak, but the gap is not large and can be made up for through skills and martial soul abilities.

Ding Quan raised the Dragon Abyss Sword and noticed a slight change in his expression when he saw the five rings on it; the marks formed by these soul rings were still there.

I tried using my soul power to activate it, but there was no response. It seems that the soul skill is indeed unusable.

However, the characteristics of the soul skill remained; as the soul power surged, the Dragon Abyss Sword became heavier.

At this moment, ice blades were already forming in front of Ling, and a beam of lightning surged across Wei'er's body before gathering into a ball of light in her hand.

Scott, who was charging forward, was filled with shock when a bolt of lightning struck him.

Then, a layer of ice crystals instantly condensed on the black armor, and the Dragon Abyss Sword arrived in front of him, striking his knight's lance with a powerful split.

Boom!

Scott's massive body was instantly thrown from his warhorse, landing on the ground with a loud thud.

A long sword was pressed directly against his neck, and Scott couldn't help but choke up.

The people in front of me can't use their soul skills, so why are they still attacking so terrifyingly? I feel a numbness and coldness on my body. Did they create their own soul skills?

Ding Quan sheathed the Dragon Abyss Sword, and the group turned and walked towards the city not far away.

"etc!"

"What's wrong?"

"You have passed the test and are qualified to enter the Killing City." Three plaques flew from his hand, and Ding Quan caught them.

9960.

Ding Quan looked at the sign in his hand, which had a skull on it.

Ling and Wei'er are 9961 and 9962 respectively.

"This is your identity token. Someone will guide you when you enter the Killing City."

Ding Quan took the token and headed straight for the city gate.

Looking at the black city walls before me, I knew that once I went in, I might not be able to come out.

Ding Quan and his two companions entered the city without any hindrance. The guards around them did not stop them. A charming woman looked at the group in front of her with a look of surprise. The group was quite strange. She then walked straight over.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter, I am your guide..."

Outside the city of Slaughter, Ding Quan and his companions found a place to rest, listening to the woman who claimed to be an envoy of the King of Slaughter explain the rules of Slaughter.

It was pretty much what Ding Quan had thought: those who entered the Killing City were required to participate in a Hell Killing Arena every year.

If you don't want to participate, you have to provide two cups of blood every month. These people are almost all in the outer city, where killing is not allowed and it is relatively safer.

Ding Quan and his companions saw quite a few emaciated men in this outer city, presumably due to the monthly blood draws.

As for the inner city, it's a killer's paradise. There are no rules; you can kill at will, but you must also be prepared to be killed yourself.

Among them, the Hell Killing Arena, which Ding Quan cares about the most, starts immediately once ten people have registered, with no time limit or so-called consecutive win limit.

As long as you achieve 100 wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena, you can live in the Slaughter City forever. Of course, you can also venture into the Hell Road, but this is a perilous journey with only a handful of people choosing it.

Once you pass through the Hell Road, you will obtain the title of God of Slaughter and the God of Slaughter Domain. You can freely enter and exit the City of Slaughter. Under the God of Slaughter Domain, Soul Masters can unleash Soul Skills, and their strength will no longer be suppressed.

However, only eight people have achieved this in the past thousand years, and three of them appeared in close succession.

After all, there are three people in the world who possess the God of Slaughter Domain.

Ding Quan nodded in agreement. If people with the same winning streak were grouped together, there wouldn't be enough people to kill in the entire Douluo Continent.

However, once someone with a high win rate enters the killing field, others will not sign up if they know about it. Only those with strong abilities and confidence dare to sign up.

Looking at the messenger of the King of Slaughter before him, one cannot rule out the possibility of the King of Slaughter's underhanded tactics, after all, the King of Slaughter would not want a god of slaughter to appear in the City of Slaughter.

In this case, the first dozen or so matches are actually the most difficult, since after leaving the Hell Slaughter Arena, you will be attacked and chased by the others.

Once others witness their strength and become wary, fewer people will dare to launch a sneak attack.

Ding Quan remembered that Hu Liena entered the City of Slaughter a year earlier than Tang San, and won sixteen matches in that year. However, in the following year, her winning streak reached more than seventy matches.

The next day.

During the one-day protection period, Ding Quan and the others almost fully recovered and also got used to their current limited strength.

Although they couldn't use their soul skills, it seemed that the group didn't really need soul ring skills here.

Then, under the gaze of that alluring envoy, they walked towards the inner city.

The inner city didn't have very high walls, so people from the outer city could enter at any time.

"That's insane!"

Unlike the deathly silence of the outer city, the inner city was extremely luxurious, with colorful lights everywhere, but it was also extremely chaotic.

Excited shouts and painful cries could be heard, and upon closer listening, many of them were chilling.

When Ding Quan and his group entered the inner city, many people there immediately brightened up, as these people were simply too out of place.

Moreover, all of them were very attractive.

Seeing the gazes of many people around him, Ding Quan's eyes turned cold. If he wanted to live a little easier here, he had to make an example of someone, but there were too many chickens around.

"The slaughter has begun!"

(End of this chapter)