Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Chapter 116 I'm Here to Die

The Star Luo Empire, in the far western wilderness.

In a desolate valley, after many twists and turns, a small town was strangely found.

A figure completely shrouded in black robes ignored the strange looks from the other people in the town and slowly walked into a tavern.

The tavern was dimly lit, the air was very stuffy, and it was filled with a strong smell of blood, giving people a strange feeling of darkness and coldness.

The figure glanced around, passing over the few guests present, and sat down in a corner.

A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression walked over. "What would you like?"

"A cup of dew from the underworld."

The waiter remained expressionless and simply turned and left.

Soon, a glass of murky liquid was brought out. The liquid was scarlet and had a strong, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood.

The figure picked up the cup, drank it all in one gulp, smacked his lips, and seemed to still want more.

While drinking the Yellow Spring Dew, the waiter caught a glimpse of a face under the hood.

It was an extremely aloof face, but a mouth full of sharp teeth ruined the whole look.

Most shockingly, his eyes were bloodshot, without pupils; instead, the word "blood" was deeply engraved in his eyeballs.

Seemingly noticing the waiter's gaze, the figure grinned, revealing a set of sharp fangs. "Another drink, please!"

Watching the waiter flee in panic, Lin Yang chuckled softly and ignored him.

He is not the original body, but a flesh and blood clone of the true self.

This is no ordinary tavern; it is the entrance to the Killing City.

Soon, more and more people appeared in the tavern.

Most people remained silent, sitting quietly in their seats, their gazes towards others revealing deep wariness.

Moreover, the strong smell of blood on their bodies and the fierce glint in their eyes all indicated that they were extremely wicked people.

boom!

The cup slammed down on the counter, breaking the silence of the tavern.

The waiter said coldly, "We've sold out of Yellow Spring Dew for today, everyone... it's time to get going."

As he spoke, the waiter seemed to press a switch, and a passage leading to the underground suddenly appeared behind the large counter.

The people in the tavern looked at each other, and no one made a move.

At this moment, the flesh and blood clone stepped forward, ignoring the gazes of others, and took the lead into the passage.

Seeing this, the others' eyes flickered, and they followed suit.

After everyone had entered the passage, the counter closed with a loud "bang," and the waiter nonchalantly began to greet the next group of guests.

Previously, the flesh and blood clone thought that it would have to fight a battle to gain the qualification to go to the Killing City.

Now that I think about it, the Killing City isn't exactly a good place, so what qualifications does it need?

There probably aren't enough people in the King of Slaughter inside, so how could they possibly fight and consume blood resources before even entering?

In the original story, the Black-Armored Knight targeted Tang San, saying that he had violated the rules, probably because he felt that Tang San was wasting too much blood material.

After entering the passage, there was a long corridor, completely dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

But those who can come here are all quite powerful, so this bit of darkness is nothing to them.

After walking for a while, a cold voice came from all directions, "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world full of slaughter. Here, you can get anything you want, but the price is your life."

The flesh-and-blood clone's eyes flickered, but it ignored them completely and strode forward.

The others also had shifty eyes, but having come this far, there was no turning back.

Soon, after rounding a bend, a vast city came into view.

This is the city of slaughter.

Filled with filth, bloodshed, violence, slaughter, and death, this place is a paradise for the wicked and a hell for the weak.

Before the city gate stood a group of black-armored knights, like cold, emotionless sculptures.

When newcomers arrived, they didn't even blink; they were already used to it.

As it approached the city gate, the flesh and blood clone paused slightly. It realized that its soul rings were sealed, but it could still use its abilities.

Although its power has been weakened, this is still a pleasant surprise.

It might be because his soul skills are not just soul skills, but more like blood demon arts rooted in his bloodline.

It can seal his soul rings, but it cannot affect his bloodline.

Just as Lin Yang was about to step into the City of Slaughter, an extremely abrupt voice suddenly rang out, "I want to quit!"

Everyone was stunned, and more than a dozen eyes turned to the burly man standing at the back.

The burly man shrank back slightly, but quickly glared back menacingly.

The others also stopped moving and stood there, looking on with expressions of anticipation.

At that moment, a black-armored knight suddenly stepped forward and said expressionlessly, "You can only enter, not leave."

"Hmph," the burly man snorted coldly, "I haven't even gone in yet. Whether I want to go or not is my own business, and you have no right to interfere."

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation, preparing to return the way he came.

A cold glint flashed in the black-armored knight's eyes, and three spirit rings appeared beneath his feet. Without hesitation, he attacked the burly man.

The burly man scoffed disdainfully, "A mere Soul Venerable? I'm a Soul King!"

After saying that, he was about to possess his martial spirit, but he soon discovered that although he could summon his martial spirit, he could not use his soul skills.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The burly man panicked instantly and hurriedly waved his hands.

But the black-armored knight ignored all that nonsense and stabbed him through the heart with a single spear thrust.

A Soul King-level Soul Master outside was humiliatingly killed by a Soul Venerable.

Seeing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

This is a killing city. All spirit rings and spirit bone skills are ineffective. All you can rely on is your own physical body and skills.

Therefore, even a Soul Douluo, or even a Title Douluo, could die silently here.

After watching a good show, the flesh and blood clone received a black token from the black-armored knight.

"This is your proof of identity in the Killing City. Keep it safe and go into the city. Someone will be there to meet you."

The flesh and blood clone reached out and took it.

The token felt cold to the touch, and was entirely black. The front had a skull design, while the back had a string of numbers: 13013.

After putting away the token, the flesh and blood clone strode into the city.

Then a woman wearing a long black dress and a black veil walked over, revealing only her eyes.

She bowed slightly and began to introduce herself: "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. I am your guide, and I will answer all your questions about the City of Slaughter for the next twelve hours."

The flesh and blood clone waved its hand: "Enough nonsense, take me to the killing hell arena."

The girl in the black dress paused for a moment, then said, "I suggest you first learn about the situation in Slaughter City?"

"Need not!"

The flesh-and-blood clone shook its head, then said meaningfully, "I came here to die, so don't delay my death, okay?"