Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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Chapter 289 Clash with the King of Slaughter

Shen An stroked his chin and said, "You cut off his hand, these people won't let this go."

The fox-woman smiled seductively: "Elder Yan, please have some faith in the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. Not a single one of these people is any good."

"Besides, if I don't even have this much ability, then even if the Spirit Hall and that Dark King signed an agreement, I'm afraid I won't be able to come out alive."

Shen An chuckled. This fox woman was indeed decisive in her killings, but Shen An also agreed with what she said.

The Killing City is the best place for the most vicious and heinous people. Those who can come here are people who can't stand being in the sunlight.

"Then let's get started, Your Highness," Shen An said with a light laugh.

After escorting Hu Liena for more than half a month, their relationship was fairly good, and they could still joke around.

The two chatted easily, but when these Soul Masters, who had been eyeing them with predatory intent, heard about the Spirit Hall and the Holy Maiden, their expressions changed, and they looked at them with apprehension.

A dozen or so Soul Masters tried to retreat behind the crowd, but found that everyone silently took a step back together.

......

In a seemingly ordinary hotel in the distance, a disheveled man with a slovenly beard and missing an arm suddenly looked in Shen An's direction.

The three related words, 'Spirit Hall, Holy Maiden, Elder!' flashed through his mind, and a terrifying killing intent burst forth in his eyes, yet he quietly concealed it.

Although Tang San brought the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, it only partially resolved his hidden ailments.

At this point, he could still fight against ordinary Title Douluos, but he was helpless against elders and even faced the danger of escaping.

After all, every elder of the Spirit Hall, including the honorary elders, is a person of considerable strength, except for those like Yu Xiaogang who are not very capable.

Therefore, the usually domineering Tang Hao decided to let Shen An and his group go.

High emotional intelligence means letting them off the hook.

My emotional intelligence is low; I chickened out and didn't dare to fight.

Inside the tavern, Hu Liena, wielding a short sword, moved like a butterfly flitting among the soul masters, calmly reaping the lives of each one.

Shen An nodded slightly. He had a connection with Hu Liena when he transformed into Li Feiyu in the Star Dou Great Forest, so he did not hesitate to teach Hu Liena some sword moves along the way.

The fight in the tavern ended very quickly, in less than a minute.

All the Soul Masters who had just stood up to commit their evil deeds were now lying dead on the ground.

The remaining Soul Masters who hadn't yet made a move watched this scene in horror, silently thankful that they had gotten up a step too late.

"Now, can we go in?" Hu Liena said in a flat voice, but Shen An keenly noticed that the girl's chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Still young. He talks so easily, but killing so many people must have made him nervous," Shen An thought with a touch of emotion.

The waiter's expression remained indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to all of this.

He then quickly ran to the bar, brought over two glasses of murky liquid, which were dark red in color and emitted a strong, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood.

"Drink this, and you can enter the Killing City," the waiter said coldly.

Without hesitation, Hu Liena picked up a cup and drank it all in one gulp. The salty, sour, and astringent taste of blood permeated Hu Liena's sense of taste and touch.

She instinctively felt nauseous, but she forcefully suppressed the urge. Bibi Dong had already explained everything to her before she arrived.

Since she chose to come, she must be mentally prepared to accept everything.

"Now you can take me there, right?" The fox woman smiled, her eyes filled with determination.

The waiter slowly shook his head: "You can, but he can't." He gestured to Shen An with his eyes.

Shen An said with a hint of disdain, "I'm not drinking it."

"Then you can't~~~"

The waiter's words came to an abrupt halt, for a sword was now only 0.01 centimeters from his throat.

He knew that if he didn't agree, he would die.

"Sir, please come in." At this moment, the indifferent waiter broke into a warm smile, bent his back, and led the way for Shen An.

The group walked behind the bar, and as the mechanism was triggered, a deep hole appeared in front of them, with a cold wind blowing up.

Shen An looked inside and saw a corridor, which was the entrance to the City of Slaughter.

Tom glanced inside and refused to go down, so Shen An didn't force him and let them wait upstairs.

With Shen An's current strength as a Title Douluo, coupled with his various trump cards, he naturally wouldn't hesitate and jumped down directly.

We had been walking along the passageway for a while when a chilling voice suddenly came from all directions.

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

Shen An silently pursed his lips, thinking it was just a pretense.

The group continued walking forward, and as they emerged from the passageway, they were greeted by a group of 101 people.

They were all dressed in black armor, with even their heads covered by helmets, and one hundred of them were carrying heavy swords.

Only one person sat atop a tall warhorse, the horse itself covered in a thick layer of black armor.

However, Shen An's gaze did not linger on these people; instead, he looked behind them.

It was a black city, with thick, wide black walls, and a purple moon hanging in the sky above it.

'What a strange sight!' Shen An was astonished; there was even a moon underground, and it was purple.

"Defeat us and you'll gain entry to the City of Slaughter; lose and you die!" The black-armored knight's voice was icy, devoid of any human warmth.

'It really is a purely dark world,' Shen An thought to himself.

At the same time, Hu Liena's face was grim, and she said in a low voice, "Elder Yan, as Master said, this place has sealed my soul rings and soul skills. Here we can only use the most basic power, and this will be a fierce battle."

Upon hearing this, Shen An silently activated Unbound, and the invisible membrane of rules surrounding him instantly tore apart.

Was it sealed away? No.

As for the so-called fierce battle, Shen An looked at Hu Liena with a strange expression. This girl is really cute. Doesn't she know her own identity?

Seeing Shen An's indifferent expression, a bloodthirsty glint appeared in the black-armored knight's eyes.

"Remember this: the one who killed you is the Dread Knight, Scott!"

The black-armored knight raised his long lance, his warhorse suddenly accelerated, and a grim atmosphere swept over them.

"The Ten Elders and the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall are here. Does your Slaughter City intend to breach the contract?!" Shen An said disdainfully.

In that instant, a sense of exhilaration rose within me. I realized how wonderful it felt to overwhelm others with power without relying on strength.

Sure enough, the black-armored knight suddenly reined in his horse, his bulging muscles straining so much that his armor looked as if it were about to burst.

"Stop right there!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The people of this killing capital are not afraid of death, but they also don't want to seek it.

Moreover, their king had once ordered that if they encountered anyone from the Spirit Hall, they should report to him.

"What, weren't you going to kill me?" Shen An said with a mocking tone.

The black-armored knight grunted, "I'll go and report to the King of Slaughter."

"Why bother? Even if you die, the King of Slaughter will still appear," Shen An said quietly.

"You!" The black-armored knight glared angrily at Shen An, then looked at him with disbelief as he clutched his throat.

“Honorable envoy of the Spirit Hall, you have overstepped your bounds.” A woman in black veil walked out of the city.

"Isn't the City of Slaughter a place where people can do whatever they want?" Shen An said indifferently.

The woman in black veil paused slightly, but did not delve further into the matter. The Spirit Hall was an absolute behemoth in the world today.

Moreover, the current Pope is also the owner of the God of Slaughter Domain, and can completely ignore the rules of the City of Slaughter that restrict the abilities of Soul Masters. He is someone they cannot afford to offend.

"Let's go, take me to the King of Slaughter. My Holy Maiden is going to train in the City of Slaughter, so protect her."

The woman in black veil said nothing more, then turned and led Shen An and the other person into the city.

Unlike the darkness outside the city, the city was a blue-purple world, and along the roadsides, many emaciated people stared at them with eerie eyes.

"Another newcomer is coming, another Bloody Mary is coming, hahaha."

"Their blood must be very sweet."

A series of crazy, eerie sounds and laughter rang out, sending chills down one's spine.

Hu Liena was also slightly nervous. Only by truly entering this world could she understand just how insane it was.

Finally, led by the woman in black veil, the two entered a tall, dark hall.

A tall man, draped in a blood-red cloak, sat casually on a grand throne, looking down at Shen An and his companion.

"Why isn't it Bibi Dong who came?" he asked calmly.

Shen An smelled a faint, sweet, and fishy scent emanating from him, a scent that could intoxicate and drive one to madness without one even realizing it.

"A mere prison warden dares to sit and talk to me? Stand up!" Shen An said indifferently.

Bibi Dong said that the Slaughter City and the Spirit Hall have an agreement that the city will imprison the most heinous soul masters and not let them out, and the Spirit Hall will allow them to exist.

Therefore, in Shen An's understanding, wasn't the King of Slaughter just the prison warden? That's why he deliberately provoked him so that he could prepare for his next plan.

Hu Liena nervously tugged at Shen An's sleeve. Bibi Dong had said that even a Title Douluo would be restricted by the rules of the Slaughter City and would not be able to unleash their full strength.

Here, the Queen of Slaughter is an invincible being. Bibi Dong specifically instructed them not to provoke her, but simply to mention her name.

The woman in black veil looked at Shen An with pity. In this world, apart from the God of Slaughter, no one can disrespect the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter.

In her eyes, no matter what level Shen An was at, once he arrived in the City of Slaughter, he would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter in front of the King of Slaughter.

"Heh, interesting. In this dark world, someone actually dares to speak to me like that. They're courting death!"

A blinding red light flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes, and he appeared before Shen An with incredible speed, his pale hand reaching for Shen An's neck.

He definitely wouldn't kill him, but he would at least teach Shen An a heavy lesson.

Hu Liena, standing to the side, was so frightened that she dared not move. She felt as if she were being targeted by a bloodthirsty prehistoric beast, and that the slightest mistake would cost her her life.

However, this feeling came and went quickly, because a figure blocked her way.

The nine-leaf sword grass, resembling azure glass, blocked the King of Slaughter's attack.

Having failed to strike, the King of Slaughter's expression grew even more unpleasant; he felt that Shen An had provoked him.

“Outsider, you have provoked my anger. If I cripple you, even Bibi Dong can’t say anything,” he said coldly.

"Give it a try."

The King of Slaughter's eyes flashed even brighter, his body moving with the speed of a ghost, the blood-stained cloak behind him rustling loudly.

Boom boom boom!

In the eyes of the King of Slaughter, his attack, which was enough to overwhelm even an ordinary Title Douluo, was easily neutralized by Shen An.

"Have you had enough? It's my turn to make a move now."

Shen An spoke softly, and then, to the disbelief of the King of Slaughter, nine soul rings appeared.

Chapter 290 The King of Slaughter's Frustration

"You're not a god of death, so how can you manifest a soul ring!"

The King of Slaughter uttered in disbelief.

"Guess!" Shen An chuckled softly, his longsword gleaming, his movements as swift as a gazelle leaping from its horns as he slashed at the King of Slaughter.

He wasn't one to stand still after being beaten; he raised his sword and charged, and for a time, he and the King of Slaughter were locked in a fierce battle, with sword light and figures raging through the hall.

Shen Anxin had some doubts. Why hadn't this King of Slaughter unleashed his spirit rings yet? Moreover, he always felt that the other party wasn't going all out, and that his strength was only about the same as a level 95 Title Douluo.

The more the King of Slaughter fought, the uglier his expression became. He had already unleashed a Slaughter Domain that was even stronger than the God of Slaughter Domain.

In the City of Slaughter, this domain's power reaches its peak, possessing absolute magic-suppressing abilities, yet Shen An seems unaffected.

Little did he know that Shen An's soul skill was absolutely exempt from restrictions.

Under the whole world, I am free!

"Enough! I acknowledge your strength; you have earned my respect." After the King of Slaughter was repelled by Shen An's sword, he looked at the almost shattered hall and said in a muffled voice.

Normally, in the City of Slaughter, all Soul Masters are restricted and unable to use Soul Skills. Even if a Title Douluo comes here, he will be at their mercy.