CHAPTER 289: CHAPTER 289: CONFRONTATION WITH THE KING OF SLAUGHTER

Shen An stroked his chin and said, "You cut off his hand. These people will not let this rest."

The fox-girl smiled charmingly. "Elder Yan, please have some confidence in the Saintess of Spirit Hall. These people, counting each and every one, not a single one is a good thing."

"Besides, if I don’t even have this bit of ability, then even if Spirit Hall and that King of Darkness sign an agreement, I’m afraid I won’t be able to come out alive."

Shen An was at a loss for whether to laugh or cry. This fox-girl was truly decisive in her killing. However, Shen An also agreed with what she said.

The Slaughter City was the best place for the most vicious and evil people. Those who could come here were all people who couldn’t stay under the sun.

"Then let’s make a move, Your Highness the Saintess," Shen An said with a light laugh.

After escorting Hu Liena for more than half a month, the relationship between the two was quite good. It was still fine to joke around.

The two talked with ease, but these soul masters, who were originally eyeing them like tigers, their faces changed when they heard "Spirit Hall" and "Saintess." They looked over with apprehension.

About ten soul masters wanted to retreat behind the crowd, but found that everyone had silently and collectively taken a step back.

In a plain and unremarkable hotel in the distance, a decadent man with a scruffy beard and a missing arm suddenly looked towards Shen An’s side.

’Spirit Hall, Saintess, Elder!’ Three related words appeared in his mind. An astonishing killing intent burst out from his eyes, but it was quietly hidden again.

Although Tang San had brought the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, at present, it had only solved a part of the hidden injuries on his body.

At this time, it was still fine for him to fight an ordinary Titled Douluo. For the likes of an elder, he would be helpless, and there was even a danger to his life.

After all, every elder of Spirit Hall, including the honorary elders, were all people of uncommon strength. Of course, watered-down goods like Yu Xiaogang were excluded.

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

High EQ: let them off the hook.

Low EQ: I’m scared, I don’t dare to fight.

In the tavern, Hu Liena held a short sword, her figure like a butterfly weaving through flowers, shuttling among the soul masters, reaping the life of each person with composure.

Shen An nodded lightly. When he was in the Star Dou Great Forest as Li Feiyu, he had had a connection with Hu Liena. Thus, along this journey, he had also not been stingy and had taught her some sword moves.

Soon, in less than a minute, the battle in the tavern had come to an end.

All the soul masters who had just stood up and were about to do something improper were now all lying dead on the ground.

The remaining soul masters who had not made a move looked at this scene in terror, silently rejoicing that they had been one step too slow to get up.

"Now, can we go in?" Hu Liena’s voice said without any fluctuation. However, Shen An keenly noticed that the little girl’s chest was rising and falling slightly.

Still young. You talk a good game, but after killing so many people, there will still be fluctuations.

Shen An thought with some emotion.

The waiter’s face, however, was still indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to all of this.

Then he quickly ran to the bar, brought over two glasses of a turbid liquid, entirely dark red, emitting a thick, fishy smell, as pungent as fresh blood.

"Drink this, and you can enter the Slaughter City," the waiter said in a cold voice.

Hu Liena took a cup without any hesitation and drank it all in one gulp. Salty, sour, and a thick bloody smell filled her sense of taste and touch.

She instinctively felt nauseous, but she forcibly suppressed this impulse. Bibi Dong had already explained everything to her before she came.

Since she had chosen to come, she was psychologically prepared to accept everything.

"Now you can take me there, right?" The fox-girl smiled radiantly, her eyes full of determination.

The waiter, however, slowly shook his head. "You can. He can’t," he gestured at Shen An with his eyes.

Shen An said with some disgust, "I’m not drinking that."

"Then you can’t~~~"

The waiter’s words came to an abrupt halt, because there was a sword that was now only 0.01 centimeters from his throat.

He understood that if he didn’t say "agree," he would die.

"This lord, please come inside," the at-this-moment indifferent waiter bloomed with an enthusiastic smile, his spine bent as he led the way for Shen An.

The few of them walked behind the bar. With the triggering of a mechanism, a deep hole appeared before everyone. A cold yin wind blew upwards.

Shen An looked inside. It was a corridor, the entrance to the Slaughter City.

Tom looked inside, and refused to go down no matter what. Shen An did not force it, letting them wait on top.

With Shen An’s current Titled Douluo strength, plus his various trump cards, he naturally would not shy away and directly leaped down.

Having walked along the corridor for some time, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Welcome to the Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world full of slaughter. Here, you can obtain everything you want. The price is your life."

Shen An silently pouted. Just trying to be mysterious.

The few of them continued to walk forward. When they walked out of the corridor, before them were one hundred and one people.

All were dressed in black armor, even their heads were covered by helmets. Among them, one hundred people held greatswords.

Only one person sat upright on a tall warhorse. Even the horse’s body was covered in a thick layer of black armor.

However, Shen An’s gaze did not linger on these people, but instead looked behind them.

It was a black city. The thick black city walls were extremely wide. In the sky above the city, a purple moon was surprisingly hanging.

’What a strange sight.’ Shen An was very surprised. There was actually a moon underground, and it was purple.

"Defeat us, and you will have the qualification to enter the Slaughter City. If you lose, it’s death!" the black-armored knight’s voice was icy, without a trace of a human aura.

’What a pure world of darkness,’ Shen An thought to himself.

At the same time, Hu Liena’s face was ugly. She said in a low voice, "Elder Yan, this place, as my master said, has sealed my soul rings and soul skills. Here, we can only use our most basic strength. This will be a fierce battle."

After Shen An heard this, he silently activated "Unrestrained." Then, the invisible film of rules on his body instantly tore apart.

Sealed? I’m not?

As for the so-called fierce battle, Shen An looked at Hu Liena with a strange expression. This girl was really cute. Didn’t she know what his identity was?

Seeing Shen An’s dismissive look, a bloody look appeared in the black-armored knight’s eyes.

"Remember, the one who kills you is Terror Knight Scott!"

The black-armored knight raised the slender knight’s lance in his hand. The warhorse suddenly accelerated, a tragic aura coming straight at them.

"The Tenth Elder and Saintess of Spirit Hall are here! Does your Slaughter City intend to break our agreement!!" Shen An said with disdain.

In this instant, a feeling of satisfaction rose from his heart. It turned out that the feeling of using one’s status to pressure others, without using strength, was so wonderful.

As expected, the black-armored knight fiercely reined in his horse, his bulging muscles stretching his armor as if it would crack.

"All of you, stop!" he shouted with all his might.

The people of their Slaughter City were not afraid of death, but they didn’t want to court death either.

What’s more, their King had once ordered that if they encountered people from Spirit Hall, they were to report to him.

"What, aren’t you going to kill me?" Shen An said with amusement.

The black-armored knight snorted. "Wait for me to report to the King of Slaughter."

"Why bother? If you die, wouldn’t the King of Slaughter also appear?" Shen An said quietly.

"You!" The black-armored knight first glared angrily, then looked at Shen An, who was clutching his own throat, with an expression of disbelief.

"Honored emissary of Spirit Hall, you have overstepped your bounds," a woman in a black veil walked out from the city.

"Isn’t the Slaughter City a place where one can act wantonly?" Shen An said indifferently.

The woman in the black veil was slightly taken aback, but she did not pursue this issue any further. Spirit Hall was an absolute behemoth in the world today.

What’s more, the contemporary Pope was also the owner of the Slaughter God Domain and could completely ignore the rules of the Slaughter City that restricted a soul master’s abilities. They were really not someone they could afford to provoke.

"Let’s go. Take me to find the King of Slaughter. My Saintess is going to train in the Slaughter City. Protect her well."

The woman in the black veil said no more, turned around, and led the two of them into the city.

Unlike the darkness outside the city, the inside was a world of blue and purple. On both sides of the road, there were many skinny people looking at them with strange eyes.

"New people have come again. There will be new Bloody Marys again, gaga."

"Their blood must be very sweet."

Crazy, strange voices and loud laughter sounded, making one’s hair stand on end.

Hu Liena was also slightly nervous. Only by truly entering could one understand what kind of crazy world this was.

Finally, under the guidance of the woman in the black veil, the two walked into a tall hall. The hall was dark.

A tall man, wearing a blood-red cloak, sat casually on a tall, magnificent chair, looking down at Shen An and the other.

"Why isn’t it Bibi Dong who has come?" he said faintly.

From his body, Shen An smelled a faint, sweet, fishy scent. It would inadvertently make one intoxicated and fall into a frenzy.

"A mere prison warden dares to speak to me while sitting? Stand up!" Shen An said indifferently.

Bibi Dong had said that the Slaughter City and Spirit Hall had an agreement. The most evil soul masters would be imprisoned here and not let out. Spirit Hall would also let it exist.

So, in Shen An’s understanding, wasn’t the King of Slaughter just a prison warden? Thus, he had specially provoked him a little to facilitate his subsequent plans.

Hu Liena was a little nervous and pulled on Shen An’s sleeve. Bibi Dong had said that upon entering the Slaughter City, even a Titled Douluo would be restricted by its rules and would not be able to display their full strength.

Here, the King of Slaughter was an invincible existence. Bibi Dong had even specially instructed them not to casually provoke the King of Slaughter. Just reporting her name would be fine.

The woman in the black veil looked at Shen An with pity. In this world, besides a Slaughter God, no one could be disrespectful to the King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City.

In her eyes, no matter what realm Shen An was at, once he arrived in the Slaughter City, in front of the King of Slaughter, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hehe, interesting. In this dark world, someone actually dares to speak to me like this. Courting death!"

A strong red light flashed in the King of Slaughter’s eyes and, with an incredible speed, appeared before Shen An. A pale hand grabbed for Shen An’s neck.

He definitely wouldn’t kill him, but he had to at least teach Shen An a heavy lesson.

At the side, Hu Liena was so scared she didn’t dare to move. She felt as if she were being stared at by a bloodthirsty prehistoric ferocious beast. A slight mistake and her life would be lost here.

However, this feeling came and went quickly, because a figure had blocked in front of her.

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, which was like azure glazed glass, had blocked this blow from the King of Slaughter.

With one blow failing to work, the King of Slaughter’s face now looked even uglier. He felt he had been provoked by Shen An.

"Outsider, you have aroused my anger. If I cripple you, even Bibi Dong can’t say anything," he said in a cold voice.

"You try."

The cold light in the King of Slaughter’s eyes grew even stronger. His body was as fast as a ghost, the bloody cloak behind him rustling.

Boom boom boom!

In the King of Slaughter’s view, the attacks he had just launched, which were enough to make an ordinary Titled Douluo unable to withstand, were lightly and skillfully resolved by Shen An.

"Have you fought enough? Next, it should be my turn to make a move."

Shen An said lightly, and then, under the disbelieving gaze of the King of Slaughter, nine soul rings bloomed.