Yu Tianming's fingertip moved slightly, and the blazing sun of golden-red light rapidly plummeted toward the tavern.
At that very moment, the people inside the tavern finally reacted and scrambled to flee.
Some soul masters summoned their martial souls and quickly unleashed their soul power. A few ordinary people without soul power also drew their weapons. Everyone's eyes turned bloodshot, charging madly toward the doors and windows.
But as the blazing sun descended upon the tavern, it unleashed an immense gravitational force. Violent winds swept through the space, making every movement excruciatingly difficult.
Yu Tianming had already sensed everything clearly: over fifty patrons and three staff members inside. The strongest among them was merely a Soul King.
A typical Soul Saint's seventh soul ring ranges from thirty to fifty thousand years. But Yu Tianming's fifth soul ring alone was already thirty thousand years old—how could these people possibly resist the pull of that gravity?
He didn't detonate the sun immediately but instead let it slowly descend, gradually swallowing the tavern whole.
Golden-red flames reflected in Yu Tianming's eyes as he calmly spoke:
"Let these raging flames burn away their sins."
When the skill finally dissipated, only a hemispherical crater remained where the tavern had once stood—everything reduced to ash.
Not a single soul master escaped.
Yu Yuanzhen looked at the scorched ground, then at the calm expression on Yu Tianming's face, and couldn't help but recall the scene when Tianming killed his first soul beast. He had been just as calm then.
Nodding slightly, Yu Yuanzhen said blandly,
"It seems I underestimated your resolve. Remember—once you enter the Slaughter City, the only one you can rely on is yourself. I won't be by your side, nor will I protect you. In that place, there are no friends, no allies—only enemies. Kill anyone who poses a threat to you. If you survive the Hell Arena, someone will be waiting for you on the outside."
Yu Tianming looked at the tavern's ruins and replied,
"Don't worry, Grandpa. In the Slaughter City, I won't show mercy."
Where the bar counter once stood, a dark and deep opening had already appeared. A cold wind gushed up from within, sweeping over the scorching ground.
The entrance to Slaughter City—it had to be here.
Earlier, Yu Tianming had already sensed the hollow space beneath the bar and realized this was the entrance. That's why he had chosen to eliminate everyone inside.
The charred ground hissed with white smoke under his boots. Ignoring the lingering heat, he walked straight up to the hole.
Without hesitation, he jumped straight into the darkness.
His body was instantly swallowed by blackness, vanishing into the void.
After falling just a few meters, he landed solidly on the ground.
He needed no light. Even in complete darkness, his sensory abilities let him clearly perceive his surroundings.
It was a long passageway, sloping downward. A chilling wind swept past his body, but he continued walking forward in large strides.
After walking for half an hour, a cold voice suddenly echoed from all directions:
"Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of Hell—a world steeped in blood. Here, you may obtain anything you desire... at the cost of your life."
Upon hearing this, Yu Tianming expanded his sensory perception to its limit, only to find an empty void behind him.
His expression grew a bit more serious as he activated Martial Soul Possession, but his steps didn't falter.
Rounding a bend, a faint light appeared ahead. Yu Tianming narrowed his eyes and extended his electromagnetic senses again: a gate had opened, and beside it, rows of soldiers in black armor stood in formation.
He could hear the noise ahead and marched forward boldly. As he exited the tunnel, hundreds of soldiers stood before him.
They all wore heavy black armor, their faces completely concealed beneath helmets.
Each held a massive sword and stood in ranks—except for one, seated atop a tall warhorse clad in thick black armor.
The mounted black-armored knight spoke:
"You have broken the rules."
His voice was low and icy, as if not spoken by any living man.
Yu Tianming didn't look at him. Instead, his gaze shifted to what lay beyond.
A black city.
Thick black walls stretched wide—clearly a sizable city. Above the city floated a purple moon, hanging low—no more than 500 meters above ground. Beyond it, everything was shrouded in pitch-black darkness.
Seeing this, Yu Tianming understood: this was either underground, beneath a barrier on Douluo Continent, or inside a sizable alternate dimension.
"So what if I broke the rules?" he asked calmly. Hadn't Tang San entered this way too?
Slaughter City had no rules. Proving one's strength was the rule.
The black-armored knight's voice remained cold and inhuman.
"You broke the rules. Therefore, you must accept punishment. Defeat me, and you'll have earned your qualification to enter Slaughter City."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his long knight's spear. The soldiers beside him stepped back, leaving a wide-open space.
The warhorse suddenly charged. The black knight, full of killing intent, rushed toward Yu Tianming. A cold aura swept forward, sharp and deadly.
Compared to the vast and majestic killing intent of top experts like Yu Yuanzhen, this knight's was much smaller—but sharper.
Inside Slaughter City, soul masters could only use the most basic powers: their martial souls in their rawest form.
Yu Tianming's soul rings did not appear with his martial soul. Aside from soul bone abilities, all other soul skills were disabled here.
Fortunately, his dragon transformation still came with Martial Soul Possession.
Though deprived of soul skills, he still had his soul power—and his strength remained. Yu Tianming felt no fear.
As the knight charged, Yu Tianming unfurled his massive wings behind him.
His strongest defense wasn't his skull or broad back—but his enormous wings, augmented by external soul bones and dragonification.
The several-meter-long wings spread wide, completely blocking the warhorse's path.
The knight closed in, just twenty feet away, his dark spear poised to pierce Yu Tianming's throat.
In that instant, Yu Tianming's wings snapped shut. Their thin membranes carried an overwhelming force, cutting through the air like they felt no resistance, and slammed toward the mounted knight.
BOOM—
The warhorse screamed in pain, its charge stopped dead. A four-meter-long knight's lance was flung into the air, spinning off into the distance.
(End of chapter)
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