Tang San fell several meters in the darkness of the vertical passage before his feet touched solid ground.
Despite being in darkness, Tang San's Purple Demon Eye clearly discerned the surrounding scenery.
A chilling aura constantly blew upon him. Ahead lay only a solitary, winding path, with no other forks to choose from.
Even without seeing another soul, Tang San dared not be careless. He unleashed his spiritual power and proceeded steadily and cautiously.
After taking one thousand four hundred and sixty-two steps, a voice echoed from all directions.
"Welcome to the Slaughter City, the capital of hell. Here, you can obtain anything you desire, but the price... might be you."
The effeminate female voice drifted into his ears with the whistling wind.
Tang San halted his steps, his spiritual power surging forward at his mental command.
However, before it could advance aggressively, it was intercepted midway.
Tang San discovered that the material of the tunnel prevented his spiritual power from penetrating!
This was no simple matter.
Tang San's expression grew solemn. His footsteps didn't falter; he continued forward, as turning back was no longer an option. He could only press on with a sense of dread.
"Tap, tap,"
His footsteps echoed distinctly in the darkness.
Rounding another bend, a faint glimmer of light appeared ahead.
Tang San narrowed his eyes, concentrating his Purple Demon Eye. The light in front of him immediately magnified in his vision.
Black mist sprayed out like paint, highlighting the grand and silent silhouette of the city.
A purplish-red moon hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow that enveloped the entire dark city.
It was unbelievable that such a vast city existed underground...
Tang San's steps paused as his gaze fell upon the Black Armored Knights who had emerged silently from the black mist.
They were entirely covered in black armor, even their faces concealed by helmets.
A hundred Black Armored Knights, wielding greatswords, stood silently behind a Black Armored Knight seated upon a majestic warhorse.
"You have violated the rules," a deep, cold voice emanated from the Black Armored Knight.
Tang San stared at the one who seemed to be the leader, his gaze shifting.
...
After the Black Armored Knight's warhorse was smashed into an unidentifiable mass of flesh by the dark Clear Sky Hammer, and he himself was sent flying by Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong combined with the Chaotic Wind Hammering technique, the Black Armored Knight scrambled to his feet. Under Tang San's cold, scrutinizing gaze, he drew a black token carved with a skull from the soul tool at his waist. Enduring the excruciating pain of his right arm being shattered, he handed the black token to Tang San. Sudane Novel Network.
"Nine-five-two-eight. This is your city entry number and your proof of being in Slaughter City. Upon entering, someone will guide you to the next procedure at the city gate. No combat is required, just filling out a form."
Tang San lowered his gaze to the black token. He put away the Clear Sky Hammer, stepped forward, grasped the token, and without hesitation, pulled it from the Black Armored Knight's hand. He strode forward, not sparing the knight another glance.
The Black Armored Knight, his right arm bone-shattered and hanging limply, watched Tang San's receding back.
The thick black city walls, and the purplish-red moon that seemed close to the ground but was actually a considerable distance away, imbued the city with an unspeakable darkness and mystery.
He exhaled, his fingers spreading as he drew the greatsword that had fallen nearby back into his hand. He raised it, intending to strike his own right arm.
"Scott, what are you doing?"
A soft, childlike voice reached his ears. Scott paused, unhesitatingly lowering his greatsword. He then performed the same action as the other Black Armored Knights—
"Little Princess."
One hundred and one Black Armored Knights bowed their heads respectfully in a vast expanse, kneeling on one knee.
Tang Sui, dressed in a blue-black lace dress, looked at the disheveled Scott with curiosity. She raised her hand, and a black-red demonic energy pulsed from her fingertips, entering Scott's body.
Scott did not activate his soul power to resist the invading force. Instead, he gritted his teeth and endured the energy as it settled into his shattered right arm, mending it like mutated superglue, as long as there were bone fragments, no matter how broken, it would be reattached.
Of course, this process was far more arduous than Tang Sui's direct use of her second soul skill.
However, with the title of Record Keeper, she had also placed her Ape Mask inside the black tent. If she were to use a soul skill, only the Fox Mask and Dafei would be by her side, making it easy for others to notice something was amiss.
Her grandfather had told her to commit to a path of mystery if she could, leaving no opportunities for others. That was why she was using demonic energy.
In a sense, the "god" she had "created" indeed possessed capabilities. At the very least, by using the God's Eye medium on them, the demonic energy could penetrate more smoothly, granting them minor buffs, such as greatly increased strength and power, and even healing, but only physical healing.
Yes, in the past year or so, the entire Slaughter City, from within to without, had become followers of this god.
The primary contributor, Tang Sui, was currently looking at Scott, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Who injured you like this?"
Battling with soul masters trying to enter Slaughter City, bone fractures, internal injuries, or even death were commonplace. However, this was the first time Tang Sui had seen Scott, a Soul Douluo, have his right arm completely disabled, rendering him unable to act, since arriving in Slaughter City.
Without her or a healer, this arm would have been unrecoverable here.
Hearing Tang Sui's question, Scott fell silent, selectively skipping the previous part of the question. He chose to gloss over it, answering, "It was a newcomer who challenged and won after violating the rules."