"Boom boom—"
The asphalt slabs slowly moved aside, revealing a dark and deep tunnel.
Like a road of no return leading to the abyss.
"Welcome to Heaven on Earth again, esteemed guest."
The shopkeeper, holding a 9-soul coin pouch, stood in the dim light and bowed slightly to Qian Yuelong at the entrance of the underground tunnel, polite and gentlemanly.
Heaven on Earth is the name of this hotel.
Qian Yuelong thought of a sentence: "I came from heaven, passed through the human world, and went to hell."
Heaven and Earth are apart, except for Hell. Therefore, the place where the two meet is the entrance to Hell.
The black cloak blended into the deeper darkness, indistinguishable from the other.
The heavy stone slab mechanism slammed shut.
The store manager straightened up, walked lightly out of the basement, looked at the cold body lying in front of the service counter, and sighed: "...We'll have to hire someone again."
......
Qian Yuelong, who had entered the tunnel, was now plummeting down the cliff-like tunnel that was constantly descending.
In a state of spiritual vision, one can see clearly even in the dark.
As she walked, she saw a slide that suddenly turned ninety degrees downwards ahead.
The area around the entrance to the slide, except for the direction she was turning back from, was completely enclosed.
In other words, there is only one entrance.
The entrance is about 5 meters in diameter and can accommodate several people.
After a moment's thought, Qian Yuelong cautiously summoned her martial soul, using the passive effect of her first soul skill to mimic the Floating World Golden Lotus into a familiar flower umbrella, intending to slowly float down.
Halfway there, she discovered that her soul skill had become stagnant, like still water.
The bluish-gold flames were extinguished in the deep darkness.
Knowing the setting of the Slaughter City, Qian Yuelong knew that she had truly stepped into the territory of the Slaughter City.
Whether inside or outside the city, anything within the area shrouded by the red moon is a killing ground.
Those who have not been granted a position by the King of Slaughter are not allowed to use soul skills, and their soul power will also be affected and suppressed.
With a light leap in the air, using the Golden Lotus of the Floating World as a foothold, they descended straight down the smooth tunnel.
"Welcome to the City of Slaughter."
A soft, gentle female voice drifted out.
Like a ghost, a chilling aura spread the moment the voice rang out.
The special material shielded Qian Yuelong's mental energy detection, making it impossible to detect the sound source.
Qian Yuelong lowered her eyes, and with a slight thought, she poured pure soul power into the Floating World Golden Lotus. The miniature lotus suddenly multiplied and appeared at her next foothold.
This time, however, Qian Yuelong did not move. Instead, she landed steadily in the center of the lotus platform that was shimmering with purple-gold light, allowing the Floating World Golden Lotus to slowly descend from mid-air to the hazy light at the bottom.
The air was thick and murky, and a strong smell of blood wafted through the wind.
In the deep night sky, not a single star could be seen, only a huge red moon hung high, casting a chaotic and strange glow that faintly illuminated the black buildings standing in the thick fog.
A damp, cold wind blew, and a chilling atmosphere spread.
Qian Yuelong gracefully landed from the center of the lotus platform, looking ahead at the black-armored knights who had gathered in the mist at some unknown time.
Black armor and helmets completely concealed their true forms, and the warhorses—the spirit beasts—below them were also heavily armored, guarding the massive gate that was over thirty meters high alongside their masters.
At a glance, there were about a hundred people.
Qian Yuelong was not unfamiliar with the aura emanating from them; in fact, it felt like a long-lost feeling.
That was the ferocity forged from a mountain of corpses and a chilling killing intent that seemed to materialize.
Qian Yuelong stood motionless, maintaining a safe distance of 150 meters from the Black Armor Knights.
"Newcomer, which entrance did you come in from?"
A cold voice came from beneath the helmet of the leading black-armored knight.
Thinking of the hotel name the manager had mentioned at the end, Qian Yuelong tentatively asked, "Heaven on Earth?"
As soon as he finished speaking, one of the knights behind the leading black-armored knight rode forward and whispered a few words in his ear.
The leading knight nodded slightly, but the chilling killing intent emanating from him did not diminish in the slightest. He looked at her and said, "You have not violated the rules and are qualified to enter the City of Slaughter."
Qian Yuelong shifted her gaze slightly, sweeping over the massive black building complex behind them: "So, I can enter now?"
She guessed that they must have a special communication channel that allowed them to receive messages from the ground in a timely manner.
The first thing to answer Qian Yuelong was a wine vessel that came flying through the air.
"call out--"
Qian Yuelong raised her hand, her sleeves fluttering, easily dissipating the force from the wine vessel. She steadily caught the vessel and looked at the black-armored knight who had thrown it at her with a puzzled expression: "What is this?"
The black-armored knight said indifferently, "You may enter. But you will also need to pay an entrance fee."
Qian Yuelong: "......"
...The shop manager didn't tell her that she also had to pay a cup of Yellow Spring Dew for the city entrance fee!
So after all this, it turns out that everyone, whether they came in legally or not, has to fight?
Qian Yuelong, who had no intention of bleeding, naturally thought of this.
The men opposite also coldly stared at the black-robed woman who had concealed her face, waiting for her to pay the price herself, while also guarding against her forcing her way into the city.
"Is it enough to just pay for any cup of Yellow Spring Dew?"
A clear, melodious voice, carrying a purity that seemed out of place in this blood-soaked region, rang out from beneath the black robe.
The black-armored knight remained unmoved as he sat on his horse and said coldly, "Yes."
"That..."
The first drawn-out syllable was still echoing in their ears when Qian Yuelong's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. The black-armored knights who had been keeping a close watch on Qian Yuelong only managed to catch a fleeting afterimage. Various martial spirits appeared from different cities, and a unified eight-ring rose from beneath the feet of the black-armored knights.
It's unbelievable that they are all Soul Masters at the Soul Douluo level!
"Zheng—"
The whistling wind seeped in through the gaps in the armor, and Qian Yuelong, who appeared silently behind a black-armored knight at the edge, raised her hand and placed it on the arm of the black-armored knight who possessed a chain-like weapon spirit.
The black-armored knight's second spirit ring flashed, and the red-glowing iron chain writhed like a snake, trying to entangle its prey and strangle it.
However, the next second, the vast and pure spiritual energy transformed into a giant hand, gripping the snake's vital point and binding the iron chains together with absolute crushing force.
"I'm sorry, but I need to borrow your blood."
The chains emitted a mournful metallic groan, strained under the weight.
Slender, fair hands pressed against the hard armor. The black-armored knight's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, shrank in shock as he realized that even though his soul power was not restricted, he was still unable to break free from the power's restraint.
The steel armor he wore, made of a special material, was gently pressed down by a seemingly soft and boneless hand that emerged from beneath his black sleeve.
In that instant, it was as if an unseen force struck his armor.
Numbness traveled through the skin along the spiderweb-like cracks in the armor. Qian Yuelong held a sharp piece of armor in her hand and swiftly slashed at her muscular arm exposed to the air.
The muscles were pierced, and bright red blood flowed out.
A black wine bottle was placed against the edge of the wound on the arm to catch the blood.
"Don't move, it'll be over soon."
Qian Yuelong, who had suppressed people with powerful spiritual energy and concentrated mental strength, said earnestly.
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