The woman wore a tight black dress that barely reached her thighs, exposing her long, slender legs. Her charming face was full of allure, her eyes like water, and her naturally rosy lips, painted with black lipstick, exuded an even greater sense of mystery and unique temptation.
She slowly emerged from the gate. An extremely rich scent of blood, like a tangible mist, billowed out the moment the gate opened, as if it were the entrance to hell.
"City of Slaughter!"
"This is the City of Slaughter!"
Wang Zhong's tone carried a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected to come to this capital, known for its absolute freedom and depravity.
"It seems, my lord, that you are unaware of where you have arrived, yet you know the name of the City of Slaughter."
The woman clasped her hands at her abdomen and glided forward gracefully.
"Coming here was an accident."
"As for the name City of Slaughter, I heard it from my teacher," Wang Zhong replied casually, shifting his gaze from the woman to survey the towering, terrifying city in the distance.
A prison, where most of the members of the Sacred Spirit Cult were incarcerated. This was a paradise for sin and freedom, and also the ultimate training ground.
The training here did not hone strength, but the art of killing!
"Teacher?"
"One who knows of the City of Slaughter's existence and is active in the outside world... I wonder, which of the Ten Great Slaughter Gods is your teacher?" the woman asked with a smile like a blooming flower, her breath light as she inquired.
"Slaughter God?" Wang Zhong found the name unfamiliar. Although Bibi Dong had mentioned the City of Slaughter to him, she had only touched upon it briefly without detailed explanation.
"Those who pass the assessment of the City of Slaughter and brave the Hell Road are bestowed the title of Slaughter God," the woman explained, her gaze fixed on Wang Zhong.
She hadn't anticipated that Wang Zhong would be associated with a Slaughter God.
While Slaughter Gods were closely tied to the City of Slaughter, their emergence was a disaster for the city!
However, Wang Zhong did not answer her. He merely gazed at the City of Slaughter in the distance, caught in indecision, contemplating whether to enter.
This was a trial ground, but unfortunately, it offered no benefit in increasing one's strength. It honed the skills of killing and fostered a cold, ruthless demeanor, neither of which held much interest for Wang Zhong.
In the face of absolute power and might, all skills were rendered useless, and a cold, ruthless demeanor felt like a clown's self-amusement.
Yet, within the City of Slaughter, there was one thing Wang Zhong found extremely intriguing!
Domain!
This was an exceptionally powerful ability, or perhaps a talent, capable of providing astonishing increases in power, something even Titled Douluo would covet.
Wang Zhong himself possessed no domain. The only one he had was the Forest Domain from his right leg bone, but that was not a complete domain; it was part of a spirit bone skill.
In the City of Slaughter, completing the assessment and passing the final trial known as Hell Road would grant one a domain: the Slaughter God Domain!
It could weaken enemies, enhance oneself, and allow one to exert strength far exceeding one hundred percent. Such an ability held immense allure for Wang Zhong.
But Wang Zhong's hesitation stemmed from one reason: the Sacred Spirit Cult!
When Blood Demon fled, he ran towards this place with all his might, believing it held hope for his survival. This compelled Wang Zhong to be extremely cautious and vigilant.
Wang Zhong even suspected that perhaps one or even several elders of the Sacred Spirit Cult might be present here!
The Thousand Transformations and the Blood Demon – Wang Zhong had deliberately lured them into a trap and dealt with the former with lightning speed, thus avoiding a certain defeat in a two-on-one situation. If he had faced Thousand Transformations and Blood Demon head-on, Wang Zhong admitted he wouldn't have been able to.
The Blood Demon's uncanny ability to survive death and its blood manipulation techniques were already troublesome. Adding the unknown depth of Thousand Transformations would have had dire consequences.
"Wait a moment, the ability to survive death!"
His heart skipped a beat. Disregarding the woman's astonished expression, Wang Zhong moved with several leaps to the city wall. His Six-Winged Purple Light Wings unfurled, and he flew to where the spear was embedded.
He reached out and pulled out the spear. There was no blood on it!
"Blood Demon isn't dead!"
Wang Zhong's pupils contracted. He finally realized that his spear hadn't truly blasted the Blood Demon apart, but that the creature had deliberately exploded its body into blood mist mid-air to escape!
His head turned, and his vast, sea-like spiritual power surged forth, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Under this spiritual pressure, the woman below gasped for breath, panic rising in her eyes.
"Such terrifying spiritual pressure! Which Slaughter God's disciple is he!"
The woman's gaze turned blood red, staring intently at Wang Zhong, trying to find any clue on him, but she was ultimately futile.
Under his mental scan, Wang Zhong discovered a palm-sized black bat within the city. The bat, sensing Wang Zhong's spiritual gaze, instinctively trembled and then rapidly flew deeper into the inner city.
"You really aren't dead!"
Wang Zhong chuckled, amused. In a moment of carelessness, he had allowed the supposedly doomed Blood Demon to survive.
His thoughts raced. If there were indeed two or more elders in this City of Slaughter, Blood Demon wouldn't be so terrified. Mockery and enticement would be more fitting responses.
"The reason Blood Demon came here must be that there is something here that can restore his strength!"
"Thousand Transformations had mentioned that Blood Demon had just been resurrected. If he had just been resurrected, does that mean his strength has not fully recovered, which is why he fled desperately upon seeing Thousand Transformations die?"
With these thoughts, all of Wang Zhong's hesitation vanished. He slowly descended, a smile curving his lips, and asked the woman.
"You said earlier that I have already obtained the qualification to enter the City of Slaughter, correct?"
The red glow in the woman's eyes had long since faded. She smiled enchantingly at Wang Zhong's question, "Of course."
"Please lead the way!" Wang Zhong said directly. Since he now knew there weren't two or more elders of the Sacred Spirit Cult here, he had no need for caution.
Even though he was only a Soul Emperor at the moment, Wang Zhong could confidently say he had the certainty of killing any Titled Douluo in the world!
Only the Sacred Spirit Cult! This peculiar organization's elders possessed terrifyingly unfathomable and bizarre strength, completely different from ordinary Titled Douluo, Super Douluo, or Ultimate Douluo!
They were as strong as beings from another world!
"Please, follow me." The woman's smile remained undiminished. Although she was somewhat puzzled by Wang Zhong's previous actions, she knew what to ask and what not to ask.
"Welcome to the City of Slaughter."
The gate opened, and the woman slowly led Wang Zhong inside. Their figures disappeared as the gate closed.
Meanwhile, the guardian who still had a breath left was surrounded by a swarm of bats and sucked dry, becoming a desiccated corpse.
A moment later, the gate opened again. Another guardian, clad in armor and riding a powerful horse, emerged. His name was Scott.
Glancing at the bloodstains remaining on the gate, Scott's heart inexplicably trembled.