Tang San and Ma Hongjun, who had arrived at the town on the outskirts of Slaughter City, temporarily settled down. As for where they got their living quarters, they simply took them from previous residents. Under the rules of Slaughter City, transactions with Gold Soul Coins weren't allowed here. As long as you were strong enough, you could enjoy all resources in this eerie town.
This was Tang San's second time here, and he had even undergone two years of baptism within Slaughter City itself, so he found everything happening here to be perfectly normal.
However, Ma Hongjun, who came with him, was not so accustomed. The pungent smell of blood permeating the air and the dried bloodstains everywhere on the ground challenged his physiological limits. After half a day in the town, even the stout man, who had seen many grand spectacles, felt waves of nausea.
"Hey, Tang San, do we really have to establish our Sect in this awful place?"
Hearing this, Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun, shook his head, and explained, "I'm sure you already know about my identity. Spirit Hall won't allow us to grow and strengthen anywhere on the continent."
"And the only places on the entire continent where the Tang Sect can have a glimmer of hope are the outskirts of Slaughter City and the Far North Land. Do you want to go to the Far North Land?"
After listening to Tang San's analysis, Ma Hongjun's mind instantly conjured images of the freezing cold and heavy snow of the Far North. As a fire-attribute Soul Master, just thinking about it made him shiver all over, and he quickly shook his chubby face.
"No, no, no, let's just stay here. Give me a couple of days to adjust."
"Mm, no hurry. You should get some good rest first."
Tang San nodded with a slight smile. In truth, he had felt quite uncomfortable himself the first time he came. It was understandable that the stout man needed time to adapt to the environment here.
There was actually another reason he chose the outskirts of Slaughter City instead of the Far North Land: countless Fallen resided here, and new blood was constantly flowing in. This meant that the Tang Sect wouldn't lack manpower during its initial development.
If they were to establish their base in the Far North Land, the outcome would be completely different. In that vast, snowy expanse, it was common to not see anyone for months, let alone develop a Sect.
Just as the two were about to eat some dry rations and rest, Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly, glancing to his side. Several dark figures were stirring outside the window there.
Ma Hongjun followed Tang San's gaze and also noticed the presence of these people.
"Looks like there's work again. Your turn or mine?"
"I'll do it. We still need to live here for now, and if you start fighting, we'll probably have to find a new place again."
After pondering for a moment, Tang San still felt it was better for him to handle it. The houses in the Twilight Town were mostly wooden structures, and the stout man's attacks were generally large-scale fire-attribute attacks. Regardless of whether they won or not, the house would definitely be uninhabitable afterward.
"Alright, I'll leave it to you then."
"I'll be right back. You can eat something first."
"Uh..."
As Tang San flashed and disappeared from the room, Ma Hongjun instantly froze in place. How broad-minded must one be to sit inside and eat while someone else goes out to kill? Wouldn't eating then be pointless? He'd surely have to return it to Mother Earth later.
Outside the window was a group of Fallen. They had heard of the cruelty within Slaughter City and, feeling they weren't strong enough to survive there, resorted to robbing homes in Slaughter Town as their only way out.
The newcomers, Tang San and Ma Hongjun, quickly became their targets. However, those who had survived in the town for so long were clearly not reckless. They were cautiously probing Tang San and Ma Hongjun's strength, of course, hoping to wait until the two were asleep before making their move.
"Why don't we just charge in? How strong can two kids be? Even if they're strong, can they really take on all of us?"
"Less talk. These two kids managed to defeat the original owner of the house, North, so they must have something special about them. It's better to be careful."
"Tsk."
In any group, there will always be a few reckless individuals, and correspondingly, cautious ones. Tang San, who had quietly crept behind this group, took all of this in.
After observing for a while, he realized that the strength of this group was uneven. The weakest were only Soul Elder cultivators. For Soul Masters of this level, there was only one choice to preserve their lives and survive here: abandon all dignity and attach themselves to other strong individuals.
The leader, the bald man who had just reminded his companions to be cautious, appeared to be a high-level Soul Emperor based on the fluctuations of Soul Power emanating from him.
Knowing their strength, Tang San quickly determined he had the advantage. Opponents of this caliber didn't require him to be overly cautious. His Slaughter God's Domain instantly unleashed, and everything within the space was suppressed by the materialized killing intent, even beginning to slowly condense frost.
"W-what in the world is happening?"
"S-such terrifying killing intent, this... is this even human?"
The group covered by the domain instantly felt their hairs stand on end, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. The weakest among them began to tremble all over. The Soul Elder-level Soul Master even fainted directly under the killing intent. The others ignored their fallen companion and mechanically turned their heads to look behind them.
The bald man leading the group saw Tang San's appearance and his pupils abruptly constricted. Wasn't this the very kid their group had been watching?
"You... you..."
"Me what? You who want to kill, do you not have the resolve to be killed?"
Before the bald man could say anything more, two Zhuge Repeating Crossbows suddenly appeared in Tang San's hands. With continuous pulls of the trigger, dozens of arrows, whistling through the air, shot rapidly towards the group.
Under the suppression of the Slaughter God's Domain, except for the stout man who had just wanted to act directly and the bald man leading the group, the others hadn't even reacted before the arrows were upon them.
Just as they tried to dodge, countless dark Blue Silver Grass shot up from the ground, quickly tying them up like zongzi. The incoming arrows then successfully pierced through their foreheads.
Screams echoed through the space, causing the Fallen lurking further away, intending to "stalk the mantis while the oriole watches," to immediately retreat. Their strength was not much different from the bald man's group. Since that group had been utterly defeated, they likely wouldn't have the strength to take down those two kids either.
These people internally exclaimed that another formidable individual had arrived in Slaughter Town, and at the same time, they silently mourned for the bald man's group. They had truly bitten off more than they could chew this time.
The bald man and the stout man, being strong enough, quickly broke free from Tang San's Blue Silver Entanglement, then swiftly activated their defensive Soul Skills to block the incoming arrows.
The stout man's Martial Soul was a Rhinoceros. When his defensive Soul Skill was activated, his entire body was enveloped in a faint purple watery glow, and the arrows fired from the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow nearly shattered his proudly held defense.
Now, the stout man's eyes no longer held their previous arrogance; instead, they were filled with endless solemnity.
"All these small iron arrows firing at once have the attack power of a high-level Soul King, and I don't feel any Soul Power fluctuations on them."
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