Seeing Lin Chen openly consume the immortal herb to restore his soul power, Ghostly Demon and Ghost Leopard Douluo roared angrily, "Boy! How dare you break your promise!"
Lin Chen, with a stalk of white soul-power grass still dangling from his mouth, sneered indistinctly, "An agreement? It's four of you against one of me, and I'm not allowed to recover? In my current half-crippled state, even if you win, does it sound good to others? It's the Spirit Hall that's losing face!"
Ghost opened his mouth, but was speechless. Indeed, if they took advantage of someone's vulnerability, they, the four Title Douluos, would lose all face. He could only snort coldly, cross his arms, and wait on the spot, his face full of frustration.
Seizing this precious moment, Lin Chen swallowed several top-grade restorative immortal herbs in succession and frantically refined them using the Northern Darkness Divine Art. His depleted dantian quickly replenished, and his soul power surged at a visible speed, instantly restoring him to his peak state.
Before long, two figures broke through the air and arrived. They were the exhausted Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Spirit Kite Douluo.
Upon seeing Lin Chen being stopped, Yue Guan burst into smug laughter: "You brat! Why aren't you running away anymore? Let's see how I deal with you today!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he met Lin Chen's gaze, which looked at him like he was an idiot. His heart skipped a beat, and he sensed that something was wrong.
Ghost quickly stepped forward, pulled him behind her, and whispered the whole story of the bet.
Upon hearing this, Yue Guan's face instantly turned a deep shade of liver color, and he roared inwardly: "Disgraceful! Utterly disgraceful! I must catch this kid and shut him up, otherwise how will he ever be able to face the Soul Master world again?"
Lingyuan Douluo frowned, but given the circumstances, he could only nod in agreement. The four exchanged glances, all seeing a resolute determination in each other's eyes: they had to take them down!
"You've reached an agreement? Then let's go!" Lin Chen's eyes sharpened, and with a clench of his right hand, Thor's Hammer appeared with a thunderous roar, crackling with purple-gold lightning, its power overwhelming.
"Fine! Prepare to die!"
The four Title Douluos roared in unison, and the light of their seventh spirit rings surged to its maximum!
"Martial Soul True Form!"
Four enormous phantom spirits—the Celestial Chrysanthemum, the Ghost Shadow, the Ghost Leopard, and the Spirit Kite—soared into the sky, blotting out all the light in the forest. Immediately afterward, their ninth spirit rings simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, unleashing the ultimate killing moves of the four Title Douluos, bombarding Lin Chen without reservation!
Four devastating torrents of energy converged into one, crushing down with a terrifying force that threatened to annihilate Lin Chen completely!
Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You really want to kill me? Too bad, you can't!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void behind his head trembled, and a purple-gold divine ring, though cracked, still possessed unparalleled divine power, slowly emerged!
"Buzz—!!!"
The moment the divine ring appeared, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed! A supreme pressure that transcended all things in the world descended with a roar, instantly suppressing the aura of the four Martial Soul True Bodies!
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the others were horrified, their bodies trembling, their eyes filled with extreme fear: "This... what kind of spirit ring is this?! This power... surpasses even His Holiness the Pope's level 99 Limit Douluo!"
They finally realized that the young man in front of them was someone they could not afford to mess with!
Lin Chen gave them no chance to react. The Thunder God Mark between his eyebrows erupted, and a Thunder God Dharma Image ten thousand feet tall slowly condensed behind him, holding a thunder hammer that could pierce through the heavens and earth, echoing the Thunder God Hammer in his hand!
"Divine Skill - Thor's Hammer!"
With a roar, Lin Chen unleashed his Thunder God Dharma Form, wielding a giant hammer and slamming it down with world-destroying divine might upon the four converging torrents of the Ninth Soul Skill!
"boom--!!!"
There was no earth-shattering, continuous collision, only a momentary annihilation!
The ultimate combined attack of the four titled Douluo was shattered instantly like paper before Thor's Hammer!
A terrifying shockwave of thunder swept across the land, cracking the earth and turning ancient trees to ash!
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Gui Bao, and Ling Yuan were struck as if by a heavy blow. They spat out blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground. Their bones were shattered, and they were barely breathing, unable to move anymore!
One strike! Just one strike! And it shattered four Title Douluos!
Using the recoil from the explosion, Lin Chen transformed into a streak of purple light, soaring into the sky without looking back and instantly disappearing into the horizon.
Only his cold and domineering voice, like a divine pronouncement, echoed above the ravaged forest, reaching the ears of the four Title Douluos who lay paralyzed on the ground:
"I said, since Bibi Dong wants to see me, let her come in person! You alone are not enough! You should be all the forces she can mobilize, right? Next time, let her come to see me herself!"
The sound faded away, leaving only four Spirit Hall Douluos, their faces ashen and filled with despair, lying paralyzed in the ruins.
Using the recoil from the shockwave, Lin Chen landed steadily. He then used his Lingbo Weibu footwork to its fullest extent, his figure darting into the dense forest like a ghost, and soon found a hidden cave.
He sat cross-legged and quickly swallowed several restorative herbs. The rich medicinal power dissolved within his body, sweeping away his fatigue. Closing his eyes and sensing his own strength, Lin Chen couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Without activating the Blue Silver Emperor and Dragon God Martial Souls, he could easily overwhelm four Title Douluos with just the Thunder God Hammer, Soul Bone Skills, and Thunder God Ring; even without using the ring, he could easily contend with a single Title Douluo in a one-on-one fight. Such combat power is more than enough to make him invincible in the Douluo Continent.
"Tsk, he's getting stronger and stronger." Lin Chen rubbed his chin, feeling a little itchy. "The Slaughter City is a good place to go. It'll be a good opportunity to test the power of his pure physical body and domain."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he slapped his forehead, his face full of regret: "Oh dear! I was so focused on fighting head-on that I completely forgot to use my domain!"
Nourished by five 500,000-year spirit rings, his Blue Silver Domain had long since evolved to its peak, containing the power of life and devouring; his Thunder Domain was even more domineering and unparalleled, capable of suppressing spirit power and paralyzing enemies. If he had activated both domains just now, dealing with those four Title Douluos would have been much easier, and he wouldn't have needed to use the Thunder God Rings at all.
"Sigh, this is the trouble of having too many skills. Once you get into a fight, you forget everything." Lin Chen shook his head helplessly, stood up, and dusted himself off.
He retrieved the map left behind by the system from his spatial soul tool, tapped it lightly, and locked onto the location of the Killing City. After confirming the route, Lin Chen didn't delay any longer. In a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and sped off in the direction marked on the map.
They sped along, avoiding human habitation and venturing into dense forests and wilderness. Several days later, a gloomy and oppressive black forest appeared before them, the air thick with the stench of blood and decay, and even sunlight could hardly penetrate the layers of tree canopy.
Lin Chen stepped into the Black Forest, the dry branches beneath his feet cracking crisply. All around was deathly silent, save for the whistling of the wind through the leaves. After venturing several miles deeper, a simple tavern suddenly appeared in a clearing in the forest.
The tavern was built of rough logs, with a roof covered in blackened thatch, mottled walls, and a few wooden windows hanging crookedly, faintly letting in the dim yellow candlelight. A faded wooden sign hung at the entrance of the tavern, with the four characters "Yellow Springs Tavern" written on it in dark red paint, the characters grotesque, as if soaked in blood.
Pushing open the door, a stench of cheap beer, sweat, and a faint smell of blood assaulted the senses. The room was dimly lit, the tables and chairs worn and dilapidated, many bearing dark red stains of varying shades—clearly the marks of years of fighting. A few patrons sat in the corner, each with a sinister gaze and a fierce aura, exuding a subtle but palpable murderous intent as they warily scanned everyone who entered.
This is the only entrance to the City of Slaughter—the Underworld Tavern.
Before entering the Yellow Springs Tavern in the Black Forest, Lin Chen had a thought and took out the divine artifact-level Thousand Illusion Mask.
With a mask covering his face and a faint light flashing, his appearance and temperament changed drastically in an instant, transforming him into a handsome and aloof man with blue hair and blue eyes—it was none other than Tang San!
"Hehe, this face is the easiest to use to get things done." Lin Chen chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. "If I can manage to trick Tang Chen into handing over the Great Sumeru Hammer inheritance, that would be a huge win; even if I fail, and cause trouble here, Tang San himself will take the blame, what does it have to do with me, Lin Chen?"
Having made up his mind, he pushed open the creaking wooden door of the tavern.
The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into unrestrained laughter and stares. The room was filled with burly men with menacing faces and menacing auras. They looked at "Tang San" with his delicate and fair-skinned appearance, their eyes filled with mockery and greed, and a chorus of foul language filled the air.
Lin Chen was too lazy to waste words with these scumbags. He walked straight to an empty seat in the corner and calmly asked the bartender behind the counter, "I want to enter the Killing City. Where is the entrance?"
Upon hearing this, even more unrestrained laughter erupted in the tavern.
A burly man with a face full of scars slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Lin Chen's nose and mocking, "Hahaha! You pretty boy like you dare to go to the Killing City? I think you're tired of living! Go home and find your mother to drink milk!"
Lin Chen's eyes turned cold instantly, and his tone was indifferent: "I don't like killing people, but animals are an exception."
Before he finished speaking, an extreme lightning domain suddenly erupted from his body!
"Buzz—!"
An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire tavern, thunder rumbled in the dimly lit room, and countless tiny arcs of purple-gold electricity danced and struck down in the air!
"Sizzle sizzle—!"
Screams rose and fell. The once arrogant and domineering thugs were instantly electrocuted, their bodies convulsing and charred. They didn't even have time to unleash their soul skills before collapsing to the ground, powerless to resist.
Lin Chen remained expressionless, and with a flick of his wrist, the Zhuge Crossbow appeared in his hand, its mechanism clicking continuously.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Poisoned crossbow bolts pierced each person's throat with precision, swiftly and cleanly ending the lives of this group of scum.
After resolving the trouble, Lin Chen put away the Zhuge Crossbow. A faint light flashed between his brows, and his Divine Eye of Truth was activated, his gaze piercing through the obstacles on the ground.
He could clearly see that the blood and soul energy released after these people died were drawn together as if by some force, converging towards the depths of the underground behind the tavern, where a hidden spatial rift—the entrance to the City of Slaughter—was located!
Seeing this, Lin Chen was speechless. He slapped his forehead, looking annoyed: "Tsk, if I had known that I could locate the entrance with the Eye of Truth, why would I have bothered killing these useless people? What a waste of energy, and I've only dirtied my hands."
Lin Chen stood above the entrance where blood energy converged, and with a flick of his wrist, Thor's Hammer appeared.
He neither dodged nor avoided, but poured his soul power into his arms and slammed down with all his might!
"Boom—!"
The deafening roar shook the earth, and the hard rock crumbled like tofu, revealing a pitch-black hole about ten feet in diameter and bottomless.
Lin Chen's figure blurred, and he leaped in.
Passing through layers of dark stone walls, a breathtaking panorama suddenly appeared before my eyes—a scene of purgatory unlike anything I had ever seen before.
The first thing that catches the eye is the ever-changing blood-red sky. The clouds are thick as blood, so dark they seem ready to drip down at any moment, shrouding the entire space in an eerie crimson hue. Hanging in the sky is an equally eerie blood moon, its cold light casting down a chilling glow that brings no gentleness but instead makes the world appear even more sinister and desolate.
The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, a mixture of decay and gunpowder. Taking a deep breath could even send a nauseating, sweet aftertaste through the air. In the distance, ancient and dilapidated city walls coiled like a giant dragon, their structure built of dark red boulders, covered with countless marks from sword strikes and stained with blood.
On the city wall, four powerful characters, seemingly watered with blood, shone brightly—"City of Slaughter."
These four words, carrying a chilling blend of domineering power and despair, proclaim the law here: only through killing can one survive.
Beneath their feet lay muddy ground stained with dark red blood. In the distance, they could vaguely see black buildings of varying heights and countless figures hurrying by, exuding murderous intent. Here, there was no light, no hope, only endless slaughter and depravity.
Lin Chen landed steadily, looked up at the blood-red sky, and a slowly excited smile appeared on his lips.
"Slaughter City, I, Lin Chen, have arrived."
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