Chapter 583: Fusion of Soul Bone Triggers Heaven and Earth Anomalies, Lightning Tribulation Arrives Again!
Chapter 583: Fusion of Soul Bone Triggers Heaven and Earth Anomalies, Lightning Tribulation Arrives Again!
The few did not delay any further.
They walked down the rugged mountain path.
Along the way, they encountered a few ten-thousand-year frantic Soul Beasts attracted by the blood of the Thunder Beast, which didn’t require Lin Qingmo to worry at all.
Zi Ji casually flicked out several extremely fierce Chaos storms, directly sweeping them into a ground of minced meat.
The group quickly arrived at the coastline.
"Moo!"
Da Ming gave a tacit low and deep bovine roar.
His massive cyan giant python body smashed directly into the pitch-black seawater.
He steadily carried everyone on his back, and his thick python tail split open the heavy water surface.
Like an indestructible giant warship, he swam rapidly toward the more dangerous hinterland of the Sea of Chaos Burials.
...
Long after Lin Qingmo and his group left.
At the originally dead silent skyline, the heavy leaden clouds were forcibly torn apart by an extremely violent force.
"Crack!"
A huge dark golden figure, like a falling meteor, heavily smashed onto the bald peak of Thunder Island.
The surrounding land vibrated violently along with it.
This was a peerless Ferocious Beast with a terrifying figure—Jiuyou Hu’e.
It possessed thick limbs and was covered all over in heavy dark golden scales.
Stepping on the scorched earth that still retained high temperature, its flat nostrils twitched slightly.
It was sniffing extremely carefully at the faint information remaining in the air.
"The stench of that boneless demon fish trash... and there is also an extremely unfamiliar, extremely pure aura of destruction."
Its huge head slowly pressed downward.
Its line of sight accurately fell onto the bloody, mangled remains at the bottom of the thunder pool.
That was the corpse of the Thunder Beast after its tendons were pulled and bones were removed.
The fierce light within its two blood-colored vertical pupils surged out like substance.
Wu’e could no longer remember for how many years no outsider had dared to act so presumptuously in its territory.
Not only did they slaughter its lackeys,
but they also drained the energy Origin of the entire Thunder Island until not even slag was left.
This was stripping off its face and stepping on it in the mud!
"Roar..."
A low and hoarse beast roar rolled continuously in its throat, bringing out terrifying sound waves.
The ground of the entire island began to vibrate slightly with its anger.
Gloomy green Nine Nether Flames spread crazily out from the soles of its thick feet.
Carrying a high temperature that could melt through even space, this flame rapidly climbed onto every piece of rock on Thunder Island.
Immediately following that,
a dark golden beam of light connecting heaven and earth shot straight into the clouds from within its body.
The pressure of destruction was vented out without any reservation.
Thunder Island, which had already lost the support of the Formation, could no longer withstand this level of internal destruction.
"Rumble!"
Massive spiderweb-like cracks began to rapidly tear downward from the mountain peak.
Large chunks of rocks mixed with crimson magma from deep underground rolled out.
In just a short moment.
This massive floating island that had stood in the Sea of Chaos Burials for tens of thousands of years disintegrated into countless charred remains.
Like an extremely tragic meteorite shower, they smashed into the dead silent black sea one after another.
Jiuyou Hu’e didn’t even look at those broken rocks sinking into the seabed.
Its massive body transformed into a dark golden stream of light that split the dimness.
Following that faint aura, it roared away in direct pursuit of the sea area where Lin Qingmo and his group had left.
...
The western side of the Douluo Continent.
The far-western wilderness far away from bustling city-states.
Fierce winds raged,
whipping up yellow sand all over the sky, making even the sun overhead become grayish.
A tattered mud-and-wood tavern stood lonely in the wilderness.
The faded wooden sign creaked in the wind, swaying precariously.
Leaning against the tavern entrance were two burly fellows.
In their arms they held wide-backed sabers that were rusted yet stained with dark red blood, fierce flesh hung on their faces, and they looked around with extremely unkind gazes.
Those who dared to come and patronize this barren land were all desperadoes on the continent carrying human lives or wanted by the Empire.
Also known as "Fallen Ones".
The sky-filling sandstorms rolled,
and a lean, thin figure slowly approached.
Tang San was entirely wrapped in a wide, tattered black robe.
The huge brim of his hat was pulled extremely low, completely hiding more than half of his face in shadow.
Under the unkind gazes of the big men guarding the door, he stepped on the tattered and cracked wooden boards before the door, and pushed open the door to walk in without any hesitation.
Inside the tavern, it was dim and cramped.
The smell of inferior alcohol, the strong sour stench of sweat, and wisps of unwasheable stale blood aura mixed into an extremely disgusting smell that rushed straight onto the face.
Inside the room, it was noisy, with the scoldings of slamming tables and smashing bowls intertwining together.
The harsh sound of the door hinges turning drew quite a few evaluating gazes.
Several tables of shirtless men covered in knife scars lifted their eyelids and swept over.
Seeing that the person walking in was a young man who didn’t even dare show his face and whose figure was as frail as a bean sprout.
The foul language in these people’s mouths immediately popped out like pouring beans.
"Yo, what kind of ominous wind is blowing today?"
A bald man with a centipede scar on his face heavily put down his wine glass and mocked wantonly with a bronze-gong-like raspy voice.
"Where did this tender-skinned little doll come from, daring to come single-handedly to Grandpas’ territory to amuse themselves?"
The people nearby joined in loudly cheering, slapping the tables unscrupulously.
"Afraid you weren’t blown off course by the wind in the desert, right?"
"Taking advantage of Grandpas being in a good mood today, hurry up and roll back home to find your mother for milk."
"This place is definitely not somewhere a weakling like you can stay!"
"Hahaha!"
Extremely vulgar jeers echoed throughout the tavern.
A few people even pressed their hands onto the sword hilts at their waists, their eyes revealing an undisguised desire to rob.
Tang San’s gaze was icy cold.
To him, these malicious insults were no different from the barking of wild dogs.
His entire heart had long been saturated with hatred and gloom.
His steps were steady, turning a blind eye to the surrounding threats.
He walked straight through the foul-smelling, chaotic crowd and came to the greasy, filthy bar counter.
An extremely pale hand reached out from the wide cuff of the black robe.
"Thump!"
Accompanied by a crisp yet muffled impact, a dark-red metal token was solidly slammed by him onto the wooden table.
The token was neither gold nor wood, and carved upon it was an extremely ferocious and vivid skull.
The edges shimmered with a cold light that could cut iron like mud.
A dark red halo circulated within the hollow eye sockets of the skull, exuding a chilly killing intent that pierced straight to the bone marrow.
The tavern, which had been extremely noisy the second before,
was as if everyone’s vocal cords had been severed out of thin air by someone with a knife.
The jeers stopped abruptly.
The entire room was so quiet that even a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.
Because that was the famous god of slaughter token!
The bald man who had laughed the most arrogantly just now had an old face as pale as paper at this moment.
His thick fingers could no longer hold the thick porcelain wine glass in his hand, and with a "clatter" sound, it fell to the ground, shattering into debris all over the floor.
Behind the bar counter, the fat boss who had seen life and death turned his legs weak directly.
Soybean-sized cold sweat rolled down his forehead in large drops, smashing onto his dirty collar.
He flurriedly grabbed a rag and frantically wiped his hands.
His obese body leaned forward extremely humbly, his voice pressed so low and trembling that even his tongue was tying in knots.
"L-... Lord..."
"You... What instructions do you have..."
Tang San’s slender fingers rested on the edge of the token, tapping the tabletop lightly once.
"I want to enter Slaughter City."
(End of Chapter)
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