Chapter 585: Jiuyou Hu’e Sinks Island! Tang San: "I want to enter Slaughter City!"
Chapter 585: Jiuyou Hu’e Sinks Island! Tang San: "I want to enter Slaughter City!"
The few of them did not delay any further.
They walked down the rugged mountain path.
Along the way, they encountered a few ten-thousand-year frenzied Soul Beasts drawn by the blood of the Thunder Beast, but they didn’t require Lin Qingmo to worry at all.
With a casual wave of her hand, Ziji whipped up several extremely fierce Chaos storms, instantly sweeping them into a pile of minced meat on the ground.
The group quickly arrived at the coastline.
"Moo!"
With perfect tacit understanding, Da Ming let out a low, deep bovine roar.
His massive cyan python body smashed directly into the pitch-black seawater.
He steadily carried everyone on his back, his thick python tail cleaving through the heavy surface of the water.
Like an indestructible giant warship, he swam rapidly toward the even more perilous hinterland of the Sea of Chaos Burials.
...
Long after Lin Qingmo and his group left.
At the originally dead-silent skyline, the thick leaden clouds were forcibly torn apart by an extremely violent force.
"Crack!"
A massive dark golden figure plummeted like a shooting star, smashing heavily onto the bare peak of Thunder Island.
The surrounding earth trembled violently in its wake.
This was a peerless Ferocious Beast with a terrifying physique—Jiuyou Hu’e.
It possessed thick limbs and its entire body was covered in heavy, dark golden scales.
Stepping onto the scorched earth that still retained residual heat, its flat nostrils flared slightly.
It was sniffing extremely carefully at the faint information lingering in the air.
"The stench of that trash Boneless Demonic Fish... and there is also a trace of an extremely unfamiliar, utterly pure aura of destruction."
Its massive head slowly lowered.
Its gaze fell precisely upon the bloody, mangled remains at the bottom of the thunder pool.
That was the corpse of the Thunder Beast after its tendons and bones had been ripped out.
The fierce, malevolent light in its two blood-red vertical pupils surged forth like a tangible substance.
Wu’e could no longer remember how many years it had been since any outsider dared to act so presumptuously on its territory.
Not only did they slaughter its minions,
but they also drained the energy Origin of the entire Thunder Island down to not even a speck of scum left.
This was stripping off its face and trampling it into the mud!
"Roar..."
A low, hoarse beastly roar rolled endlessly in its throat, bringing forth terrifying sound waves.
The ground of the entire island began to tremble slightly with its anger.
Ghostly green Nine Nether flames spread crazily from the soles of its thick feet.
Carrying a high temperature capable of melting right through space, these flames rapidly climbed onto every single rock of Thunder Island.
Shortly after,
a heaven-reaching, earth-shattering dark golden pillar of light shot straight into the clouds from within its body.
The oppressive might of destruction poured forth without 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 tear rapidly downward from the mountain peak.
Large chunks of rock mixed with scarlet magma from deep underground rolled outward.
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 wreckage pieces.
Like an extremely tragic meteor shower, they smashed one after another into the dead-silent black sea surface.
Jiuyou Hu’e didn’t even look at the shattered rocks sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Its massive body transformed into a dark golden stream of light that cleaved through the dimness.
Following that faint, lingering aura, it sped wildly 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.
Wild winds raged,
whipping up dust across the sky, turning even the sun overhead hazy and grey.
A dilapidated mud-and-wood tavern stood alone in the wilderness.
The faded wooden sign creaked in the wind, swaying precariously.
Two burly men leaned lazily against the doorway of the tavern.
In their arms, they held wide-backed broadswords that were rusted yet stained with dark red blood, fierce flesh hanging on their faces as they sized up their surroundings with extremely ill intentions.
Anyone daring to patronize this barren land consisted entirely of desperate criminals carrying human lives on the continent or those wanted by the Empire.
Also known as "fallen ones".
The sandstorms rolled across the sky,
and a slender, frail figure slowly approached.
Tang San was entirely wrapped in a large, worn black robe.
The huge brim of his hat was pulled down extremely low, completely hiding most of his face in shadow.
Under the ill-willed gazes of the guards at the door, he stepped on the dilapidated, cracked wooden boards before the entrance and pushed open the door to walk inside without the slightest hesitation.
The interior of the tavern was dim and cramped.
The smell of inferior alcohol, the strong sour stench of sweat, and wisps of an indelible, age-old bloody odor blended into an extremely disgusting scent that hit one directly in the face.
The room was noisy, with the shouting, table-slapping, and bowl-smashing intertwining together.
The harsh sound of the door hinges turning drew quite a few evaluating gazes.
A few tables of shirtless men covered in knife scars lifted their eyelids to scan over.
Seeing that the person who walked in was a young man who didn’t even dare show his face and whose physique was as frail as a bean sprout,
the vulgar words in these people’s mouths immediately popped out like beans pouring from a jar.
"Yo, what kind of ominous wind is blowing today?"
A bald man with a centipede scar on his face slammed his wine glass down heavily, using a raucous voice to mock wildly.
"Where did this tender-skinned little brat come from, daring to come alone to Grandpa’s territory to amuse yourself?"
The people nearby joined in the jeering, beating on the tables uninhibitedly.
"Could he have lost his way in the desert blown by the wind?"
"Taking advantage of Grandpa’s 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 placed their hands on the hilts of the knives at their waists, their eyes revealing an undisguised desire to rob.
Tang San’s gaze was ice-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 crowd to the greasy, dirty bar counter.
An extremely pale hand protruded from the wide cuff of the black robe.
"Bam!"
Accompanied by a crisp yet muffled impact, a dark-red metal token was solidly slapped onto the wooden table by him.
The token was neither metal nor wood, carved with an extremely ferocious and vivid skull on it.
Its edges gleamed with a cold light capable of cutting iron like mud.
A dark red halo circulated within the skull’s hollow eye sockets, exuding a chilling killing intent that pierced straight to the bone marrow.
The tavern, which had been incomparably noisy just a second ago,
seemed as if someone had severed everyone’s vocal cords with a knife out of thin air.
The jeers came to an abrupt halt.
The entire room was so quiet that even a needle dropping to the floor could be heard.
Because that was the infamous god of slaughter token!
The bald man who had laughed the most arrogantly just moments ago now had an old face as pale as paper.
His thick fingers could no longer hold the thick ceramic wine glass in his hand, which dropped to the floor with a "clatter" and shattered into a mess of debris all over the ground.
Behind the bar counter, the fat boss, who had seen plenty of life and death, felt his calves go completely weak.
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 fat body leaned forward with extreme humility, his voice pressed low and trembling, his tongue even tying in knots.
"L-Lord..."
"What... what instructions do you have..."
Tang San’s slender fingers rested on the edge of the token, lightly tapping the tabletop once.
"I want to enter Slaughter City."
(End of Chapter)
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