Douluo Dalu - First Slash

"Where did this fearless bastard come from? How dare he provoke the Bloodthirsty Three?!"

Seeing this, everybody was frightened and looked at Fang Xuan with astonishment.

Many people were afraid of the Bloodthirsty Three in this situation. However, this man still dared to provoke them. Wasn't he courting death?!

"Eh?"

The bald man furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at Fang Xuan. When he saw the latter's handsome face, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Where did this fledgling come from? How dare you ask the location of Slaughter City? Go home and drink your mother's milk, hahaha!"

"A pretty boy like you wants to ask about the Slaughter City? You're making me laugh my head off…"

The other two burly men also laughed wildly. Their gazes towards Fang Xuan were filled with disdain.

Fang Xuan calmly sat at the table. He picked up a glass of red wine and drained it in one gulp. The moment he put down the glass, he unleashed his Gravity Domain.

"Die!"

He coldly spat out a word as he looked at the two men.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the powerful pressure of the Gravity Domain, blood spurted out from their noses and mouths as they were crushed alive.

They turned into clouds of blood mist and died instantly. The second and third brothers of the Bloodthirsty Three were dead.

Only the bald man remained. He sat there in a daze with a look of disbelief.

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone gasped, and their faces were filled with astonishment. Their surprised and bewildered gazes shot toward Fang Xuan, who calmly drank his wine at the table. It was as if they'd seen a terrifying, maleficent star.

"Second brother! Third brother!"

When he came to his senses, the bald man's eyes had turned red. He let out a low roar as he glared at Fang Xuan with an evil look in his eyes, "Damned brat, return my brother's life!"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

The bald man roared as he released his female servant. His six soul rings lit up as he unleashed the strength of a peak Soul Emperor.

Brandishing his iron fists, he charged at Fang Xuan. The female attendant revealed a look of horror and hurriedly got up from the ground, taking the opportunity to slip away in a panic.

"Die!!"

The bald man had a ferocious look on his face. Boundless soul power gushed out from his body as his iron fist tore through the air. He aimed at Fang Xuan's head and wanting to smash it down.

Fang Xuan didn't even look at the bald man. He raised his wine cup again and drank another cup of wine.

Just as the fist was about to hit Fang Xuan's forehead, the bald man was startled and revealed a look of fear. It was as if a vast mountain suddenly fell on his body and directly pressed him to the ground.

"Ahhh…"

The bald man let out a blood-curdling scream and suddenly knelt in front of Fang Xuan. His knees forcibly broke the floorboards, and both his legs were broken. Even his internal organs were severely injured, and he kept coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, he finally understood how terrifying this young man was. He begged for mercy, "Sir, please spare my life! This lowly one has eyes but fails to recognize you! Please spare my life!"

This scene made all the guests in the hotel dizzy. The Bloodthirsty Three had killed countless people. They were infamous.

But now, they were kneeling before this young man and begging for mercy. Everyone was stunned. They thought it was unimaginable.

"Tell me, where is Slaughter City?"

Fang Xuan lowered his head and coldly glanced at the bald man.

"From this hotel, go west. There is a small town a hundred miles away. That is the territory of the Slaughter City!" the bald man said, trembling.

"Good!"

Fang Xuan nodded thoughtfully. He stretched out his right hand and tore the man into pieces. Blood and flesh splattered on the ground. This ruthless and decisive action made everyone's hair stand on end.

The Bloodthirsty Three, who had killed countless people? This young man who looked harmless was the real God of Slaughter!

Under the respectful gazes of the crowd, Fang Xuan calmly drank the last cup of wine and strode out of the hotel.

Then, facing the slowly descending red sun, he turned into a lightning bolt and quickly flew toward the west.

…

"The Lost Town. I've finally found you!"

At dusk, Fang Xuan stood at an ancient tree, looking at the ancient town before him. If he guessed correctly, this ancient town was the Lost Town he had been searching for. The entrance to the Slaughter City was under a tavern in the middle of the city!

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan's eyes were filled with anticipation. He jumped from the ancient tree and couldn't wait to go to the Lost Town.

"Wait!"

However, just as Fang Xuan landed on the ground, a tall figure appeared before him and blocked his path.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had purple hair and purple eyes. He had a stocky build and a strong aura. Fang Xuan could instantly tell that he was a Soul Sage based on the undulations of soul power he released.

"The Slaughter City is in front of you. Weaklings are not qualified to enter!" the middle-aged man said coldly to Fang Xuan.

"Oh? What kind of qualifications do I need?" Fang Xuan's lips curled into a smile.

"Give me the heads of three hundred people, and you will be qualified to enter!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice.

"I don't have the heads of three hundred people. Do you have enough heads?"

"Eh?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned. Before he could react, his head flew off. Blood spurted from his neck, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, dead on the spot.

Fang Xuan didn't care about a puny Soul Sage. After quickly dealing with the middle-aged man, he didn't stop and continued to walk towards the small town not far away.

After about three minutes, Fang Xuan finally arrived at the entrance of the Lost Town.

"I'm finally here…"

Looking at this ancient town, Fang Xuan sighed.

"You're finally here!"

At the same time, a clear voice with a faint smile sounded. It was as pleasant as the sound of a zither.

However, hearing this familiar voice, Fang Xuan was slightly stunned. Then, he revealed a serious expression.

Looking at the noble figure gradually walking out of the town, his expression became increasingly unsightly.

This was a golden-haired woman in her twenties. She was dressed in men's clothes and looked valiant.

Her eyes were as sharp as swords, and her exquisite face was impeccable. Her slender and tall figure was graceful and graceful.

She was proud, holy, dignified, and inviolable like a phoenix in the nine heavens!

"Haha, Fang Xuan, you've caused a stir in the Anarchic Lands. You even destroyed a superpower like the Qilin's Cave. I heard you've been asking about Slaughter City and wanted to come here to train. So, I've been waiting for you here for some time now."

Qian Renxue smiled sweetly. Her beautiful lake-green eyes were cold. She tilted her head and quietly looked at Fang Xuan.

In a low voice, she said, "My dear little brother, how have you been?!"