Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Early the next morning, Qian Renxian, escorted by two Titled Douluo, continued his journey northward. Slaughter City, known as the prison of the entire continent, was located in a remote area, far in the northernmost part of the continent, between the northern extremes and the Soul Beast City.

The current Elder of the Pope's Hall was the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, one of the two escorts accompanying Qian Renxian. The Yu Xiao Douluo had been killed by Tang Hao, and the Vajra Douluo was incapacitated, necessitating a replacement.

The battle power of Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo at this level was not particularly impressive, but his martial spirit, the Chrysanthemum Spirit, had extraordinary sensory abilities, while his Ghost Spirit was immune to physical attacks and highly proficient in assassination. Furthermore, the two possessed a fusion technique, the Polar Stillness Domain, capable of restraining four 95th-level Titled Douluos simultaneously without issue.

The choice of escorting Douluos was certainly well-reasoned; they were not selected haphazardly from the Elder Hall.

Along the way, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo kept explaining the dangers of Slaughter City to Qian Renxian and what to watch out for.

"Young Master, Slaughter City is a true den of monsters. Its danger far exceeds that of the soul master world. It's called the Paradise of Sin—anything goes there. No one will stop you, and every form of human malice will be on full display."

"Most people who end up there are the worst of the worst in the soul master world, with countless lives on their hands. No one can be trusted. Survival depends solely on your ability to kill."

Qian Renxian nodded faintly. "I understand, Elder Chrysanthemum. I've read about Slaughter City."

"Young Master." Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo hesitated for a moment, before activating a soul tool, producing a glowing bone that resembled a sapphire. The bone emitted a brilliant blue light, and greed flickered in his eyes.

"This is a spiritual wisdom soul bone the Pope has entrusted to me for you. He believes it's better to be safe than sorry. This soul bone will certainly help you."

"That old man is really meddlesome. I told him I don't need it." Qian Renxian sighed inwardly but still accepted the head soul bone.

A week later, the trio arrived at a small town, the sign reading "Slaughter Town."

This town was unlike any other. Its soil was black, devoid of life, and the entire town was filled with dead vegetation. The harsh environment was so extreme that even Blue Silver Grass couldn't grow here.

The sky above was also shrouded in dark clouds, blocking the sunlight but devoid of any moisture—no rain would fall.

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo was a frequent visitor to Slaughter Town. After all, they often brought the most vicious soul masters captured by the Spirit Hall to this place. The two led Qian Renxian to a tavern in the center of the town.

The staff inside immediately recognized the two elders and hurried off to notify the owner. Shortly, a tall, pale-skinned middle-aged man, clearly someone who had indulged excessively in vices, approached with a smile.

"Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo! What brings you here today?" The middle-aged man greeted them.

"Jakes, open the gates to Slaughter City. We've captured a super criminal who's responsible for countless deaths. The Pope has ordered us to bring him here immediately."

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo was lying, of course. If they followed the normal procedure, they would need to drink the Yellow Springs Road, a special concoction made from human blood. There was no way the Young Master would drink such a thing.

Jakes glanced at Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo and then at Qian Renxian, who appeared weak with white hair, pale skin, and blood-red eyes. He couldn't help but murmur to himself, "This skinny guy really looks like a vicious criminal... But why do I feel like Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo is lying?"

However, given the relationship between Slaughter City and Spirit Hall, there was no need to dig further. Jakes pressed a button, and the ground trembled slightly as a massive hole appeared, a cold wind gusting up from the depths below.

Inside the tavern, the outlaws could barely contain their excitement, their eyes burning with desire to jump into the hole immediately.

Qian Renxian did not hesitate. He leaped down into the pitch-black abyss below. His body was immediately engulfed by the darkness, disappearing into it. Then, the ground trembled once more, and the entrance closed behind him.

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo muttered quietly to himself, "I hope the Young Master can make it out."

This was a long passage, slanting downward. A cold, chilling air constantly brushed against his body, but Qian Renxian felt no discomfort. In fact, the cold breeze seemed to soothe him, rather than bother him.

After walking for over a thousand steps, a cold voice suddenly echoed from all directions, "Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter. Here, you can acquire anything you desire, but the cost will be your life."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxian paused momentarily, then continued forward. He passed through an open gate and was met by a hundred and one knights, all clad in black armor and wielding massive swords. The knights were accompanied by warhorses, though it was unclear what breed they were.

"Welcome to Slaughter City. This is your identification," one of the knights said in a deep voice, tossing a black plaque toward Qian Renxian.

Qian Renxian caught it. The plaque was engraved with a skull symbol, and beneath it was a number—948, along with an inscription that seemed to say, "Seeking death."

"This is your proof of identity in Slaughter City. Please enter. Someone will guide you at the city gates."

The pitch-black city gates exuded a suffocating, oppressive aura. Above the massive gates, the words "Slaughter City" were prominently displayed.

In front of the gates, two rows of black-armored soldiers stood silently. Before Qian Renxian could even present his identification plaque, a woman, her face hidden behind a black veil, stepped out from within the gates.

"Welcome to Slaughter City," the woman's melodious voice greeted him. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

The moment Qian Renxian set foot inside Slaughter City, his previously indifferent expression was replaced with unrestrained excitement. Behind him, his eight-winged Fallen Angel wings unfurled, three pairs of wings appearing and spreading from his back. He spread his arms wide, a look of complete enjoyment on his face. The murderous aura, the violence, the evil—this place, Slaughter City, was truly his home!

(End of chapter)