"Ahhh!"
The waiter screamed as some completely deranged drinkers bit through his neck and drained him dry.
Tianlin glanced over. It felt cruel, but he couldn't afford compassion now. One of his purposes here was to overcome his old problem—hesitating to kill enemies. As Tang San would say, if someone means you harm, they deserve to die. Mercy to enemies is cruelty to yourself.
Honestly, Tianlin couldn't compare to Tang San in this regard, but he did agree with that principle.
For Tang San, even a minor argument could be a death sentence. For Tianlin, only those who truly sought his life—like the earlier brute and the waiter—deserved death.
He walked to the counter and stomped on the floor, revealing a passage below—the real entrance to Slaughter City.
Without hesitation, Tianlin jumped down. After falling several meters, he landed steadily. It was pitch black, but his Gold Flame Eyes let him see clearly.
A long corridor stretched ahead, cold air blowing from the other end.
After a while, a cold voice echoed around him: "Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world of killing. Here, you can get whatever you want—at the cost of your life."
He hadn't even entered the city when he encountered an illusion at the gate, designed to evoke one's greatest hatred.
Faced with what they hate most, people destroy—and killing intent boils over.
Tianlin, however, just smiled and walked forward. He didn't need his soul bone to pierce the illusion—because nothing appeared before him.
"Oh, this guy has no hatred in his heart!" In Slaughter City, a burly man monitored the gate via a crystal ball. He was the City Lord, the King of Slaughter. Normally, he amused himself by observing the city.
He sensed a newcomer and checked it out, only to find the unusual Tianlin—someone with no hatred in his heart entering Slaughter City. It was unheard of.
As Tianlin neared the gate, a black-armored knight blocked his way, voice low: "You haven't drunk a Bloody Mary or received approval from the outside. You've broken the entry rules."
"So what? Will you stop me?" Tianlin replied coolly.
"Not stop—kill. Or, you can defeat me to enter," the knight said, spear in hand, exuding intense killing intent. He truly was a Slaughter City guardian.
In the outside world, even many Soul Sages or Douluos with countless kills wouldn't match this killing aura.
Tianlin summoned his Demon Sword, but couldn't call out his soul rings—just as expected, soul skills were unusable here.
"Xiao Tian, the whole city seems to be covered by a very special domain. I believe you now—this must be a legacy left by a god. No other domain could be so vast and last so long," Skydream Ice Silkworm said.
"This is the Asura Domain. One effect is the soul skill ban. The Slaughter King's domain is a weaker version, and the so-called Deathgood Domain is a further downgrade—it's just the first step to the Asura God's inheritance," Tianlin replied. "But it's fine. Even if I can't use soul skills, I still have the Seven Kill Sword Technique and Shu Mountain Swordsmanship."
The black knight charged, killing intent surging.
"Ten Thousand Tribulations!" Tianlin passed him with his Demon Sword.
The knight's horse screamed; the knight froze, then burst into a shower of blood.
Ten Thousand Tribulations was a move that put one instantly in hell as if suffering a thousand cuts.
"Let this be my greeting to Slaughter City," Tianlin sheathed his sword and turned toward the city.
"Wait!" The knight called out.
"Don't seek death. I didn't hold back. If not for your incredible physique, you'd be dead. Go heal, and don't block me again," Tianlin said coldly.
"I'm not stopping you—you've passed the test and earned your entry. Take your number before entering; someone inside will guide you." The knight handed over a black plaque marked with a skull and the number 9527.
Tianlin's mouth twitched. He wanted to ask for a different number. For some reason, this number felt out of place in such a grim place.
In the original story, Tang San was 9528. Tianlin had arrived much earlier, yet his number was only one lower.
The knight was already riding away—clearly off to heal.
"Fine, let's say it's a blessing from Stephen Chow," Tianlin sighed, pocketed the plaque, and walked to the gate.
On the black city gate, large characters—"Slaughter City"—hung high. Two rows of armored knights stood in silence. As soon as Tianlin showed his plaque, the gates opened.
A woman in a black veil, with a graceful figure, stepped out and greeted him in a pleasant voice: "Welcome to Slaughter City."
"You must be the guide the knight mentioned. Lead the way," Tianlin said calmly, following her in.
It was a dark world. Lanterns hung on either side of the street. There were many houses and people; aside from the gloom, it didn't seem too different from the outside world.