Sensing the Deathgod Domain from the outside world, the Slaughter King arrived before a crystal ball. When he had nothing else to do, he liked using this crystal ball to observe everything inside and outside the city.
'This aura... It is that Pope from Spirit Hall. Hm? The bartender at the entrance was killed. And this brat is...'
Ever since Wu Ling jumped into the hole, he had been walking through a long tunnel.
As for the aura Bibi Dong had released earlier, he had already guessed that it was meant to intimidate the Slaughter King on his behalf.
As the ruler of Slaughter City, the Slaughter King would not casually allow someone to pass Hell Road. After all, that meant one more Spirit Master in Slaughter City who could use Spirit Skills.
Bibi Dong's act was meant to make the Slaughter King hesitate before acting against him.
Both Bibi Dong and Wu Ling had absolute confidence in him. In a place where Spirit Skills could not be used, Wu Ling was undefeated.
However, Slaughter City still had an enforcement team that could use Spirit Skills. If the Slaughter King made even a small move behind the scenes, Wu Ling, unable to use Spirit Skills, might not exactly be helpless, but the difference would not be large.
So if the Slaughter King knew Spirit Hall stood behind Wu Ling, then under normal circumstances, he would not do anything too excessive to him.
After thinking it through, Wu Ling walked through the tunnel without changing expression. After he had advanced for some time, a cold voice suddenly came from every direction.
'Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter. Here, you may obtain everything you desire. The price is your life.'
Before even entering the city, Wu Ling encountered the illusion set outside the gate. He remembered that this illusion seemed able to draw out the thing a person hated most.
What happened when someone saw what they hated most? Naturally, they filled with killing intent and lost their reason.
But Wu Ling merely smiled and continued forward naturally. This was not because he used Mind's Eye to see through the illusion. It was because nothing appeared before his eyes at all.
'This brat... has no hatred in his heart!' The Slaughter King stared at Wu Ling inside the crystal ball, shocked and uncertain.
Those who came to Slaughter City were either desperadoes or people chasing strength. Their hearts always held someone or something they resented. This was the first time he had seen someone come to Slaughter City with no hatred in his heart.
Wu Ling's hatredless state did not come from Vitrification. It came entirely from Wu Ling himself.
In his previous life, he had trained in martial arts, but he never believed in the saying that a gentleman's revenge could wait ten years. His creed was to take revenge on the spot. Even ten minutes was too late. Life was only a few short decades. He could wrong anyone, but never himself. So in his previous life, he had no object of hatred at all.
As for his twelve-plus years on Soul Land, Uncle Kiritsugu had accompanied him for the first six years, and Bibi Dong and the others had accompanied him for the next six. Forget hatred. Fewer than ten people had even managed to put him in a bad mood.
Just as Wu Ling was about to reach the city gate, a black-armored knight suddenly blocked his path and spoke in a low voice. 'You did not drink the Bloody Mary, and you did not obtain the approval of the outer personnel. You have violated the rules for entering Slaughter City.'
'And?' Wu Ling asked calmly.
'Naturally, you must be defeated and killed by me, or you must defeat me before you can enter Slaughter City.' The black-armored knight held a long spear. His body released an extremely dense killing aura.
If this were outside, even many Spirit Kings and Spirit Emperors who had experienced slaughter might not possess such killing intent.
But to Wu Ling, who had witnessed the Ghost Sword's killing intent, this level of killing intent could be ignored outright.
Suddenly, the warhorse beneath the black-armored knight accelerated. He raised his spear and charged at Wu Ling with thick killing intent.
Against a blow that could turn an ordinary person's face pale and leave them unable to react, Wu Ling merely placed his hand calmly on his blade's hilt.
There were no dazzling Spirit Skills and no flashy sword techniques. Wu Ling simply dodged and cut down. But that simple motion left the black-armored knight completely unable to react or avoid it.
In an instant, the warhorse let out a miserable neigh. Wounds suddenly opened across both the knight and horse, spilling blood all over the ground.
Wu Ling ignored the heavily injured knight and continued forward. Just then, the knight stopped him again. 'Wait!'
'Do not seek death. I did not show mercy just now. If your armor had not blocked part of the force, you would already be in hell.' Wu Ling's voice was cold.
'I do not intend to stop you again. You have passed the test and gained the qualifications to enter Slaughter City. Take your number before entering. Once you are inside, someone will receive you.'
The black-armored knight handed a black plaque to Wu Ling. A skull was carved on it, with a number beneath it: 1314.
Looking at the number, Wu Ling froze for a beat. He really wanted to ask whether he could change it. That number clashed badly with Slaughter City's solemn atmosphere.
In the end, Wu Ling still accepted the plaque. These plaques were not issued in order. In Slaughter City, someone died every moment. When a person died, their plaque was reclaimed and transferred to the next person who entered.
After putting the plaque away, Wu Ling walked toward the gate again. This time, nothing and no one stopped him.
On the black city tower, the words Slaughter City hung high above. In front of the gate, two rows of black-armored warriors identical to the knight stood in silence. As soon as Wu Ling showed his identity plaque, the gate slowly opened.
A graceful woman wearing a black veil walked out from inside the city and spoke in a crisp, pleasant voice. 'Welcome to Slaughter City.'
'You are the guide or whatever, right? Lead the way.' Wu Ling followed her into Slaughter City as naturally as if he belonged there.
Inside Slaughter City, many lanterns hung along both sides of the street. There were plenty of houses and no shortage of people. Aside from the darkness, it did not seem that different from the outside world.
'Sir, I am your explainer. If there is anything you do not understand, you may ask me.'
'For the next twelve hours, I will protect your safety and answer all your questions. After twelve hours, this place will become your home, and you will officially become a member of Slaughter City.' The black-veiled woman spoke as she led the way.
'I heard the rule here is that there are no rules?' Wu Ling asked with interest.
The woman nodded. 'Of course. As a member of Slaughter City, even if a Titled Sage from the outside world came here, they would weaken because their Spirit Skills vanish. Under the Slaughter King's rule, we have no need to fear them.'
'Or rather, in Slaughter City, strength is the rule. If you have enough strength, you can do anything you wish. But I must remind you that precisely because there are no rules here, you may face fatal danger at any moment. In every sense, this is a paradise of sin.'