"Heh… what a hassle."
"Just as expected—there's no point wasting words on villains. Killing them directly is much simpler."
Bai Mu slowly lifted his gaze, a cold glint flashing at the corner of his eyes.
"You little brat! How dare you!"
"You think you can kill us? That's a joke!"
"I'll kill you first and show you how terrifying this place really is!"
The tavern patrons were completely enraged. One after another, they charged at Bai Mu with ferocious expressions, spirit power erupting as their martial spirits manifested and spirit rings lit up.
The weakest among them were Spirit Ancestors, with several Spirit Saints hidden in their ranks.
These were criminals who had committed unforgivable crimes across the Douluo Continent, driven here with nowhere else to flee.
Facing the surging crowd, Bai Mu's expression did not change in the slightest.
He didn't even take a step back.
"Zygarde," he said calmly, "use Thousand Waves."
The instant his voice fell, a brilliant green light exploded into existence.
Zygarde appeared in its Z Snake Form, its massive body bursting forth as the tavern was torn apart around it.
"Roar—!"
A thunderous roar shook the surroundings.
Zygarde slammed its enormous tail into the ground.
Boom—!
A terrifying seismic wave surged outward. The tavern collapsed instantly, debris flying in all directions as the shockwave spread unchecked. The entire secluded town trembled violently, buildings crumbling one after another as smoke and dust filled the air.
In just a few breaths, the town was reduced to ruins.
When the dust finally settled, only a handful of figures remained standing.
They were all severely injured, blood spilling from their mouths, yet their eyes were still filled with vicious hatred.
The weakest among them were Spirit Saints—and there was even a Spirit Douluo.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill this brat and that monster!"
The Spirit Douluo roared as he took the lead, his spirit ring flashing as a massive tiger-shaped manifestation lunged forward.
The others followed, teeth clenched, spirit power intertwining as a torrent of attacks surged toward Bai Mu.
Bai Mu watched them with utter indifference.
"Tang Hao once said it bluntly, but he wasn't wrong," Bai Mu murmured. "Everyone who comes here deserves death. Including me."
He raised his hand calmly.
"Zygarde—bury everything. Thousand Arrows, Thousand Waves."
Zygarde roared once more as the green light around its body intensified.
Vast earth power surged from below, condensing into thousands of sharp green arrows that shot forward like a storm.
At the same time, an even more terrifying shockwave erupted, rolling outward like a raging earth dragon overturning the land.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
The arrows pierced through spirit power defenses with ease, striking their targets one after another.
The following shockwave sent the survivors flying, smashing them into the ground and completely burying them.
After the two attacks, not a single villain remained visible on the surface.
Bai Mu glanced calmly at the flattened earth.
"Let's go, Zygarde."
"Okay."
With a nod, Zygarde focused its power.
The ground ahead suddenly split open, revealing a deep, pitch-black hole. A bone-chilling aura surged upward, as if the passage connected directly to hell itself.
Without hesitation, Bai Mu and Zygarde leapt in.
They descended only a few meters before landing steadily.
Darkness surrounded them, cold and oppressive, as though they had entered an entirely different world.
"It's fine," Bai Mu said calmly. "Let's keep moving."
After walking for a short while, Bai Mu felt something strange.
Looking down, he realized that his spirit rings had vanished completely. No matter how he circulated his spirit power, none of his spirit abilities responded—it was as if they had sunk into silence.
"So spirit ring abilities really are sealed here," he said thoughtfully.
"Interesting."
A faint, playful smile appeared on his lips.
"Little Soft, can you still use moves like Jungle Healing and Soul Dance: Raging Sound Burst?"
"Don't worry, Trainer," Zygarde replied confidently. "Spirit abilities have long since been converted into moves. I don't need spirit rings—I can use my own power freely."
"Excellent."
Bai Mu's smile widened.
"Then we'll clear Slaughter City at full speed and let everyone here understand who the true ruler is."
"The true Slaughter King."
As he spoke, green light flashed again, and Zygarde's second form—the white great snake—manifested beside them.
The man and the two serpents strode forward, the darkness and cold of the tunnel unable to affect them at all.
"Use Soul Dance: Raging Sound Burst."
Invisible sound waves spread through the passage, causing the tunnel walls to tremble faintly. By the time they neared the exit, Zygarde's power had already risen to its peak.
Suddenly, a hollow, chilling voice echoed from all directions:
"Welcome to Slaughter City—the capital of Hell. A world filled with slaughter. Here, you may obtain everything you desire… at the cost of your life."
Bai Mu remained unmoved and continued forward, emerging from the narrow tunnel.
Before them stood a formation of one hundred and one black-armored knights.
Behind them loomed an enormous black city.
High above, less than five hundred meters in the air, a strange purple moon hung silently, casting a cold and eerie glow over the land. The rest of the sky was pitch black.
"I am Dread Knight Scott," the leading knight said as he stepped forward.
"You have violated the rules of Slaughter City. Only by defeating me may you enter."
"This place is already chaos incarnate," Bai Mu sneered. "And you still want to talk about rules?"
"Rules are meant to be broken."
"Presumptuous!" Scott roared. "The strongest in Slaughter City is the Slaughter King! All rules are set by him!"
"The strongest?" Bai Mu replied calmly.
"That was before I arrived."
"Now, he isn't."
He stepped forward, his aura erupting like a tidal wave.
"There is only one rule here—the strong decide everything."
"Those who block my path… die."
"Little Soft," Bai Mu commanded coldly, "Thousand Arrows."
Zygarde roared, green light flaring once more as countless earth-forged arrows condensed in the air and rained down.
The black-armored knights raised their spears in panic, but it was futile.
This single attack carried the full might of a Titled Douluo.
Swish—swish—swish!
Armor was pierced. Bodies fell.
Screams echoed briefly before fading into silence.
In just a few breaths, more than a hundred Dread Knights lay motionless on the ground.
Only Scott remained—barely clinging to life.
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