Chapter 137 The City of Killing

To the west of the continent, there is a desolate and uninhabited wilderness!

This is an extremely barren place. There are not many people within a hundred miles. The most prosperous place is just a small town. But in this small town, there are not many good people. There are only a group of extremely vicious criminals.

With a creak, a black-robed figure pushed open the door of a tavern in the town, walked in, looked around, and said to himself:
"This is the only tavern in the town. If nothing goes wrong, the entrance is right here..."

The figure in black robe was not Tang Hao, Tang San, but Chen Yuan. He came to the City of Slaughter to gain experience, so he didn't think too much about what to wear. He wore a neat suit inside and a loose black robe outside.

After all, he was here to kill people. This tights and black robe were not only sturdy but also resistant to dirt. Even if they were stained with blood, they would not be noticeable.

At the same time, when Chen Yuan pushed the door open, all the drinking thugs in the tavern looked over. When they saw Chen Yuan's young and handsome face, they were surprised and laughed at him unscrupulously.

"What a young kid! Instead of staying at home and drinking milk, he dared to come here alone. I'm afraid he doesn't know how to write the word death!"

"She's pretty, even prettier than some women. I wonder how she'll compare to those women when we play!"

"..."

Chen Yuan turned a deaf ear to the dirty words in the tavern. He thought they were all dead people, so there was nothing to worry about.

He walked forward to the bar, looked at the waiter behind the bar, and said without further ado:
"Open the entrance to the City of Slaughter for me!"

Hearing this, the waiter smiled with a hint of indifference. While wiping the wine glass in his hand, he said calmly:
"Guest, I'm just a waiter. I'm only responsible for mixing drinks. What would you like to drink? How about a Bloody Mary?"

Bloody Mary is actually a cup of blood, a cup of highly poisonous blood. Chen Yuan has no habit of drinking blood, let alone blood that is highly poisonous.

Chen Yuan did not respond, but repeated what he had said:

"Open the entrance to the City of Slaughter for me!"

Hearing this again, the waiter rolled his eyes. He couldn't even afford a glass of Bloody Mary, and he still wanted to enter the City of Slaughter. He simply waved his hand, as if to drive away a stray dog:
"Hurry up and leave. I only sell alcohol here. If you don't want to drink, then leave."

Not only the waiters, but also the thugs around them were mocking us more and more loudly. Some of them even stood up, holding up the Bloody Mary in their hands, wanting to come over and let Chen Yuan see what a Bloody Mary was.

Chen Yuan stopped talking. He stretched out one hand from his black robe, grabbed the bar, and used force from one arm to lift it up. Even the waiter behind the bar was forced to retreat under the huge force.

A look of shock appeared on his originally indifferent face. He pointed at Chen Yuan and said in disbelief:
"What do you want to do, you lunatic?"

Chen Yuan ignored him, walked to the original bar counter, and began to explore the entrance to the City of Slaughter.

The waiter was almost going crazy, with a cruel smile on his face:

"He broke the rules. Whoever kills him will get an invitation to the City of Slaughter!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the thugs could no longer sit still. They all wanted to enter the City of Slaughter, but the City of Slaughter was not open to everyone who wanted to enter. No one could enter without an invitation.

Now that they heard that they could get an invitation letter by killing Chen Yuan, they all drew their weapons and walked over with grim smiles. One of them was a tall and strong man, holding a ghost-headed sword in his hand, and he rushed to the front with a grim smile on his face and greed in his eyes. He raised the sword and chopped it down, laughing wantonly:

"Hahaha, the invitation to the City of Slaughter is mine!"

Chen Yuan's reaction was very calm, and he silently said in his heart:
"Mirror pupil! Blur!!"

In just a moment, a silvery glow appeared in his eyes, and then his vision covered the surroundings 360 degrees without blind spots. All the actions of everyone could not be hidden from his eyes.

The sturdy man chopped down with his sword, directly penetrating Chen Yuan's body. The huge inertia made him stagger. Instead of being happy, he was shocked. It felt wrong and he didn't feel like he had hit anyone.

The sturdy man looked at Chen Yuan again, shocked, puzzled, and puzzled:
"Fake? An illusion!"

Then, the false illusion in his eyes reached out to him, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it hard. He felt his wrist was broken and screamed in pain.

At this time, Chen Yuan not only twisted the strong man's wrist, but also snatched the ghost-head sword from his hand, slashed his neck with one knife, and took his life directly.

Everyone around was stunned by this bizarre scene, but the invitation to the City of Slaughter had already made them crazy. They had lost their minds, roaring desperately and rushing up with all kinds of weapons.

Chen Yuan was slow and leisurely, he seemed to be between reality and illusion. When he was attacked, all the attacks penetrated his body. When he attacked, the ghost-head sword could take a person's life in an incredibly realistic way.

Under the reflection of the mirror pupil, Chen Yuan saw through every move of these people, and thus quickly killed them all.

Corpses were piled all around, blood had stained the floor red, and a pungent, fishy smell filled the tavern.

Chen Yuan frowned. It was the first time for him to kill so many people. However, if these people wanted to kill him, he would kill them back without mercy.

The waiter was completely dumbfounded. He finally understood that a real lunatic and murderer had come to his tavern today. Such a person was qualified to receive an invitation to the City of Slaughter. However, why didn't he drink Bloody Mary...

Ignoring the waiter, Chen Yuan dropped the ghost-head sword in his hand. After finding the position based on his perception, he raised his leg and then stomped down hard.

With a bang, the floor broke apart, revealing a dark hole underneath. Waves of cold air emanated from it, as if this hole was connected to another world.

Chen Yuan's face became serious. This was the entrance to the City of Slaughter. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. Now that he had made the decision, there was no need to hesitate.

In almost an instant, Chen Yuan jumped down. He had the ability to fly, but he still chose to fall freely. He felt a special force enveloping him during the fall.

That special power should be the power of the domain. The reason why no soul skills can be used in the City of Slaughter is due to the influence of the power of the domain.

Chen Yuan whispered:

"I just can't use my soul skills. I'm in the City of Slaughter..."

(End of this chapter)