"Come on then." Qin Xuan had a blank expression on his face, his left hand clenched into a fist behind his back, and a red light surged in his right hand. There was no phoenix cry, only the scarlet Changming sword. After nearly half a month of adjusting and practicing the Guiguzi breathing technique, Qin Xuan had gained full control over the Suzaku sealed in the Changming Sword.
The leading knight said no more. He glanced sideways at the narrow passage around Qin Xuan, confirming that the latter had no room to dodge. Slowly raising his lance, he pressed his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse beneath him suddenly accelerated.
"Remember the one who killed you, the evil knight Dread Knight."
He charged at Qin Xuan with a tragic aura, cold air filling the space, and a solemn murderous intent rushing forward.
Just as the tip of the lance was about to strike Qin Xuan's chest, Qin Xuan moved. He lightly tapped the ground with his right foot and jumped onto the tip of the lance with his left.
Although the passage was narrow, making it difficult for the warhorse to turn around, it was three or four meters high near the gate, and the ceiling grew even higher the farther inward it stretched.
Qin Xuan soared over Dread Knight's head, flipped forward, and swung his sword.
"How is this possible?" Dread Knight never expected Qin Xuan to dodge his lance in such a manner. He wanted to regret, but it was too late.
Instinctively, he raised his lance to block the attack.
Zheng—
Snap—
The sounds of a sword ringing and metal breaking echoed simultaneously. The knight's lance and Dread Knight's helmet were split in two, revealing a fear-stricken face devoid of blood.
A thin line of blood appeared quietly at the top of Dread Knight's head, extending down to his chin.
Dread Knight, holding two broken spears, twitched violently before falling off his horse, which neighed in distress.
Qin Xuan sheathed his Changming Sword, turned on his heels, and the massive door opened once again. A young woman with a black veil covering her face emerged.
"You killed him?" The young woman's voice was pleasant. As she approached Qin Xuan, disbelief filled her eyes as though she had witnessed something horrifying.
It wasn't the fact that the young man in front of her, about her age, had the strength to defeat the evil knight that surprised her, nor the death of Dread Knight.
It was the fear of the wrath of the King of Slaughter.
After all, whether you beat a dog or not depends on its owner.
One could only imagine how furious the King of Slaughter would be if someone killed his people on his territory.
However, Qin Xuan's answer forced her to reevaluate the young man before her.
"If he wanted to kill me, I could kill him. But I also understand the rules of this place. A small town is a small town, and the City of Slaughter is the City of Slaughter. If I killed a law enforcer here, I'd likely face his wrath."
The veiled woman looked at Qin Xuan in slight surprise and walked over to check on Dread Knight.
After confirming that Dread Knight was severely injured but still alive, she tossed a token to Qin Xuan, saying, "It seems you are not a reckless man; on the contrary, you are quite clever."
"So, have I passed the test now?" Qin Xuan casually took the token, glanced at the number on it, '9527,' then quickly lost interest.
Looking beyond the gate, he saw the entirety of the City of Slaughter.
This was a black city—the walls were black, the buildings were black. Everything was black except for a purple waning moon, hanging 500 meters above the city, like an eternal night.
"Of course," the veiled woman replied as she stepped aside, gesturing with her hand, "Welcome to the City of Slaughter."
Qin Xuan held the token and strode forward without so much as glancing at the veiled woman.
As Qin Xuan's figure faded into the distance, the veiled woman was about to catch up when a black-armored soldier's fearful voice echoed from nearby, "Lady Hell Messenger, Lord Dread Knight seems to be dying. Should we send him off?"
"He's useless now. Find a random place to bury him. I'll report this to the great king later." The veiled woman glanced at him impatiently before quickly following Qin Xuan.
There is a thin line between killing and severely injuring someone, though it is often just a thought away. Killing someone in a small town meant little—it was a test after all.
Even if the guides of the City of Slaughter died, it wasn't much of a loss. Tang San had killed them in the original novel.
But killing in the City of Slaughter itself was a different matter. It was like slapping the King of Slaughter in the face.
If this continued, chaos would erupt, and no one would take the King of Slaughter seriously.
Dread Knight was seriously injured, but his injury was severe. His skull had been cracked. Even if he survived, he would be useless.
In a city where cannibalism reigned, no one would bother healing a mere centurion.
Instead, it was Qin Xuan who piqued her interest.
This young man, not much older than herself, reminded her of the Haotian Sect disciple who had passed through the Road to Hell years ago.
He didn't seem like a fallen person but rather one seeking the Killing God Domain.
On one side was the Haotian Sect, and on the other, the Spirit Hall. It was truly interesting. A playful and expectant smile appeared on the veiled woman's charming face as she quickened her pace.
After a few steps, she caught up to Qin Xuan, walked beside him, and patiently explained the rules of the City of Slaughter.
Ever since she had been taken in as a maid by the King of Slaughter, she knew she could never escape this dark existence that had spanned decades.
Compared to the usual dead silence, she hoped someone could stir up this sinful world.
And so, the Hell Messenger, the veiled woman who would later welcome Tang San in the original novel, now had expectations for Qin Xuan.
A year later.
Hell's killing fields.
"Bang! Bang!"
The last two opponents had their heads severed, blood spraying everywhere. Decapitated by Qin Xuan's Changming sword, their bodies slowly collapsed.
With his left hand, he casually tossed away the fine iron sword that had been damaged countless times. With his right hand, he held the Changming sword high above his head.
A murderous aura, almost tangible, surrounded Qin Xuan's body. He unleashed the horrifying, bloody killing intent, forming a massive blood-colored vortex in the air.
Ninety-nine battles, ninety-nine consecutive victories—this was Qin Xuan's current record in the Hell Killing Field.
Thanks to the high-level healing pills he had purchased from the mall, injuries and poisons were almost meaningless to him, and no one could truly harm him.
Furthermore, because [Phoenix Fire] isolated the miasma, the murderous aura he had accumulated over the past year wasn't disturbed by external forces. He didn't need to spend much time calming down the killing intent.
Thus, whenever he could schedule a Hell Killing Match, he participated.
After each match, he would cut off the head of any creature that came within ten meters of him.
Over time, Qin Xuan gained a notorious reputation in the Hell Killing Field as the "Black Dragon."
Rumor had it that he wore a black robe, and no one had ever seen his true face. He wielded a dragon sword and beheaded all his enemies. Thus gaining a notorious reputation in Slaughter City.
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