Gui Mei finally spoke, his voice carrying a slight rasp.
“Go in with them.
We can only escort you this far.”
This was the first sentence he had spoken since leaving Spirit City.
After saying this, he cast a sideways glance at the squad inside the house.
Hesitating for a moment, he added, “I look forward to seeing what heights you can reach in the future, but the prerequisite is that you survive.
Remember, in the Slaughter Capital, you cannot trust anyone but yourself.
You must kill anyone who could possibly threaten you.”
Qin Xuan smiled faintly.
“I thought Senior Gui Mei was truly as cold-hearted as he appears.
Turns out you’re a loyal and honest person who cares for his companions.”
“However, rather than being led by the nose by this group of strangers, I prefer to take the initiative myself.”
Under the astonished gazes of the Chrysanthemum-Ghost duo, Qin Xuan stepped forward.
Red aura fluctuations rose, accompanied by the instantly solidifying Changming Sword.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black—five soul rings quietly appeared on Qin Xuan.
The light of the fourth soul ring suddenly flared.
In the next second, the entire civilian house was filled with dazzling fiery red.
Thick, long crimson sword blades burst out from the ground, abruptly releasing searing red flames that shot into the sky.
Fourth Soul Skill: Changming Thrusting Array initiated.
The sharp blades pierced through body after body.
The wooden roof offered zero resistance, completely skewered.
Mm!
Our student Qin Xuan was a kind-hearted person who couldn’t stand the sight of gore.
The eleven-man squad didn’t even have time to scream.
Along with the roof, they were entirely incinerated, vanishing without a trace.
Not even ashes fell.
Now, there was no need to feel disgusted.
Holding the Changming Sword, Qin Xuan stomped his right foot and leaped high into the air.
Gripping the sword hilt with both hands in a reverse grip, the blade pointing downward, he plummeted like a meteor through the massive hole in the roof into the house.
Crack— Half the blade sank into the floor.
The ground began to crack like a spiderweb, then collapsed.
Qin Xuan flashed away, returning to a safe area before the ground caved in.
Where he had struck, a massive hole appeared.
A sinister, bone-chilling wind howled from the depths.
Qin Xuan turned his head to look in the direction of the two Douluos.
“Senior Yue Guan, Senior Gui Mei, I’ll be going ahead. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Until we meet again.”
Leaving these words behind, Qin Xuan didn’t hesitate.
He leaped down, diving straight into the hole.
His body was instantly swallowed by pitch-black darkness, vanishing within it.
Chrysanthemum Douluo finally reacted, taking a deep breath.
“I thought he wouldn’t be able to adapt.
It seems we underestimated him.”
“Perhaps he really can create a miracle, just like that once-in-a-century genius from the Clear Sky School.”
Although the strongest among the black-armored knights was only a Soul Elder (Level 30+)…
What truly surprised Yue Guan was Qin Xuan’s decisive killing and his ruthlessness toward his enemies.
He didn’t act at all like a greenhouse flower who had never experienced slaughter.
Gui Mei stared blankly at the spot where Qin Xuan had disappeared, remaining silent.
He recalled the words Qin Xuan had spoken moments ago.
He suddenly realized that Qin Xuan was the first person since Chrysanthemum Douluo who didn’t feel disgust or fear toward him.
The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the black mist, curled up slightly into a tiny arc.
Perhaps, as Chrysanthemum said, this kid really might create a miracle.
“Let’s go.
Back to report to His Holiness the Pope.” Having said this, Gui Mei turned and headed back the way they came.
“Hey, Old Ghost, wait for me,” Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned for a moment before hurrying to catch up.
“Hey, Old Ghost, I noticed you talked a lot today.
Was it because of little Qin Xuan?”
“That kid actually said you care for your companions…
Tsk tsk, that really is like cutting your butt open with a small knife—it opened my eyes!”
“Hey, Old Ghost, why are you running so fast…
wait for me…”
The two figures drifted further away under the setting sun.
Gui Mei remained aloof and silent as always.
Before long, they vanished into the afterglow.
Leaving only the faint, effeminate voice of Chrysanthemum Douluo lingering in the air.
Several meters below the civilian house was a pitch-black tunnel where one couldn’t see their own fingers.
When Qin Xuan’s feet touched solid ground, he realized his martial soul was being suppressed by some force.
The connection between his martial soul and his soul rings had actually been severed.
“Is this the inherent anti-magic effect of the Slaughter Capital?”
Qin Xuan’s face showed no surprise.
He raised a hand to touch his face.
As he walked, the camouflage effect of [Thousand Faces] quietly activated.
A few seconds later, beneath the hood, a completely unfamiliar face appeared.
Natural, flowing golden blonde hair, and features that shared a three-or-four-point resemblance to the father-son duo, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji.
This was one of Qin Xuan’s life-saving trump cards.
Unlike Tang San and Hu Liena in the original story, he didn’t have two great Deathgods protecting him.
To obtain the qualification to open the Hell Road after passing the Hell Arena, he had to make the Slaughter Capital fear him.
And the identity of the “youngest son” of Spirit Hall’s Grand Consecrate—one of the three great Limit Douluos, Qian Daoliu—was undoubtedly the best choice.
As for why Tang Hao and Bibi Dong were granted the qualification to enter the Hell Road without the protection of a Deathgod…
Qin Xuan guessed that for Tang Hao, it was because Tang Chen still retained a shred of consciousness when he was parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and recognized Tang Hao.
To prevent Tang Chen from fighting to the bitter end, the Bat King didn’t make things difficult for Tang Hao.
For Bibi Dong, it was even simpler.
She was the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, the wife of the current Pope, and the daughter-in-law of Qian Daoliu.
If they had really broken the rules and forcefully kept Bibi Dong there, or refused to open the Hell Road for her, Spirit Hall’s frantic retaliation would have been inevitable.
The Slaughter Capital was the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King’s ideal kingdom.
It couldn’t afford such a price either.
More importantly, Bibi Dong was the chosen successor of the Rakshasa God, and the Bat King was merely the Rakshasa God’s pet.
If it dared touch Bibi Dong, unless it was tired of living, it wouldn’t dare.
The pitch-black tunnel sloped downward.
A chilling aura continuously brushed against Qin Xuan’s disguised face beneath his hood.
But he continued striding forward, constantly scanning his surroundings with spiritual power to prevent any unexpected occurrences.
After walking for about seven or eight hundred meters and turning a corner, a faint light appeared ahead, accompanied by a cacophony of noise.
Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes and pressed on.
At the source of the light was a set of doors.
Creak— The doors opened.
Similarly, there were black-armored knights, and the leader similarly rode a tall warhorse.
The slight difference was that this time, it wasn’t a ten-man squad, and the leader wasn’t a Soul Elder.
It was a hundred-man squad, and the leader was a Soul King.
His warhorse wore thick armor that the previous one lacked.
“Do I have to defeat you to earn the right to enter the Slaughter Capital?” Qin Xuan transmitted his voice directly through his soul power across a distance of a hundred meters to the leading knight.
The leading knight was stunned.
How did he know?
I haven’t even spoken yet!
He quickly reacted and nodded.
“You have broken the rules.
You must defeat me to earn the right to enter the Slaughter Capital.”
His deep voice sounded somewhat similar to Gui Mei’s, incredibly cold, as if it weren’t spoken by a human at all.