area51novel Chapter 111 Haotian Sect
Chapter 111 Haotian Sect
Chapter 111 Haotian Sect
Chen Feng rose up, his two enormous sword wings flapping gently, and he soared into the air.
Looking down from the air at the dark city of slaughter, the birthplace of the God of Slaughter, countless citizens knelt on their knees, submitting to him.
Two warriors clad in black armor, with only their eyes visible, emerged. They wore identical red cloaks and exuded a sharp killing intent, though they paled in comparison to Chen Feng.
"Great and mighty one, you have defeated the King of Slaughter. Do you wish to become the new King of Slaughter?"
They are the two Title Douluo-level powerhouses in the City of Slaughter, besides the King of Slaughter. They are law enforcers who maintain order. However, unlike the King of Slaughter, they have not obtained the God of Slaughter Domain. Therefore, no matter how high their status is in the City of Slaughter, they cannot freely use their soul skills.
Chen Feng pondered for a moment.
The Killing City, a city of sin, a lawless place, yet its existence has its reasons.
Besides the legacy of the two great deities, this place also traps many sinners to some extent. Here, they are like prisoners; once they enter, they cannot easily leave.
Chen Feng had considered destroying the entire Slaughter City like Tang San had. The Crimson Swan Kiss in his storage belt was still there; he only needed to throw it into the abyss below to destroy everything, since blood was the source of the Slaughter City.
However, once the City of Slaughter ceases to exist, not only will the inheritance of the two great gods be lost, but will those sinners also have nowhere to restrain themselves in the future?
The most troublesome thing is letting them do evil in the outside world.
Dust Wind comes from five hundred years in the future and knows that even after the loss of the Killing City, a new type of Blood Soul Master will still emerge in the Soul Master world, also known as the "Evil Soul Master".
Rather than that, it would be better to leave the City of Slaughter, which would attract all Soul Masters who love killing and evil, and then imprison them like a cage.
"The King of Slaughter has only left, he is not dead. You can take over the Slaughter City in his place, and the rules will remain the same until a new King of Slaughter is elected," Chen Feng said.
The two law enforcement officers nodded in agreement.
Chen Feng took one last look at the place, then gently flapped his wings and vanished from the City of Slaughter like a shooting star.
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Three hundred miles east of Tiandou City.
Surrounded by mountains, there is a village about the same size as Hunter's Village.
Just as lunchtime was approaching, wisps of smoke rose from all over the village, and in the fields, farmers were tidying up their tools, preparing to go home.
A young man, about 1.85 meters tall and dressed in black, walked in, looking out of place amidst the simple surroundings.
The man wore a bamboo hat, and a black veil completely concealed his face; it was Chen Feng.
"Who are you? Please leave. We do not welcome outsiders."
At the village entrance, several villagers stopped Chen Feng, their eyes scanning him up and down with a wary look.
"Go and tell the Haotian Sect that the Chief Elder has arrived, and instruct them to greet him immediately."
A slightly indifferent voice came from beneath the straw hat.
Haotian Sect is a place that respects strength. We must use hard power to force them to submit, and then use the chief elder's token to convince them. This was the process that Chen Feng had planned before he came.
If you don't show some strength to these stubborn mules who are all brainless and only know how to swing a hammer, they'll just think you're easy to bully.
"What Haotian Sect? We're just an ordinary little village."
Several villagers vehemently denied it, their eyes gleaming with obvious wariness.
They are not true disciples of the Haotian Sect, but merely affiliated members and their families. Now that the Haotian Sect has retreated, this village can at most be considered an outpost of the Haotian Sect.
Duststorm's icy voice rang out again, "Whether it's the Haotian Sect or not, everyone knows the answer in their hearts. There's no need to play dumb. Or perhaps you think I'm too easy to talk to? Believe me or not, I'll smash your entire village!"
The dust storm stirred up a slight trace of killing intent, just a trace, yet it swept across the entire village like frost.
The villagers who blocked the road felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar on a hot summer day, and their hair stood on end.
"You, you just wait!"
Knowing they were outmatched, they immediately sent someone to deliver the message.
Dust and wind waited quietly.
About half an hour later, a long howl was heard.
About a dozen young men dressed in gray rushed over.
The leader was a man with broad shoulders, a straight nose, and a square mouth. His short hair was like steel needles, and he looked to be around thirty years old. The muscles hidden under his gray long shirt were bulging, and his whole body was like a lion poised to pounce, full of powerful strength.
"Who are you, daring to trespass into my Haotian Sect!"
"I asked the burly man in gray, his eyes flashing with a sharp light and filled with intense hostility."
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples immediately surrounded him, while the villagers from before had long since vanished without a trace.
Chen Feng smiled, reached out and took out the Haotian Chief Elder's Token, "Having seen the Chief Elder, why don't you kneel down?"
"Chief Elder?"
The gray-clad burly man's expression suddenly became somewhat dazed, because he saw the small golden hammer that symbolized the supreme power of the Haotian Sect. Strangely, the Chief Elder's Token had long since disappeared with the first sect leader, Tang Chen, and their knowledge of it was only found in the sect's books. How could it appear here?
"What? As disciples of the Haotian Sect, you don't even recognize the Chief Elder's token? Kneel down!"
A light breeze blew away the dust.
The dozen or so Haotian Sect disciples immediately felt the surrounding air vibrate, and their bodies jolted violently.
The burly man in gray roared, "Who exactly are you? Why are you in your hands?"
"Of course, Senior Tang Chen personally gave it to me. He told me that in the Haotian Sect, seeing the token is like seeing him, isn't that right?"
"This is."
Although the burly man in gray was unwilling, he had no choice but to nod, because it was the truth.
At his signal, more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples bowed in unison, but only bowed and did not kneel, because the person holding the token was not a Haotian Sect disciple!
Standing up, the burly man in gray asked with a frosty expression, "Sir, now you should tell me your background and purpose, shouldn't you?"
Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile as he said, "Of course, I've come to the Haotian Sect to discuss important matters. There's nothing to say to you second-generation disciples. Quickly take me to see your sect leader and elders."
The burly man in gray blinked a few times. He was initially wary, but after thinking about the strength of the sect leader and the elders, he felt reassured.
In today's world of Soul Masters, how many people can still fight alone and stir up trouble in the Clear Sky Sect?
He turned and waved, uttering only one simple sentence: "Come with me!"
(End of this chapter)