Chapter 494

Tang Hao looked at his son and did not know what to say for a moment.

After all, they had grown up together. To a certain extent, the relationship between the two of them was much closer than that of his father.

If Lin Feng had not helped him in the Pontiff's Palace, his current situation would have been even worse. He might not have been able to walk out alive.

"Alright, Lil 'San, I won't give up on finding Lin Feng."

Tang Hao coughed twice. "Now, I'm going to bring you to another place. The special training is over, and your Martial Soul has evolved. With your current strength, you need to obtain the true essence of killing intent in battle to be considered complete."

Tang San let go of his hand and nodded lightly. "Dad, where are we going?"

"Follow me. It's time to leave this place."

Tang Hao brought Tang San out of the forest where he had lived for two years and the waterfall.

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At the same time, Wang Feng, who had come from the extreme north, put on a new mask and a moon-white robe that was spotless.

After walking out of the Far North, Wang Feng still felt a little uncomfortable because the temperature in the Far North was too low. Suddenly coming out of that kind of environment, he felt as if he had entered a furnace.

Fortunately, with Wang Feng's current body, he adapted very quickly.

Because Wang Feng did not know the location of the Capital of Massacres, he could only disguise himself and ask around.

In the end, Wang Feng heard about the entrance to the Capital of Massacres from a down-and-out beggar in an unknown small city.

According to the beggar's description, the Capital of Massacres was not called the Capital of Massacres, but the Land of Death.

Basically, no soul master could come out alive from there. Even if they could, they would become a cripple.

Just like that beggar.

It was somewhat different from Wang Feng's impression of the Capital of Massacres because the beggar's soul power had been deprived, and he could not cultivate!

The beggar also said that he was once a Soul Emperor … but because he accidentally entered the Capital of Massacres, he was crippled by a mysterious Terror Knight at the entrance before he could completely enter.

The entrance was located in a nameless small town.

It could also be some other location. Whether one could find it or not required a certain amount of luck.

However, Wang Feng quickly found the nameless small town.

It was actually quite easy to find. With Wang Feng's current perception, he was extremely sensitive to all kinds of auras. Often, when one entered a city, one would be able to feel the atmosphere of the city.

The entrance to the City of Massacre was naturally not simple.

This nameless town gave off an eerie feeling the moment they arrived. Everyone's eyes were cold, as if they were going to eat someone alive.

If they were timid, they would have run away in fright.

Among them, the place with the densest eerie aura was a tavern in the small town.

Wang Feng sensed it clearly and directly walked in.

Creak …

The door of the tavern was like an old wooden door. Wang Feng gently pushed it open and a bone-chilling sharp sound came out.

All of the soul cultivators in the tavern turned to look at Wang Feng!

Although Wang Feng's current outfit was disguised, it was still very eye-catching.

He wore a moon-white robe and a white mask that completely covered his eyes. He looked like a faceless person.

That's right, in these days, Wang Feng had been relying purely on his body's perception of the world to easily travel.

Right now, Wang Feng's eyes weren't even as useful as his body's perception of the world!

This was the power of the Karmic Fire of the Red Lotus.

Of course, his eyes were still very useful …

In fact, Wang Feng already had a clear understanding of all the soul cultivators in the tavern before he even entered. He even knew their strength, how many people there were, their age, their strength, and the contents of their whispered conversations. He was completely aware of all of this.

Most of the soul cultivators in the tavern had cold expressions. Even if they whispered occasionally, it was very soft. The entire tavern was very quiet.

But Wang Feng could clearly feel that everyone here had at least dozens of lives in their hands. If it was in his previous life, they would be naked murderous maniacs.

The killing intent was very strong.

At this moment, a waiter walked over. His clothes were like the tuxedo Wang Feng had seen in his previous life.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?"

The waiter asked indifferently.

Although his words were very formal, his tone was extremely calm and there was no hint of respect.

Wang Feng didn't beat around the bush and replied, "Where is the entrance?"

Simple and straightforward, he went straight to the point.

Hearing this, the waiter's expression changed slightly. He carefully sized up Wang Feng and didn't say anything.

At this moment, the gazes of the soul cultivators in the tavern changed.

"Another one who wants to go in and die …"

A soul cultivator whispered with a smile.

Obviously, they also knew about the City of Massacre.

They were no longer surprised by this situation.

Soon, the waiter came in front of Wang Feng with a glass of wine and said:

"Drink it."

This wine was scarlet and emitted a faint fishy smell. It was unknown what it was made of.

Wang Feng smelled it slightly and knew that it should be blood. It wasn't ordinary blood, but blood formed by mixing many kinds of human blood.

The waiter's meaning was very clear. He needed to drink this special wine to be qualified to enter the City of Massacre.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's mind suddenly moved. The biggest characteristic of the City of Massacre was that soul cultivators who entered couldn't use soul skills. It was equivalent to being sealed. It seemed that they could only rely on their physical fitness to fight.

Without soul power, the combat strength of most soul cultivators would rapidly decline.

Then … could the situation in the City of Massacre be related to this glass of wine?

Drinking this wine and entering the City of Massacre would have such an effect?

This thought flashed through his mind. Wang Feng felt that it shouldn't be possible. This was probably just a test.

"If you don't want to drink it, just tell me where the entrance is."

Wang Feng replied.

He didn't believe in these bullsh * t rules. The City of Massacre was a place without rules.

You can do whatever you want.

Moreover, why would Wang Feng, who pursued delicious food, drink this kind of thing?

Even in the Extreme North, Wang Feng ate self-made ice cream or all kinds of delicious fruit juices. He also ate small animals that lived in the outer circle.

The waiter: "…"

The rest of the soul cultivators roared with laughter.

"Little turtle, you dare to come to such a place when your hair is not even fully grown? You don't even dare to drink a glass of human blood. Hurry up and go back to play with mud! "

The soul cultivator who chuckled just now couldn't help but laugh loudly.

The rest of the soul cultivators also pointed at Wang Feng and laughed.

Their laughter seemed to be venting the oppressive atmosphere. Their faces were incomparably hateful, like a mob that was about to commit violence.

But at the next moment!

Wang Feng didn't move at all!

Two cold lights flashed out from an unknown part of his body!

Swish swish swish!

These cold lights seemed to have their own consciousness. With a speed that could cut through the air, they instantly slashed the necks of several soul cultivators!

In the waiter's line of sight, he only saw a few cold lights flashing in the air. The soul cultivator who laughed at him died in an instant!

Before he died, his eyes were still wide open, and the mocking smile on his face had not disappeared! He fell to the ground with a bang!

(End of this chapter)