Tang San begs to eat horse shit and defeats Scott with one sword

The waitress showed no fear at the sight of corpses all over the ground. Instead, she coldly said,

"You think killing a few people qualifies you to enter the Slaughter City? You're not worthy."

She continued,

"You can't even handle a Bloody Mary. What makes you think you're qualified to enter?"

Then, turning to the masked teenager beside her, she added,

"But he is qualified. Death, slaughter—people like him are the most suited to enter the Slaughter City."

"Am I qualified now?"

With a sudden wave of his hand, Tang San instantly killed the waitress with a hidden weapon and tossed her corpse onto the pile of bodies.

"You adapt quickly!"

Tang Hao looked at Tang San approvingly.

"I want to survive. I want to grow stronger. And you said it yourself, Dad—these people all have a death wish. Killing them is doing the world a favor."

Tang San thought for a moment and said,

"These people all have innocent blood on their hands, right?"

"Indeed!"

Tang Hao hadn't expected Tang San to think about it like that.

Tang San walked to the bar counter. The other two waiters stood frozen as the middle-aged man struck the bar with a palm. The entire counter exploded into dust, flying everywhere.

The two waiters were terrified.

"The entrance to the Slaughter City is here!"

One quickly activated a mechanism, and a hole appeared where the bar had been.

"This time, your opponent is strong. Be careful!"

Tang Hao looked at the masked teen and then whispered to Tang San through sound transmission.

"Want me to kill him instead, Dad?"

Tang San replied seriously through the same method.

"That guy's aura is strange. When he saw my palm strike, he wasn't surprised at all. Don't act rashly. You need to rely on your own strength!"

Tang Hao sensed a heavy death aura from the teen, but no scent of blood—suggesting he might never have killed an innocent person.

Someone like that… Tang Hao didn't really want to kill him.

Moreover, the teen was so mysterious that even Tang Hao couldn't gauge his depth—making him even less inclined to act.

Tang San leaped straight into the hole.

Swallowed by darkness.

Tang Hao also disappeared in a flash.

The masked teen entered the hole right after, also engulfed by darkness.

But his eyes turned a dark red.

The Slaughter Angel's Eyes activated, allowing him to clearly see everything in the dark.

Cold winds blew. The tunnel was long and sloped downward.

After a long time…

Suddenly, a cold and crisp voice echoed from all directions:

"Welcome to the Slaughter City. This is a world drenched in blood, a paradise of hell. Here, you can do whatever you want—but you'll pay with your life."

Tang San walked in front of the masked teen, moving quickly.

The masked teen observed his surroundings. Ahead, the light grew brighter and brighter.

The darkness, once filled only with the sound of footsteps, now echoed with rising noise.

Ahead stood 101 people.

All wore black armor. Their faces and heads were completely covered, and all of them wielded greatswords.

In the center, one man sat atop a large black horse, clad in black armor, looking down at Tang San and the masked teen.

"You have broken the rules."

A deep, indifferent voice came from the black-armored rider.

The masked teen said nothing. He looked past the rider at a black city in the distance. The walls were black, and above the city hung a strange purple moon.

"So what if we did?"

Tang San replied calmly.

"You must accept punishment. If the two of you can join forces and defeat me, then you may enter the Slaughter City."

The black-armored knight replied coldly.

"You looking to die?"

Tang San's gaze turned cold.

"I am the Dread Knight— Scott."

The black knight suddenly charged at Tang San and the masked teen, the aura of slaughter thick around him.

Tang San activated his internal energy, but his soul rings didn't appear—his Blue Silver Chicken Emperor (yeah, it's ridiculous) couldn't summon spirit abilities here.

"Swish..."

He quickly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step, put away the Blue Silver Chicken Emperor, and summoned the Hao Tian Dog—in dog-head hammer form—and smashed forward.

"Ding! Plot modification mission triggered."

[Tang San suddenly stepped forward to attack.] — Up to five words can be changed.

Zhang Fan immediately added "begged to eat horse dung" after "forward."

"Ding! Plot successfully modified. The storyline has gone off the rails. Reward: 100 modification points."

Tang San suddenly charged forward with the dog-head hammer, face cold and full of confidence—but then dropped to his knees.

"Please, let your warhorse take a dump so I can eat it!"

"Uh…"

Scott, who had been charging forward, froze.

What the hell was this guy doing? Where did all that arrogance go?

He knelt down and begged to eat horse dung? That was… a bit much.

And besides, his horse couldn't just poop on command. If the Slaughter Envoy found out, wouldn't he get an "Old Granny Tornado Destroys a Parking Lot" kind of punishment?

"Swish…"

Still, he didn't stop his charge just because some lunatic wanted to eat poop. His spear continued to stab toward Tang San.

"Ahhh!"

Tang San jumped in fright, eyes wide, and dodged to the side.

But Scott's attack didn't stop at Tang San. As soon as it missed, it swept horizontally toward the masked teen.

A sharp killing intent radiated from the tip of his spear.

It was intense—deadly.

"Buzz..."

The next moment, a terrifying aura of death enveloped the area. Scott suddenly felt suffocated, like the air was too thick to breathe.

"Buzz..."

A fallen angel appeared behind the masked teen—wearing a black dress, with six pairs of black wings, silver hair flowing to her waist, blood-red eyes, and a bloody halo above her head. In her hand was a blood-red longsword.

"Swish..."

The masked teen took the sword.

"Clang!" With one slash, a blood-red arc swept out like an ink painting, staining the air crimson. The blade cleaved Scott's spear in half—and even decapitated his armored warhorse.

"What the…"

Tang San, getting up from the ground, was stunned.

That masked teen's sword—so cool. The blade aura stained Tang San's face red. It was a sword technique. So domineering.

In this Slaughter City where no spirit abilities could be used, this guy used sword techniques that were crazy strong. It made Tang San think of that annoying Zhang Fan again.

But this guy's martial spirit was an evil angel—totally different from Zhang Fan's.

Where did this guy even come from? Another roadblock.

Outside, he'd already been dominated by Zhang Fan.

Now, another mysterious freak shows up—one who feels even stronger than him.

He took down Scott's warhorse and spear in just one slash.

"Ahhh!"

Scott fell hard, landing on his butt with a terrified expression.

That… that slash nearly killed him instantly.

Even if he wasn't afraid of death, his heart still skipped a few beats. That was too close.

"Swish..."

The masked teen withdrew his fallen angel and blood sword, walked up to Scott, and said coldly,

"The token. Where is it?"

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