In the Slaughterhouse, everyone in the spectator stands had extremely twisted expressions.
Their eyes were wide open as they stared blankly at the scene in the arena. Their throats were instinctively moving.
In the arena, the expressions of the two burly men who were originally fighting also suddenly froze. It was as if they were suddenly possessed. Their eyes were lifeless, as if they were struck by lightning.
At this moment, the youth with the three children stretched out his right hand, and an enormous energy palm extended from his palm.
Just as the hunchbacked old man threatened to kill Chu Bei, this energy palm took the initiative to grab the hunchbacked old man.
The hunchbacked old man's entire body was enveloped by the energy palm. Only his hideous head was exposed as he let out a painful wail.
As the energy palm rubbed, the hunchbacked old man's face became increasingly pale, and his wail became even more shrill.
During this period, eight soul rings lit up above the hunchbacked old man's head. However, after a few seconds, they dimmed again and disappeared.
Crack, crack.
The Slaughterhouse became even more deathly silent. Only the crisp sound of bones grinding and the hunchbacked old man's painful wail could be heard.
The intertwining of the two sounds was like a demonic sound from the real hell, and it shook the hearts of everyone present. The person who was playing the music was the youth with the three children who they had treated as prey to amuse themselves.
The hunchbacked old man's blood flowed down the giant palm. In a few breaths' time, his blood dyed the entire arena. It was a ghastly sight.
Ah — —
Suddenly, the wail intensified. The hunchbacked old man's eyeballs suddenly protruded. Then, the wail stopped abruptly, and his expression completely froze.
"He … he actually killed Manager Zhou!"
"Manager Zhou was a Soul Douluo!"
"Who exactly is he!"
"Could he be a Titled Douluo? Didn't they say that even a Titled Douluo can't use soul skills here? Then how did he kill Manager Zhou? "
"What's his motive for coming to the Slaughterhouse?"
… …
The hunchbacked old man's final wail woke everyone up from their shock. After regaining their senses, all of their gazes were focused on Chu Bei's back. Their eyes were filled with intense fear.
"Don't threaten to kill me so easily."
As his cold voice fell, Chu Bei waved his hand, and the hunchbacked old man's corpse that had been crushed into meat paste by the giant energy palm fell to the side.
As for the two burly men who were fighting earlier, they glanced at the hunchbacked old man's corpse and glanced at each other before trembling as they jumped off the stage.
"Damn it, how dare you sneak attack Manager Zhou!"
Two deacons from the row of seats where the hunchbacked old man had been sitting were the first to react. Their voices were filled with killing intent as their seven soul rings lit up at the same time.
"Blazing Netherworld Cannon!"
"Acheron's Ice!"
The two deacons shot up from their chairs at the same time, their bodies bursting with terrifying soul power fluctuations. Then, his seventh soul ring started to beat at the same time.
One of them shot out a fireball the size of a soccer ball from his palm. The fireball instantly raised the temperature of the arena, and the scorching flames burned the void with sizzling sounds. The other person clenched his fists, which was the exact opposite of the former. His fists were filled with a bone-piercing chill, and a huge icicle appeared out of thin air.
"What a fancy move."
However, before the two deacons' attacks could land on Chu Bei's body, the huge energy palm that had yet to disappear was pushed forward before it bent and slapped horizontally.
With a loud boom, the fireball was destroyed, and the icicle disappeared.
Two lumps of minced meat slammed into the arena, echoing the hunchbacked old man's corpse from afar.
"Gulp."
At this moment, the Hellslaughterhouse became even more deathly silent.
After casually dealing with two deacons, Chu Bei looked at the remaining four deacons.
When they met Chu Bei's indifferent gaze, the four deacons looked at each other and made the same decision. They all stood up and left their seats.
The spectators around the arena saw the four deacons leave their seats, and there was no disdain in their eyes. Instead, there was praise in their eyes.
If it were them, they would have made the same choice.
A terrifying existence that could easily kill a Soul Douluo was definitely not someone they could provoke.
Looking at the empty seat in front of him, Chu Bei's lips curled into a smile. He waved his hand gently, and the huge energy palm disappeared. After that, under everyone's gaze, he stepped forward and sat in the main seat that the hunchbacked old man had been sitting on.
Tang San first swept his gaze across the horrified spectators, then looked at the four deacons who had retreated to the side. Finally, his gaze landed on Chu Bei, and his heart trembled.
At this moment, he finally understood the profound meaning behind the words that his unknown boss had said to him.
Absolute strength could disregard all restraints!
"Why are the three of you still standing there like idiots? Come and sit over here. "Chu Bei waved at Tang San, Wang Fan, and Xiao Wu.
"Oh."
Tang San and the other two responded and sat beside Chu Bei.
After sitting down, Tang San and Xiao Wu were still relatively calm. As for Wang Fan, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. This was the first time he had been stared at by so many strange gazes.
"Which one of you can go and urge the King of Massacre? I'm getting a little impatient. "Chu Bei's cold gaze landed on one of the deacons.
Meeting Chu Bei's cold gaze, that deacon shuddered. After glancing at the three pools of flesh and blood not far away, he quickly ran towards the entrance of the Slaughterhouse.
"Is this person here to find the King of Massacre? How many years has it been? Perhaps we can use this opportunity to meet him. "
"He has killed a manager and two vice-managers. The City of Massacre can't tolerate him anymore! However, this fellow is also ridiculously strong. If he fights the King of Massacre, who do you think will win? "
"In my opinion, it should be the King of Massacre. After all, this is the home ground of the King of Massacre. He's the ruler here. Two Titled Douluo from the Martial Soul Hall died here. "
"It's hard to say. Those two Titled Douluo died because they couldn't use their soul skills. However, he isn't restricted by this aspect. "
… …
Everyone around the fighting ring secretly glanced at Chu Bei, who was sitting on the main seat, and discussed in low voices.
— —
In a dark and spacious room in the inner city of the City of Massacre.
It was an exceptionally huge chair. The chair was inlaid with blue and purple crystals. The crystals formed the shape of a drum tower. Other than this chair, everything else in the room was dark red.
"He killed my people and even threatened to let me take the initiative to enter the Slaughterhouse. How many years has it been since I've seen someone so arrogant? "
A tall figure sat on the huge chair. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness. One could only vaguely see that he was thin and tall.
"Great King, do you want to go over?" The black-veiled woman asked respectfully as she stood beside the tall man.
"Do you think he has the right to ask me to go over? Go and get Zhou Hui to find him. Kill him and bring his corpse to me. I want to see what this arrogant fellow looks like. "
The tall man sitting on the chair snorted coldly. Two blood-red rays of light shot out from his eyes. The surrounding air became viscous, and a strong smell of blood spread in all directions.
"Great King, this servant will go and inform Manager Zhou."
The black-veiled woman bowed to the tall man. However, just as she was about to leave, there was an urgent knock on the door.
"Come in."
The tall man's indifferent voice sounded. A man pushed the door open and ran in frantically. He knelt in front of the tall man. This person was one of the deacons of the Slaughterhouse.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered? "The King of Massacre glanced coldly at the man and questioned.
"Great King, something bad has happened. Someone is causing trouble in the Slaughterhouse. Manager Zhou, Manager Nan, and Manager Meng have all been killed by him. "
The man's expression was very ugly. "He urged me to come and inform you. He wants you to go over quickly."
"What? Even Zhou Hui was killed by him! "
After hearing the man's words, the King of Massacre stood up from his chair. There was a hint of astonishment in his voice.
Zhou Hui was a Rank 83 Soul Douluo. If he could use soul skills, he could deal with a Titled Douluo who couldn't use soul skills. In his opinion, there was no outsider who could threaten Zhou Hui.
However, the truth was that Zhou Hui had been killed by someone!
And this person was the one who had asked the black-veiled woman to pass the message to him!
"Great King, this person's methods are a little strange. He doesn't seem to be restricted by the rules you set here. Although I didn't see his soul rings light up, his methods are indeed extraordinary. I've never seen them before. "
The man seemed to have seen through the King of Massacre's thoughts. He hurriedly described what had happened in the Slaughterhouse in detail.
"Interesting! It seems like I really have to make a trip down and see who this fellow is! "
After hearing the man's description, the King of Massacre was interested. He waved his hand, and a thick dark-red liquid flew into his mouth.
Upon closer inspection, there was a huge blood pool in front of him in the darkness. It was filled with viscous blood.
The King of Massacre opened his mouth and swallowed the blood into his stomach. In the dim light, two fangs could be vaguely seen.
— — —
Fifteen minutes later.
Three figures walked into the Slaughterhouse.
Under the purplish-blue light, the figure in front was revealed.
This was a face that couldn't be described as handsome, but it was filled with rigidity. The scar on his right cheek that was made by an unknown weapon was particularly obvious, and the two symmetrical fangs in his mouth gave off a gloomy feeling.
"He's here."
Chu Bei stood up from his chair and focused his attention on the King of Massacre. Although he was smiling, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
The King of Massacre in front of him was his target. He was also a Rank 1 proxy on the list given by the system.
Besides being the ruler of the Slaughterhouse, he had another identity.
Tang San's great-grandfather, the founder of the Clear Sky Sect.
His name was Tang Chen, and he was one of the three Ultimate Douluo. He had once defeated the Angel Douluo, Thousand Dao Flow, on Clear Sky Peak, and became the strongest person on the continent.
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