Ning Liu's eyes retracted from the outline of the distant city, and finally fell back to Bibi Dong's face.
"Going directly to the King of Slaughter is naturally the easiest way."
"However,"
Ning Liu changed his subject and raised the corners of his lips.
"I've been here since then, and I'm quite interested in this so-called God of Killing Trial."
Xu Jiushi chuckled at the side, clenched his fists, and his joints cracked.
"Well said! I also want to see how hard the bones of the bastards here are!"
Titan echoed: "Victory in every battle, sounds exciting."
For people like them who have strength and fighting ingrained into their bones, this simple and crude rule is the most suitable for them.
Bibi Dong took a deep look at Ning Liu and said no more.
She understood that this young sect leader was not just here for the results.
He wants to overcome all the rules here in the most grand and undisputed way.
At this moment, a row of black spots quickly expanded on the distant horizon.
The dull sound of hoofbeats came from far to near, carrying a palpitating sense of oppression.
They were more than a dozen knights wearing jet-black armor. The horses under their crotches were also extraordinary. They were all black, with two scarlet flames burning in their eye sockets.
Every step he took left scorching marks on the cracked black soil.
The knight headed by him was particularly tall, with only a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes exposed under his helmet.
He reined in the reins and stared at Ning Liu and his group with his scarlet eyes. He pointed the knight's spear in his hand far away and his voice was as hoarse as two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.
"Outsiders, report your name, or die!"
A strong murderous aura mixed with the smell of blood hit your face.
Xu Jiushi and Tai Tan took a step forward at the same time. Their burly bodies were like two iron towers, blocking all the murderous aura.
However, before they could take action, Bibi Dong took the first step.
She just walked out slowly from behind Ning Liu, without even looking at the knight. An invisible aura of killing filled her body.
The aura is not violent, but carries a kind of majesty and bloodiness from the depths of the soul, like a god emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The leading knight trembled violently, and the nightmare horse under his crotch even neighed in fear, pawing its hooves uneasily.
The bloodthirsty eyes under the knight's helmet were instantly replaced by horror and fanaticism.
He almost rolled off the saddle, knelt on one knee, and hung his head deeply, his voice filled with incredible awe.
"You...you are back, my lord!"
"Sir?"
Xu Jiushi and Tai Tan glanced at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Yue Guan is still standing aside quietly, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his nose with his heart. This has long been commonplace.
Ning Liu looked as usual, as if he had expected this scene.
Bibi Dong glanced condescendingly at the knight, her voice remained cold and cold: "Lead the way."
"Yes! Where are you going, sir?"
The knight did not dare to raise his head.
Bibi Dong's eyes turned to Ning Liu, and the meaning was self-evident.
Ning Liu took a step forward, looked past Bibi Dong, and looked at the kneeling knight, his tone was calm.
"Go to the killing fields of hell."
The knight was stunned, and subconsciously raised his head, just in time to meet Ning Liu's clear eyes.
In those eyes, he could not see any madness or bloodlust that belonged here, only a bottomless calm.
"This,"
Bibi Dong's voice sounded at the right time, "I want to start the Hundred-Man Killing."
The knight's heart twitched hard.
Hundred people beheaded!
These three words represent the craziest, bloodiest, and most impossible challenge in this murderous city.
He has lost count of how many years it has been since no one dared to be so arrogant.
He glanced at Bibi Dong in awe, then looked at Ning Liu in confusion, and finally swallowed back all his doubts.
The people brought by this lord are by no means ordinary people.
"Yes! Please follow me!"
The knight immediately got on his horse and respectfully led the way ahead.
A group of people followed the group of hell knights and galloped towards the center of the ferocious city.
…
Hell's Killing Fields.
This is a huge ring-shaped building, like the bloody mouth of an ancient beast lying on the ground.
The air is filled with a mixture of the insoluble smell of blood, sweat and various filthy smells, enough to make any newcomer vomit on the spot.
At this moment, there was a roaring tsunami in the stadium.
Tens of thousands of degenerates crowded into the ring-shaped stands. They had different appearances, some looked like crazy demons, and some had hideous faces, but without exception, their eyes were filled with fanaticism and bloodthirsty light.
At the focus of their sight, in the center of the huge circular field, a battle had just come to an end.
A strong man with tangled muscles and scars all over his body was stepping on his opponent's chest.
The opponent's limbs had been torn off by him, his chest collapsed, and it looked like he would not survive.
"Roar——!"
The strong man looked up to the sky and let out a beast-like roar, grabbed the half-dead opponent on the ground, opened his big mouth in front of all the spectators, and bit off the opponent's throat!
Blood spurted out, staining his face red and igniting the atmosphere of the entire place.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Tear him to pieces! Well done! Hahahaha!"
"Waste! You're a loser who didn't even last three minutes!"
"Blood! More blood!"
Deafening shouts and curses erupted from the stands, and obscene words were heard endlessly, converging into a crazy wave of sound that impacted everyone's eardrums.
There is no morality or mercy here, only the most primitive violence and the most direct catharsis.
The strong man enjoyed the pleasure of being in the spotlight. He raised his hands stained with blood and showed off his trophies to the audience in the stands.
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky without any warning.
The figure landed lightly in the center of the field. Its white clothes were whiter than snow, and it was spotless. It formed an extremely sharp contrast with this filthy place soaked in blood.
The noise in the whole place came to an abrupt end.
Tens of thousands of eyes, like searchlights, all focused on the young man who suddenly appeared.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
The strong man who had just been immersed in the joy of victory was also stunned.
He looked at the ridiculously handsome young man in front of him, with a clean temperament that seemed to have never been contaminated by a trace of dust. He couldn't react for a moment.
"This...where does this come from?"
"How did he get in?"
After a brief silence, the stands erupted into even more violent laughter and taunts than before.
"Hahahaha! Look, which young master is lost?"
"Oh my God, is this thin-skinned and tender meat brought to us for extra meals?"
A fallen person licking his lips shouted loudly.
"Little pretty boy! Go home and find your mother to nurse! This is not the place you should be!"
"Look at his clean clothes, I bet a hundred Bloody Marys, he didn't even kill a chicken!"
"Hey! Little beauty, dance for the old men, maybe it will make you die faster!"
All kinds of vulgar and obscene words rushed towards Ningliu in the field like a tide.
Obviously, in the eyes of this group of degenerates who take pleasure in bloodshed and cruelty, the appearance of Ningliu is like a lamb that breaks into a pack of wolves, appearing so ridiculous and overestimating their abilities.
The strong man in the field also came to his senses. He threw away the corpse in his hand with a grin, pointed at Ning Liu with a bloody finger, and shouted in a rough voice:
"Boy! No matter how you came in, now kneel down for me and lick the blood off my feet! Otherwise, I will remove your bones one by one!"
In an exclusive stand on a high floor, Bibi Dong and his group stood quietly.
Xu Jiushi curled his lips: "These are a bunch of bastards who don't know how to live or die."
Titan clenched his fists, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
In the field, facing the taunts and threats from the strong man at his feet, Ning Liu did not even raise his eyelids.
He just slowly raised his hand and dusted off the non-existent dust on the corner of his clothes.
Then, he finally spoke.
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