The man in golden robes who suddenly appeared was even more arrogant than Oslo. While Oslo had snuck in secretly, this man planned to attack head-on.
"Stop right there!" Six black-armored knights blocked the man's path. The squad leader at the front barked, "The entrance to the Slaughter City is closed today. If you don't want to die, get lost!"
"Telling me to get lost? All these years, except for that brat Tianlin, no one has dared to talk to me like that." The man lifted his head, revealing a pair of golden crocodile eyes.
With a surge of soul power, he instantly sent all the black-armored knights flying. Their bodies began to twist and deform as they flew, dying in utter misery.
To be able to kill Soul Emperors or higher just by vibrating soul power—such strength could hardly be matched anywhere on the continent.
Because the power gap was so huge, there wasn't even a ripple of noise outside, so the Fallen Angel and Yu Luomian inside had no idea danger was about to descend.
Fallen Angel Douluo angrily cursed Yu Luomian for being useless countless times. If he could, he'd have killed him himself, but remembering that his own master still had tasks to assign, he could only endure for now.
"Yu Luomian, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. In the name of the Upper Three Sects, spread this message across the Douluo Continent!" The Fallen Angel Douluo said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Yu Luomian.
Yu Luomian opened it, and was completely stunned. "L-Lord, is this message real?"
"Of course."
"Then I can't spread it, my lord. If this message goes out in the name of the Upper Three Sects, we'll be utterly destroyed. I don't care about the other two sects, but I never wanted to destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Didn't you promise to make me sect leader?" Yu Luomian hesitated. The guy was bad, but he still had some bottom line for his family.
"Don't worry. Among the Upper Three Sects, the main ones to take the blame will definitely be the actually strongest Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the nominally number one Clear Sky Sect. Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—neither we nor 'she' care about you. I guarantee your family won't be destroyed. But if you don't cooperate, don't forget how terrifying my master can be." Fallen Angel Douluo grabbed Yu Luomian's neck. "You have no room to regret anymore, got it?"
"Y-Yes, I'll complete the task so neither you nor your master will be disappointed." Yu Luomian nodded fearfully. Thinking of that person's terror, any family bottom line was abandoned.
"Message? What kind of message could scare Yu Luomian like that?" Oslo, hiding in Yu Luomian's shadow, was very curious. Unfortunately, with a Titled Douluo present, he'd have to intercept Yu Luomian for the intel on the way back.
"Masters, bad news! Someone is breaking in!" At that moment, a black-armored knight staggered in to report but was immediately struck by a golden light and turned to ash.
The man slowly walked into the tavern. "Oh? Didn't the people outside say the Slaughter City was closed today? So they were lying to me."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's number two and that black-winged scum are both here. Huh? Looks like there are other friends too."
The man's hood fell, revealing a fierce man face. Of course, this didn't mean he was young—his cultivation was simply so high he hadn't aged.
"G-Golden Crocodile Douluo!" Both the Fallen Angel and Yu Luomian gasped as if they'd seen a ghost.
Especially Yu Luomian. He had personally checked and confirmed Golden Crocodile Douluo's death, even wanting to use the cultivation technique given by the Fallen Angel to absorb Golden Crocodile Douluo's soul. But too many eyes were present, and Yu Yuanzhen had stopped him, so he'd given up.
But the man before him—was he man or ghost?
Oslo was also tense. Golden Crocodile Douluo appearing now, and apparently noticing him already.
"Yu Luomian, didn't you swear that Golden Crocodile was killed by Tianlin? Useless trash, spreading false information." Fallen Angel Douluo raged. Just what had their master been thinking back then, to cooperate with this guy?
He'd never once been reliable with tasks or information.
"Heh, you're not so smart yourself, so don't mock others." Golden Crocodile tossed three heads from his soul tool. "These three—are they yours? Each has a domain similar to the Deathgod Domain, just much weaker. You're basically telling the world the mass killers are from the Slaughter City."
Yu Luomian recognized the heads—they were the three Deathgods Fallen Angel Douluo had given him.
But these Deathgods were overrated. Their 100 victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena were arranged with weak opponents, and they'd never passed the Hell Road. The domains on them were just watered-down versions, not the real Deathgod Domain.
Still, all three were high-level Soul Douluos. With their domains, they could fight a Titled Douluo. But they'd met Golden Crocodile Douluo, level 98, and stood no chance.
No wonder Yu Luomian and Fallen Angel Douluo had heard nothing from them—they'd been dead all along.
And seeing Golden Crocodile's attitude, it was clear he wouldn't let them go today.
"Yu Luomian, I'm trusting you one more time. Go now, complete your task—I'll hold off Golden Crocodile Douluo." Fallen Angel Douluo knew that begging was useless before someone like Golden Crocodile; the only way was one escapes while one fights.
Yu Luomian was already scared stiff by the resurrected Golden Crocodile Douluo—he didn't want to tangle with ghosts. Hearing this, he said, "Then please be careful, my lord. I'll complete your task!"
With that, he broke the tavern window and jumped out.
Golden Crocodile looked calmly at Fallen Angel Douluo. "You really didn't need to bother. I have no interest in that turncoat; someone else will deal with him. My target has always been you. If you don't want to die, surrender and come with me to Spirit Hall to see the Grand Priest, and tell him everything you know."
"In your dreams! Seventh Soul Skill: Fallen Angel True Body! Ninth Soul Skill: Turbid Devil Flame!"
As a Titled Douluo, he would never surrender. The Fallen Angel Douluo immediately unleashed his true body and strongest ninth skill.
Golden Crocodile smiled faintly. "Heh, devil flame? This disgusting fire was supposed to be sealed by the Fire God. Only you scum can use it. But compared to the Grand Priest's Angelic Holy Flame, it's nothing!"