People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 218: Death Realm**

In the palace of the King of Slaughter, the monarch, resting on his throne, suddenly opened his eyes. Someone had entered the hall. Seeing it was his most trusted subordinate, he closed his eyes again and spoke in a cold tone.

"What's the matter? You look flustered."

The veiled girl bowed respectfully and recounted the events that had unfolded at the city gates.

The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "What did you say? That man seems stronger than me? Are you sure you're not lying?"

"Great King, I would never dare lie to you. The aura he exuded was indeed stronger than yours. He even arrogantly claimed that rules are for ordinary people like us and cannot constrain him."

Imitating Zhao Ling's tone, she repeated his words, which caused the King of Slaughter's pupils to contract sharply. He asked hurriedly, "Was he alone, or was someone with him?"

The veiled girl lowered her head. "He was accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman. They appeared to be a couple."

The King of Slaughter asked no more questions. Rising abruptly from his throne, he flew out of the palace, leaving his subordinate behind.

He soared over the City of Slaughter, releasing his mental energy to search for the newcomers. It took nearly ten minutes before he locked onto an unfamiliar presence—highly likely to be the pair.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong were strolling through the chaotic streets of the City of Slaughter. Several ruffians, captivated by Bibi Dong's beauty, tried to block their path.

As they approached, their heads inexplicably detached from their bodies, falling lifelessly to the ground. The sight caused others who harbored similar intentions to freeze in fear.

Zhao Ling remained indifferent. In his eyes, this place was a haven for criminals. As mentioned in the original book, the City of Slaughter was a refuge for those who had committed heinous acts and sought escape from justice. While a small number came to hone their strength in the extreme environment, they were rare exceptions. Zhao Ling felt no guilt in eliminating the scum that plagued this city.

The deaths were caused by the Death Realm—an ability tied to Zhao Ling's second martial soul, the Death Scythe. He had comprehended the Death Realm after acquiring his eighth soul ring. The domain could decimate targets with weaker mental strength within a 200-meter radius.

Since the Death Realm wasn't considered a soul skill, it could be freely used in the City of Slaughter. Zhao Ling had also used it earlier to dispose of Scott's horse, leaving a chilling impression.

In the sky above, the King of Slaughter observed the scene with narrowed eyes. Within Zhao Ling's Death Realm, he saw a colossal figure, over ten meters tall, cloaked in black and wielding a massive scythe.

The entity swung its weapon, and the ruffians' heads fell cleanly from their bodies without a single drop of blood.

What kind of monstrous power is this? the King of slaughter thought, horrified. Even he couldn't replicate such precise carnage.

What unsettled him more was the cold, knowing smile Zhao Ling directed at him. The black-cloaked figure also raised its head, fixing him with an icy stare.

An intense wave of unease washed over the King of Slaughter. This man has already sensed him. The realization of Zhao Ling's power sent chills down his spine.

Not wanting to provoke such an opponent, the King of Slaughter turned and swiftly retreated, disappearing into the horizon.

Zhao Ling smirked, a cold glint in his eyes. Onlookers, having witnessed the bizarre deaths, scattered in fear. Few dared to meet his gaze, instead lowering their heads or fleeing outright.

Only a select few individuals—demigod-level powerhouses like Tang Chen, Poseidon, and Qian Daoliu—could perceive the manifestation of Zhao Ling's Death Realm. Ordinary people were incapable of seeing the black-cloaked figure.

With no one else daring to interfere, Zhao Ling retracted the Death Realm and led Bibi Dong toward the center of the City of Slaughter.

Back at his palace, the King of Slaughter paced with a grim expression. His unease was evident to the Messenger of Slaughter, who approached cautiously.

"Great King, what troubles you?" she asked hesitantly.

The King of Slaughter frowned deeply. "Send out an order. Ensure the utmost hospitality toward our two guests. Fulfill their every request to the best of your ability.

"If anyone disrespects them, I will personally skin them alive. Cooperate fully and ensure they leave as soon as possible."

The Messenger of Slaughter understood the gravity of his words. For the King to offer such deference, he must have witnessed a terrifying display of power. She bowed her head quickly.

"Understood, my King. I will handle this matter carefully and avoid causing you any trouble."

The King of Slaughter dismissed her with a wave. As she exited, his frown deepened.

"Who is this man? Where did he come from? And what is that shadow wielding the massive scythe? Why does it feel so… dangerous?"

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