y had been fighting side-by-side for many years, their cooperation honed to perfection.Therefore, the five of them were like a whirlwind of slaughter. Wherever they went, they slaughtered every enemy...Chapter 309: The Killing King - Blood Slaughter (1/2)

For someone with one arm, Ye Junlang's actions seem to be commonplace for him. Even this way of entertaining guests appears quite strange and outlandish to outsiders.

A secluded dark alley, a peculiar hotel, and an eccentric owner.

The scene before me was bizarre and surreal.

There is no doubt that this bar looks inconspicuous and extremely shabby. The owner also appears quite peculiar, his face alone could frighten a child into tears, and his temper seems to be very bad. He doesn't seem to follow the customer-is-king business philosophy, as evidenced by his attitude towards Ye Junlang just now.

Despite this, the bar was surprisingly clean, and a peculiar scent of alcohol hung in the air.

And it is extremely quiet here. The makeshift doors of the bar seem to be a dividing line between the bustling world and a tranquil paradise. Entering the bar, you feel as if you have left the noise and chaos of the outside world far behind. All that remains is this moment of peace and serenity.

Ye Junlang picked up the wine jug and poured a cup of wine into his glass.

This wine is quite unique, it's neither whiskey, nor sake, nor Chinese white liquor. When the liquid inside the flask is poured out, it exhibits a jade-like luster and is extremely viscous, resembling nectar from the heavens.

Ye Junlang couldn't wait and took a gulp. The liquor slid down his throat, first with an icy coolness, followed by a rich aroma that spread out. As it reached his stomach, a fiery warmth surged through him. This wasn't the scorching heat of cheap, high-proof alcohol, but a comfortable, invigorating burn accompanied by a potent and delightful fragrance.

Just one sip, and the taste lingers forever.

"What a fine wine! What a fine wine! After all these years, the taste hasn't changed a bit, it's even more flavorful than before! Truly a masterpiece!"

Ye Junlang couldn't help but speak.

If you were to ask him about the best, most stimulating, and most blood-pumping drink he's ever had, it would have to be this one-of-a-kind concoction from this very bar. Ironically, this drink doesn't even have a name; it was entirely self-brewed by the bar's one-armed owner.

According to Ye Junlang, this kind of wine is only produced in more than ten or twenty jin a year at most, so it is extremely scarce and precious.

Not everyone can drink this kind of wine.

Of course, ordinary people wouldn't go into this bar, even if you invited them, they probably wouldn't come. The environment is so shabby and rundown, and the one-armed owner with his bad temper and ferocious expression would scare away a lot of people.

Even if someone knows this bar exists, whether they can drink such a good wine depends on the one-armed owner's mood. If he is willing to give you a drink, you'll be lucky, otherwise, even if it were the King of Heaven himself, it wouldn't work.

None of those who enter this bar are ordinary.

The man in the black trench coat sitting alone in the corner, drinking, was Ye Junlang. Although he claimed not to know him and couldn't see his face, Ye Junlang could tell from the subtle aura emanating from him that this was a being whose strength was almost legendary!

Reaching the peak of ultimate power means being on the verge of breaking through the Limit Mirror, thereby awakening one's inner power realm. Achieving this step can be called a legendary powerhouse.

In the dark world, few have been able to open up secret realms of their own power, and each one is a renowned figure.

So this solitary man in the black trench coat, sampling his drink alone, must surely be a tough character. However, at this bar, it's understood that patrons don't inquire about each other's identities.

Even if mortal enemies happened to meet in this bar by chance, they would only sit quietly and drink.

There was a huge amount of blood.

Chapter 309: The King of Killers - Blood Slaughter (2/2)

Hate, let's settle this after we leave the bar.

This is the rule of the bar, in other words, the one-armed boss's rule.

So far, no one has dared to break this rule.

When Ye Junlang had finished his third cup of wine, he felt a surge of heat coursing through his body. The coolness of the liquor upon entering his mouth gave way to a fiery warmth as it went down, like an inferno after a blizzard. The taste lingered, with a hint of sweetness, truly intoxicating and making him lose all sense of direction.

At this time, the man in the black trench coat had finished the last drop of his drink.

He seemed reluctant to leave, but finally got up and walked towards the door.

Throughout this process, he didn't glance at Ye Junlang once. The one-armed boss also didn't appear.

The bar had grown eerily quiet, almost deserted. It seemed as if only Ye Junlang remained, sipping his drink in solitude.

The one-armed boss was nowhere to be seen, as if he had vanished, yet also as if he were present in every corner of the bar.

"Damn it, such a fine wine, drinking it alone is too boring. Boss, come over and have a drink with me, how about it"

Ye Junlang suddenly spoke.

Behind the wine rack, the one-armed boss emerged silently once more. His eyes, as cold and sharp as any blade, locked onto Ye Junlang. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Satan, you shouldn't be here!"

His voice had a metallic quality, like two dull instruments scraping against each other, which was very unpleasant to hear.

Ye Junlang turned around, his deep eyes as calm as a lake. He looked at the one-armed man calmly and said, "Then where should I appear Like you, find an uncharted corner to hide in, and be a turtle for life"

"What do you mean" A layer of frost crept into the one-armed man's eyes.

"It means nothing. I was just thinking, the legendary killer 'Blood Slaughter' is actually hiding in such a place, being a simple winemaker, wasting his will, his sharpness, and his killing intent. If this gets out, I'm afraid many people wouldn't believe it." Ye Junlang said calmly.

"Satan, just because you've helped me before doesn't mean you can run rampant here and interfere with my life!"

The one-armed man spoke, his voice already cold and devoid of emotion. Although he hadn't made any move, a thick, blood-like aura began to permeate the entire bar. It was as if a blood demon had risen from the depths of hell, carrying a terrifying stench of corpses and bloodshed that swept over everything like a tidal wave!

Terrifying!

Absolute terror!

It was merely the tremor of a wisp of its own breath, yet it already pressed down with suffocating force. The air reeked of blood, filled with the moans of countless powerful beings.

Just like the terror of those strong warriors who once died at his hands.

"Want to fight Then goddamn come on! If fighting lets you turn back into that fearless killing machine you used to be, I'm down for it. Come on, or are you just a scared little turtle"

Ye Junlang roared, a power akin to a divine demon descending erupted from him, overwhelmingly strong, possessing an indomitable aura, and rising into the sky.

The one-armed man fell silent for a moment, then his aura receded like the tide. He picked up a glass of wine and walked silently to Ye Junlang's side, pouring himself a full cup before downing it in one gulp.

Bang!

The one-armed man slammed his cup heavily on the table, he stared at Ye Junlang, saying word by word, "What brings you here again You're right, I'm a cripple! Can't you see I'm finished!"

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