Chapter 53: with translation of chapter title

Sang Biao has now entered the entrance of the City of Carnage; this is a long passageway that slopes downward, and a chilling breeze constantly blows over Sang Biao's body.

Translation: Sang Biao has now entered the entrance of the City of Carnage; this is a long passageway that slopes downward, and a chilling breeze constantly blows over Sang Biao's body.

Sang Biao has now entered the entrance of the City of Carnage.

this is a long passageway

that slopes downward

a chilling breeze constantly blows over Sang Biao's body

Now output as 【1】 translation.

Sang Biao strode forward; the passageway was a bit too dark, so he summoned his Blood Axe, its red light illuminating the passageway, making it even more gloomy and terrifying.

Translation: Sang Biao strode forward; the passageway was a bit too dark, so he summoned his Blood Axe, and its red light illuminated the passageway, making it even more gloomy and terrifying.

Sang Biao strode forward

the passageway was a bit too dark

so he summoned his Blood Axe

its red light illuminated the passageway

making it even more gloomy and terrifying

The distance traveled was unknown when suddenly a cold voice came from all directions.

Translation: I don't know how far he had gone when suddenly a cold voice came from all directions.

Sang Biao didn't know how far Sang Biao had gone

The distance traveled was unknown when suddenly a cold voice came from all directions.

But maybe we can use "One didn't know how far one had gone". That's awkward.

I'll choose: "Sang Biao didn't know how far Sang Biao had gone when suddenly a cold voice came from all directions."

"Welcome to the City of Carnage. This is the capital of Hell, a world filled with carnage. Here you can obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life."

Translation: "Welcome to the City of Carnage. This is the capital of Hell, a world filled with carnage. Here you can obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life."

capital of Hell

a world filled with carnage

Here you can obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life.

Welcome to the Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell, a world filled with slaughter. Here you can obtain anything you desire, at the cost of your life.

Sang Biao's expression changed; he gripped his Blood Axe tightly, and as he advanced he swung his Blood Axe, ready to strike anyone who dared to show up.

Translation: Sang Biao's expression changed; he gripped his Blood Axe tightly, and as he advanced he swung his Blood Axe, ready to strike anyone who dared to show up.

Sang Biao's expression changed

he gripped his Blood Axe tightly

as he advanced he swung his Blood Axe

ready to strike anyone who dared to show up

After turning a corner, a faint light appeared ahead; Sang Biao narrowed his eyes, waving his Blood Axe wildly as he charged forward, the light ahead instantly expanding in his vision—it was an open gate, beyond which there was a presence of life.

Translation: After turning a corner, a faint light appeared ahead; Sang Biao narrowed his eyes, waving his Blood Axe wildly as he charged forward, and the light ahead instantly expanded in his vision—it was an open gate. Beyond the gate, there was a presence of life.

After turning a corner

a faint light appeared ahead

Sang Biao narrowed his eyes, waving his Blood Axe wildly as he charged forward

the light ahead instantly expanded in his vision—it was an open gate

Beyond the gate, there was a presence of life.

Striding forward, Sang Biao faintly heard a noisy sound when he stepped out of the passageway, and one hundred and one figures appeared before him.

Translation: Striding forward, Sang Biao faintly heard a noisy sound; when he stepped out of the passageway, one hundred and one figures appeared before him.

Striding forward

Sang Biao faintly heard a noisy sound

when he stepped out of the passageway

one hundred and one figures appeared before him

All were clad in black armor, with helmets fully covering their faces; one hundred of them held heavy swords, while one person sat atop a tall warhorse whose body was also covered in thick black armor.

Translation: All were clad in black armor, with helmets fully covering their faces; one hundred of them held heavy swords, while one person sat atop a tall warhorse, whose body was also covered in thick black armor.

All were clad in black armor, with helmets fully covering their faces

one hundred of them held heavy swords

while one person sat atop a tall warhorse

whose body was also covered in thick black armor

"You have violated the rules." A low, icy voice sounded, not seeming to come from a throat; the speaker was the black-armored knight seated on the warhorse.

Translation: "You have violated the rules." A low, icy voice sounded, not seeming to come from a throat; the speaker was the black-armored knight seated on the warhorse.

You have violated the rules.

A low, icy voice sounded, not seeming to come from a throat

the speaker was the black-armored knight seated on the warhorse

Behind the knight stood a black city with extraordinarily wide thick black walls, indeed a city, with a purple moon hanging in the sky above it.

Translation: Behind the knight stood a black city; its thick black walls were extraordinarily wide, and indeed it was a city, with a purple moon hanging in the sky above it.

Behind the knight stood a black city

its thick black walls were extraordinarily wide

and indeed it was a city

with a purple moon hanging in the sky above it

The moon hung low, seeming to be less than five hundred meters above the ground; looking higher, everything was black, as if it were night.

Translation: The moon hung low, seeming to be less than five hundred meters above the ground; looking higher, everything was black, as if it were night.

The moon hung low, seeming to be less than five hundred meters above the ground

looking higher, everything was black, as if it were night

Sang Biao's face flushed with anger as he began to bluster.

Translation: Sang Biao's face flushed with anger as he began to bluster.

Sang Biao's face flushed with anger

as he began to bluster

"You bunch of wastes! Didn't the Lord of the Prison order you to rush to the Douluo Continent to fight the Angel Legion? Why do you have time to mess with these damn rules here!"

Translation: "You bunch of wastes! Didn't the Lord of the Prison order you to rush to the Douluo Continent to fight the Angel Legion? Why do you have time to mess with these damn rules here?"

You bunch of wastes!

Didn't the Lord of the Prison order you to rush to the Douluo Continent to fight the Angel Legion?

Why do you have time to mess with these damn rules here!

"If the Lord of the Prison blames us, I won't let it rest!"

Translation: "If the Lord of the Prison blames us, I won't let it rest!"

If the Lord of the Prison blames us

I won't let it rest!

"I'm not breaking the rules! I'm following orders! Hurry and take me to see the King of Carnage!"

Translation: "I'm not breaking the rules! I'm following orders! Hurry and take me to see the King of Carnage!"

I'm not breaking the rules!

I'm following orders!

Hurry and take me to see the King of Carnage!

The black‑armored knight's originally icy voice turned awkward: "The king's order is to hold the Slaughter City; we cannot obey the enforcement captain." Those two attendants had in fact already been notified to go to the Slaughter City.

The Slaughter King initially swaggered arrogantly, boldly grabbing a Cao Cao covered rice bowl, but when he concealed his form and led his team up there, he saw the woman with four hundred‑thousand‑year soul rings and immediately fled back to the Slaughter City.

The Slaughter King's order was to ignore it, not to provoke the current leader of the Angel Legion, and to demand the abandonment of the Jail‑Suppressing Douluo.

Although Jail‑Suppressing was their enforcement captain, he was not irreplaceable; the Slaughter King had already abandoned him, so why bother saving him?

However, since you are following Lord Jail‑Suppressing's orders, it does not count as breaking the rules; you may go in.

After all, he was once the captain; this face should still be given, just treat it as a farewell gift for the captain.

Sang Bi let out a sigh of relief, "How great this is—I have entered the Slaughter City, and you no longer need to throw your lives away before the Angel Legion; we all have a bright future!"

"Good, good, good, then Brother Bi I shall respectfully obey." Sang Bi's face broke into a smile like a chrysanthemum, his hands rubbing together with pure skill.

A black plaque was handed to Sang Bi, which he took casually. Engraved on it was a skull, with a number below: 6666.

This is your proof of entry into the Slaughter City. Please enter; someone will greet you at the gate.

Damn! Brother, you're so righteous—such a badass number! Brother Bi loves it!

Sang Bi was overjoyed, hastily grabbing the plaque and heading toward the Slaughter City.

Qian Renxue, after slaying the Jail‑Suppressing Douluo, returned with the Angel Legion to the Spirit Hall, wanting to see what Bibi Dong truly intended.

She also wondered whether any novel martial souls had appeared in this year's martial soul awakening ceremony; she was quite curious about all kinds of martial souls. In the original story, Hu Liena's three Golden Generation peers were three years younger than her, and they should have awakened their martial souls by now.

Spirit Hall City, Pontiff's Hall.

Bibi Dong sat upon the pontiff's throne, like a noble and imposing empress, her exquisite face cold as frost, as if veiled in a thin mist.

Her cascade of light‑purple hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, smooth as silk. Her delicate features seemed heaven's perfect masterpiece, every detail just right, her lofty nose ridge like a proud peak, displaying her haughtiness and domineering aura; clad in splendid holy maiden attire, she added a touch of divinity and solemnity, her whole presence exuding a mighty aura that made others involuntarily feel reverence.

Before her stood two title‑holding Douluo in armor, one in gold, one in black—precisely the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo who possess a martial‑soul fusion skill, the two strongest among the Spirit Hall's nine elders.

Bibi Dong's gaze locked firmly onto the Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Chrysanthemum Elder, any news from Snowy?"

Ju Hua Guan silently groaned, "Can't you keep your mother‑daughter drama from burning me and Lao Gui? Though she is only a holy maiden, her cultivation has already reached rank ninety, yet for some reason she still hasn't gone to obtain a soul ring."

Furthermore, Bibi Dong is the pontiff's woman; that person's mother—how could Lao Gui dare offend her?

As for Qian Renxue, the one who had him deliver the message, she is a weighty little ancestor—truly, one fears she'll melt if held in the mouth, or burn if held in the palm.

All in the Offering Hall are her die‑hard loyalists; in the Spirit Hall, the core soul masters who have taken part in the hundred‑thousand‑year spirit hunt are now all her fervent admirers, and even the other elders of the Spirit Hall, though they want to curry favor, cannot bring themselves to do so openly, leaving them stuck in indecision.

"Ay yo~ Holy Maiden Highness, who would dare urge the young master? The young master now only wants to eradicate the fallen soul masters; who would dare disturb her enthusiasm~"

The Chrysanthemum Douluo first let out a flirtatious "ay yo," while sizing up his nicely trimmed nails and pouring out his grievances, not wanting to leave Qian Renxue a bad impression.

He and Lao Gui will later follow Qian Renxue; Bibi Dong is merely a stepping stone for him, he already has his dream lover, and he cannot let Qian Renxue think he is Bibi Dong's die‑hard loyalist! Ah, what a mess—if he had known not to take the pontiff's assignment to assist Bibi Dong, he wouldn't now have dragged himself and Lao Gui into a dilemma.

(End of chapter)