Seeing Qian Renxue's worried expression, Su Zui remained silent.
He simply smiled slightly and grasped Qian Renxue's palm in return.
Buzz--
The next moment, a crisp sound of something cutting through the air quietly rang out.
The next moment, a golden domain spread out from Su Zui's body, covering the entire house.
This area was quiet, yet it exuded a chilling aura of sword energy.
The moment the Invincible Sword Domain appeared, the air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding cold, bloody aura dissipated upon contact with this aura.
"This is..."
Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and she looked at Su Zui's changes with astonishment.
She could clearly sense that the intensity of this domain was in no way inferior to her own Fallen Angel Domain.
"Perhaps it was just luck, but anyway, I have my own domain."
Su Zui spoke calmly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, indicating that he was in a good mood.
"This domain is called the Invincible Sword Domain."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Zui slightly raised his hand.
Yellow, purple, black, black, black!
The five Soul Rings rose and swirled beneath Su Zui's feet, emitting a dazzling light.
"Within this domain, I can also use Soul Skills, which is a complete dimensional reduction attack for those fallen ones."
As Su Zui finished speaking, the pale blue sword energy vibrated with the surrounding air, almost tearing space apart.
"Call..."
Qian Renxue breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It seems my worries were completely unnecessary."
Su Zui smiled confidently, her bright eyebrows curving slightly.
So, don't be afraid.
Su Zui was full of confidence.
"A hundred battles are just a matter of time for me."
As Su Zui said these words, he thought of his second Soul Skill, Divine Speed Slash.
I can now consistently achieve speeds of 2 to the power of 6, or 64 times Divine Speed.
How outrageous is this speed? If Su Zui wanted to, he could unleash hundreds of sword strikes in a single second. So many sword lights slashing out at the same time would be like a fishing net, and the opponents would be like fish caught in the net, with nowhere to retreat.
"Next, I'll catch up with you as quickly as possible, and we'll conquer the Hell Road together."
A night passed quietly in the Slaughter City.
There are no sunrises or sunsets here, no changing seasons; it's as if time itself has forgotten this place.
The air was perpetually filled with the lingering smell of blood and rust; every breath brought a suffocating, icy chill to the lungs.
This place is shrouded in dark fog year-round, and the only light comes from the dim flint lamps around it, which barely illuminate this hellish place.
Su Zui lay quietly next to Qian Renxue and slept soundly.
With Su Zui's current mental state, even in a deep sleep, he can be alert to the slightest movement around him, so Su Zui's sleep is very good.
However, Qian Renxue couldn't sleep next to Su Zui.
She didn't sleep a wink all night.
She knew all too well the cruelty of this hell.
Here, even powerful figures at the level of Soul Douluo or even Titled Douluo could be caught off guard and die in the chaos of battle.
Su Zui is strong, but this is his first time playing.
The next morning, Qian Renxue, with dark circles under her eyes, still sternly admonished Su Zui:
"Once you're on the field, don't hold back, and don't hesitate."
"Here, the soft-hearted die the fastest."
Su Zui hugged Qian Renxue and nodded in response, "I know."
The two walked out of their residence together and disappeared into the dimly lit alleyway.
Along the way, one could see degenerates with numb eyes everywhere. They either wandered slowly or slumped against the wall, each bearing the scars of battle.
The two walked all the way to the Hell Slaughter Arena to register, Su Zui sat in the designated waiting area.
Before long, the dull sound of an iron gate rolling came from afar, the sound of metal scraping together mixed with the noisy roars of countless fallen ones.
A new round of hellish chaos is about to begin.
The arena in the Slaughter City mode.
There are no rules or boundaries in the ring.
Ten contestants enter the arena simultaneously, fighting each other to the death, with only one surviving to leave the ring.
The remaining nine will all become corpses on the arena, serving as nourishment for this inferno.
This chaotic, bloody, and insane fighting perfectly satisfies the twisted bloodlust of these fallen individuals.
Su Zui walked out of the waiting area step by step. The huge circular arena was located in the very center of the killing field. The wide black stone platform had been soaked in blood for countless years, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of dark red blood stains, which felt slightly sticky when stepped on.
The arena was surrounded by towering stands, packed with people; thousands upon thousands of fallen ones had crammed the place into a sea of people.
Cheers, roars, and strange laughter mingled together, shaking the entire space as if an earthquake had struck. A frenzied atmosphere swept over everything, making it hard to breathe.
The heavy iron gate to the competition venue slowly opened, and a dull, mechanical announcement echoed throughout the stadium.
"Today's battle is a free-for-all of ten. Contestants, please enter."
One by one, figures emerged from the dimly lit passage and landed on the arena.
Su Zui looked up and keenly noticed that everyone's body was covered with scars of varying depths. Some had knife scars running across their chests, while others had whip marks all over their limbs. Each scar was a mark left by countless life-and-death battles.
Their eyes were cold and empty, and their bodies Entanglement a thick aura of ferocity.
Years of life-or-death battles have rendered them devoid of all superfluous emotions, leaving only killing and survival in their minds.
Every second they stood on the ring, they were alert to their surroundings.
Finally, Su Zui slowly walked out of the passage.
Compared to everything around him, Su Zui seemed somewhat out of place.
The boy was tall and straight, and his clothes were clean and tidy.
There was no blood or scars on him; his features were clean and serene, and his expression was calm and composed. Just standing there, he was like a blank sheet of paper, abruptly entering a dark and filthy hell.
Su Zui's appearance would be perfectly normal in the outside world, but in this Slaughter City, she was as dazzling as a white Swan that had stumbled into a rat's nest.
In an instant, the noisy stands erupted in laughter.
"Another new Xiao Bai? He looks young, probably can't even fight!"
"Damn it, this is another free win. This newbie won't last three breaths!"
"Look at his delicate skin and tender flesh, he probably can't even withstand a hand-to-hand fight. One punch from him would cripple him!"
"I bet two Bloody Mary! His neck will be snapped in five breaths!"
"Nine veterans mixed with one newbie, is there even a need for a fight? They're just easy prey!"
A barrage of ridicule and mockery rained down, and no one had any faith in Su Zui.
Besides these mocking voices, many depraved women were also licking their lips.
"Such a cute little brother, the joystick must be really strong!"
The nine people on the stage immediately locked onto Su Zui.
Su Zui was simply too out of place. He didn't belong here at all. He seemed like a noble young master, born to be high above and look down on them, these rats in the gutter.