"In other words, your identity plaque number is 9524. That only means that when the population was recounted seven months ago, counting both those still alive and the newcomers who had entered the City of Slaughter during those seven months, you were the 9,524th."
The explanation was apt—and cruel.
Those who died in the City of Slaughter not only became nourishment for the city with their flesh and blood, but even their identity numbers could no longer be recorded.
As for how many people entered the City of Slaughter every ten years, and how many died, no one cared, nor would anyone bother to count.
Dai Weisi walked into the Hell Slaughter Arena and felt an unprecedented intensity of killing intent nearby, far surpassing anywhere he had passed before.
As the powerful killing intent invaded his soul, Dai Weisi discovered that at this intensity, it significantly enhanced the tempering of his soul.
But it had not yet reached its limit. Perhaps because no one was currently fighting in the Hell Slaughter Arena, the killing intent was dense but not active enough.
Once the Hell Slaughter Arena opened and everyone within it slaughtered one another to their hearts' content, the killing intent within a thousand-meter radius around the arena would be stirred up.
That would be the best time for Dai Weisi to temper his soul.
In other words, the Hell Slaughter Arena, which made everyone in the City of Slaughter pale at the mention of it, was instead the finest cultivation sanctuary for Dai Weisi.
If the other scoundrels in the City of Slaughter learned of this, their jaws would probably drop.
After discovering this, Dai Weisi looked forward even more to his first battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
He turned to the woman in black gauze and