Who Else?

Slaughter City. A dark crimson moon hung high in the sky, filling the surrounding space with oppression.

Ye Han carefully sensed his surroundings, silently comprehending them.

It was said that this space had been left behind by a Hundred-Level expert. It formed a world of its own, with rules completely different from those outside. One reason Ye Han had come here was to see whether he could refine this space.

But Ye Han soon shook his head. Refining it might be possible, but he could not do it yet.

He glanced at Bo Saixi, his gaze turning slightly cold.

It was because of the god she worshipped that he could not refine this space. Now, he could only watch as a treasure lay before his eyes, powerless to claim it.

Bo Saixi, who had been lost in thought, suddenly felt a chill run through her body. She quickly collected herself and looked toward the source of her unease, only to see a pair of metallic eyes like stars, emitting a faint, cold gleam as they watched her with ill intent.

"What, what are you trying to do?" Bo Saixi's heart tightened as she asked, feigning calm.

Ye Han looked at Bo Saixi, and the armor around his head instantly contracted, revealing his face.

After giving the woman one last look, Ye Han turned and left.

If Bo Saixi could be killed, he would have found a way long ago. Why would he have waited until now?

Watching Ye Han's retreating back, Bo Saixi bit her lip and suddenly felt deeply wronged.

Everything had been fine just now. Why had everything changed after entering this place?

As she thought, she quickly followed after him.

Perhaps because her strength had fallen so drastically, Bo Saixi felt particularly insecure at the moment. Subconsciously, she moved to Ye Han's side, the person she was familiar with.

"Aren't you going to look for someone?" Ye Han turned back and looked at the woman in surprise.

The hazy blood moon shone upon her breathtakingly beautiful face, giving her a beauty as poetic as a painting.

"Come with me."

Bo Saixi suddenly smiled at his words and said this, putting on an air of I'm sticking with you no matter what. Somehow, she looked a little adorably naive.

"Heh heh!"

But Ye Han was cold and merciless now. Although he still wore a smile, his voice carried a sense of distance as he said, "Why should I?"

Bo Saixi froze briefly, then smiled. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ye Han's arm, saying slyly, "You brought me in here, and you still ask why?"

She thought there was nothing improper about holding his arm through the hard metal armor, but she did not know that this armor was Ye Han's Martial Soul, no different from his own body.

"So big."

Ye Han sucked in a breath, feeling that it was terrifyingly impressive.

With Bo Saixi holding his arm, it was almost completely buried. At that moment, Ye Han vaguely understood why Bo Saixi always wore robes that concealed her figure.

Whoever married her would not have to worry about starving their children, even if she gave birth to quintuplets at once.

"Newcomers?"

At that moment, a woman in black suddenly appeared and blocked the path ahead of them.

Ye Han nodded. "Hell's Envoy?"

"Mhm!"

The woman was slightly surprised. She glanced at Ye Han, nodded, and said, "It seems you know something about Slaughter City. Since that's the case, I won't say much. Ask me anything you want to know."

"I want to know how to obtain Yellow Spring Dew, or rather, Bloody Mary," Ye Han said directly.

"That's simple. I'll teach you a secret technique. You can use it to refine Yellow Spring Dew." The woman readily taught Ye Han and Bo Saixi a secret technique.

After hearing it, Ye Han was rather speechless.

This so-called secret technique actually relied on one's own soul and blood to condense Yellow Spring Dew.

"I wonder if reversing it can refine other people's souls and blood essence." Ye Han pondered as his gaze involuntarily fell on the woman beside him.

The woman paused slightly and felt a chill creep over her. She clearly sensed that Ye Han's gaze held ill intent.

She did not dare linger. She immediately tossed Ye Han a token and said, "During the newcomer protection period, crush this token if you need anything. I will appear immediately."

After leaving those words behind, the woman ran off at once.

Ye Han curled his lip. His gaze fell on his own arm, then moved upward past the towering peaks before settling on Bo Saixi. He looked somewhat eager to try.

But the impulse lasted only a moment. As before, until he possessed the strength to face the Sea God head-on, he could not touch this woman.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Just then, the sound of weapons colliding came from afar, rapidly drawing closer.

A few breaths later, a group of people fighting and chasing one another appeared within Ye Han and Bo Saixi's sight.

The leader was a woman with long, wavy pink hair. She wore a silver-white mask over her face and a mithril battle suit. Her legs were long and slender, her willow waist so slim it seemed one hand could encircle it, and her curves were alluring.

A beauty was a beauty. Even with her face covered, her stunning figure could not be concealed.

However, she did not seem to be in good condition. It was as if she had been injured earlier, and surrounded by a group of masked men in black, she was unable to display her full strength.

"What? Taken a liking to that woman?"

Bo Saixi noticed that Ye Han's gaze had remained on the approaching woman for a long time. She curled her lips and asked with a hint of jealousy.

Yet even she had not realized that there was a trace of resentful anger in her voice.

Hearing this, Ye Han turned and looked at the woman who was still clutching his arm. There was a teasing glint in his eyes.

He sensed that something was off, but felt that he was probably overthinking it.

A "old woman" over a hundred years old, with a resolute mind and old-fashioned beliefs—how could she possibly change her heart so easily?

Ye Han was not narcissistic, so he did not dwell on it.

He whistled, and a sky-blue Short Spear the length of a chopstick and as thick as a little finger suddenly appeared, hovering before him.

The whistle continued. The Short Spear shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, crossing a hundred meters in an instant and piercing through the foreheads of two figures in black with two sharp bursts.

"What was that?"

"It's him."

"Meddling bastard! Kill him first."

The group of black-clad men who had been chasing and surrounding the woman were first startled. Then they spotted Ye Han and immediately charged at him.

A gentle smile appeared on Ye Han's face. As he whistled, he moved his fingers, remotely guiding the Short Spear that had flown hundreds of meters away back through the crowd in crisscrossing paths.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The repeated sounds of flesh being pierced made their scalps go numb, while the thuds of heavy bodies striking the ground sent terror into the hearts of the black-clad men.

Yet none of them fled.

No one who could survive here was a fool. They had already realized that fighting desperately still gave them a sliver of hope. If they fled, death was certain.

Because no one could outrun that life-taking weapon.

Thud!

The last black-clad man fell three meters away from Ye Han.

The Short Spear flew back and vanished into his hand. Then Ye Han swept his gaze around, his domineering aura spilling forth as he said rather dramatically, "Who... else?"

Within the surrounding shadows, various ghosts and monsters quickly pulled their heads back.

They all understood that from today onward, Slaughter City had gained another existence not to be provoked.

Ye Han ignored those petty lurkers. Instead, he stretched out a hand, releasing a surge of powerful spiritual power as he reversed the secret technique and condensed Bloody Mary.

"Heh heh, it really works." Ye Han smiled faintly.

Strands of scarlet liquid drifted up from the corpses and slowly fell into Ye Han's hand.

From seventeen corpses, Ye Han refined nearly sixty cups of Bloody Mary. The harvest was quite substantial.

But he could not help frowning, because he sensed that some of the Bloody Mary that should have belonged to him had been forcibly absorbed by Slaughter City.

"I'll let you keep it for me for now. Sooner or later, all of it will be mine." Ye Han thought to himself.

After putting away the Bloody Mary, Ye Han finally turned his gaze to the woman he had saved.

"I saved you. Shouldn't you at least thank me?" Seeing the wariness in her eyes, Ye Han could not help saying.

The woman before him was not tall, but her figure was exceptionally well-proportioned, practically perfect. Her skin was fair and delicate. The only pity was that he could not see her true face.

"Thank you!"

The woman immediately replied.

Her voice was cold, giving off a distant feeling.

After thanking him, she fell silent for several seconds before cautiously asking, "Can I leave now?"

"Your legs are attached to your body. It's not like I'm stopping you," Ye Han said speechlessly.

Everyone loved beauty, and Ye Han was no exception.

He was an ordinary man. He had only helped her because she was a beauty, but the woman's cold and deeply wary tone made Ye Han lose interest.

After leaving those words behind, Ye Han walked past the woman and left.

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