The Feisty Little Wildcat

On the other side, after Su Cheng entered the Outer City ahead of time, his powerful senses spread out.

The various scenes of chaos and slaughter in this city were all imprinted in my mind.

Perhaps because the Slaughter King had just appeared in person, no messenger was sent to greet him after he entered the city.

Without lingering any longer, and with no intention of paying attention to those guys who wanted to launch a sneak attack.

With a series of flashes, he quickly headed straight for the Inner City.

Upon entering the Inner City, Su Cheng's expression changed slightly.

He sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation of divine power.

It was an extremely ferocious and domineering killing power, ruthless and indifferent to all things.

Beyond that killing power, there was also a layer of evil, filthy, sinister, and eerie divine aura.

"What a powerful Asura Divine Power..." Su Cheng's gaze darkened slightly.

The characteristics displayed by this trace of divine power fluctuation had been diluted countless times, and even after being parasitized and corrupted by the Rakshasa Divine Power, it still exhibited an extremely terrifying majesty.

In this place, even his senses were suppressed to some extent.

If nothing unexpected happens, its true place of residence should be on the Hell Road, a place that is perhaps similar in nature to the Douluo Hall of the Angel God and the Sea God's Sea God Hall.

"The gap between the God King and ordinary gods is greater than I initially expected, but the Rakshasa God is indeed quite capable."

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it; it wasn't the time to consider such things yet.

Just now, he had heard a lot of news about Zhu Zhuqing from several people.

"Eighty-nine consecutive wins? That's fast enough."

Su Cheng turned around and headed straight for the wooden house where Zhu Zhuqing lived.

"Bang bang bang!"

A sudden, violent banging on the door jolted Zhu Zhuqing awake from her meditation.

She frowned; for more than half a year now, no one had dared to come and bother her.

She hates this place.

Suppressing and dispelling that foul and murderous aura has become increasingly difficult.

Staring at the direction of the wooden door that was making constant noises, Zhu Zhuqing did not speak, nor did she show any intention of opening the door.

Although she didn't move, her voice never stopped.

The "bang bang bang" sounds were like a demonic cacophony, constantly stimulating her mind and making her increasingly irritable.

An uncontrollable murderous aura began to grow and increase little by little.

Despite being a closed wooden cabin, wisps of air suddenly appeared, then condensed into a slightly fishy breeze that surrounded her.

"Bang bang bang!"

The knocking was still going on.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, a crimson light flashing in her eyes.

Reach forward and slash—

"Boom!"

The massive wind blade shattered the wooden door in an instant.

Then, undeterred, it continued its attack, slashing towards the figure behind the door.

However, the next moment, it was easily extinguished by the other party with a finger.

"Zhu Zhuqing, long time no see, your temper has grown."

With a clear laugh, Su Cheng stepped into the room.

Seeing the gentle breezes swirling around Zhu Zhuqing and the powerful sharpness emanating from her aura, a strange light appeared in Su Cheng's eyes.

She really suits this place.

Over the past year, Zhu Zhuqing's gains and improvements have been even greater than he initially anticipated.

In terms of natural talent, Zhu Zhuqing is naturally no match for Qian Renxue.

Even with the Hell White Tiger, which surpasses even the Super Martial Soul, and her mind being thoroughly refined, it still wasn't enough.

But when it comes to resilience, Zhu Zhuqing is second to none.

The Slaughter City held an even more extraordinary significance for her.

After experiencing this place, she will surely be able to integrate all her past knowledge and experience.

If it weren't for the presence of that Slaughter King and the fact that this place had been corrupted by the Rakshasa God, he wouldn't even want to come and pick people up so early.

"... Su Cheng?"

Staring blankly at the figure standing in front of her, Zhu Zhuqing murmured.

As the murderous aura dissipated, the tension that had been building up over the past year instantly eased completely.

A hint of weakness even slipped through his eyes.

She was too tired.

In just over a year, he achieved a winning streak of 89 matches, a record that is almost unprecedented in the Slaughter City.

Almost every four days, a battle takes place in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and the opponents include many powerful figures at the level of Soul Saint and Soul Douluo.

Getting to where we are today is by no means simply a matter of winning a few battles.

Su Cheng didn't say anything, but slowly stepped forward and reached out to hug her.

Her Innate Power gradually emerged and flowed into her body.

Nourished by this high-level power, Zhu Zhuqing's meridians, which had been eroded by the blood-red energy, gradually became soothed.

Only after her body was no longer so stiff did Su Cheng stop moving and ask softly, "Are you tired?"

"..." Zhu Zhuqing did not speak, her eyes slightly closed, breathing softly.

Do you regret coming here?

Do you regret it?

This question is not only directed at Zhu Zhuqing, but also at myself.

The hint of weakness that flashed in the other person's eyes just now did not escape Su Cheng's notice.

He has the ability to protect Zhu Zhuqing.

There are ways to ensure she can live a stable life.

But that's not what Zhu Zhuqing wanted.

She has her own choices and her own path.

That's not what Su Cheng wanted either.

He was willing to respect the other party's choice; Zhu Zhuqing was not his plaything.

In Su Cheng's view, personal will is paramount.

There is no need to be lenient with enemies, nor is there any need to be merciful or righteous; one should act entirely according to one's own means.

But he has no right to make decisions for his relatives and friends.

All he can do is guide.

Those who are self-righteous, who think they are thinking of others, who use their power to arbitrarily arrange other people's lives, and who are even proud of it in the end, are truly disgusting.

That's not love; it's just a possessive, collecting obsession where you treat the other person as your private property.

Even in the Simulated World, his actions were always a means to achieve his ultimate goal, and he never boasted about how selfless his behavior was.

I don't think there's anything to be proud of in training a genius or a strong person.

Therefore, he took it all for granted, no matter how much anger or resentment Zhu Zhuqing vented towards him afterward.

If he were in the other person's shoes, he would also be unable to forgive such behavior.

However, after more than twenty years of living together, they ultimately left an indelible mark on each other's hearts.

Su Cheng was also well aware that Zhu Zhuqing's feelings for him did not stem from those so-called sacrifices.

Rather, it is the deep friendship that has been built up little by little over the past twenty years through mutual reliance.

"...snort."

After a moment of silence, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes, raised her head, and sneered disdainfully.

He glanced at Su Cheng arrogantly, "Regret? Who do you think I am?"

"Oh? Aren't you my Little Cat? I've mistaken you for someone else?" Su Cheng asked, feigning surprise.

"Su Cheng!" Zhu Zhuqing's eyebrows furrowed, and amidst the turmoil in her emotions, that uncontrollable killing intent resurfaced.

She reached out and gripped Su Cheng's shirt collar tightly, her pretty face flushed red. "What are you yelling about!"

"What a wild and untamed little cat..."

Su Cheng shook his head and sighed, then wrapped his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, leaned down, and captured her delicate, bright red lips.

The tip of the tongue swept across the lips, easily lifting the soft, moist corners of the mouth, and then gently swept back and forth between the red and white lips and teeth.

"Um..."

As he moved, Zhu Zhuqing felt as if a fine electric current was flowing through her body.

Then it slowly pierces the brain, pierces the heart...

Her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

The slight dizziness made her involuntarily groan softly.

Su Cheng was clearly not satisfied with this.

The tongue extended and continued to probe forward, opening the teeth and exploring deeper.

Sweet saliva flowed between their lips and tongues.

Zhu Zhuqing gave a soft snort, her eyes widening instantly, her mind going completely blank.

The next moment, she suddenly felt a hand slide down from her waist and linger on her firm, full buttocks.

Five fingers dug deep into her skin, kneading and squeezing until she felt a slight pain.

But more than anything, it was an indescribable stimulation and tingling sensation.

It filled her with anticipation, and it filled her with dread...

"Hmm—"

Zhu Zhuqing had never experienced such stimulation before. Her head tilted back slightly, her long, snow-white neck tracing a graceful arc. Her voice came almost from the deepest part of her throat, and her breath became unusually hot.

Her half-open eyes were fixed on Su Cheng, as if they were about to overflow with tears, as if she were pleading or longing for something.

After struggling for a moment, her stiff body gradually softened again.

The hand that had been pushing against Su Cheng's chest gradually weakened, and its five fingers clenched around his clothes, more like a gentle caress than a resistance...

After a long while, Su Cheng finally released her, licking his lips as if he still wanted more.

Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face turned red, and she avoided looking at him.

His voice was slightly hoarse as he mumbled, "Su Cheng, you're getting more and more shameless."

Su Cheng chuckled and didn't refute.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's heart was pounding, but the Killing Intent that had been so intense had subsided considerably.

Su Cheng did many things from before he entered the house until just now.

He kept knocking on the door to provoke Zhu Zhuqing's agitation and arouse her murderous intent, then went inside to talk to her and comfort her, thus defusing the situation.

He then provoked her with words, which reignited her anger, and finally aroused her desire.

This series of actions was certainly not just to satisfy his momentary cravings; he wasn't that desperate.

Zhu Zhuqing's progress was too rapid and her improvement too great. Even with her resilient nature, she was too tense.

Next, I'll take her to Hell Road to see it and experience a deeper level of Asura's Killing Intent.

If you don't adjust your mindset properly and don't relax your guard, even with his protection, it's hard to say whether there will be any adverse effects.

First, calm her down a bit; that will reduce the risk considerably.