Activating Cheat Mode

Ye Lingling stood there, stunned. She felt extremely wronged.

She did this entirely because she was Ye Feng's fiancée. But Ye Feng treated her coldly.

Her eyes were shrouded in mist.

Dugu Yan glared at Ye Feng, walked to Ye Lingling's side, took Ye Lingling's arm, and said reproachfully, "Ye Feng, you're a man, why are you bullying Ling Ling again?"

Ye Feng glanced at Ye Lingling. He thought that, no matter what, she was his cousin. Even if her parents were the real killers of his parents, she was innocent.

Ye Feng felt that he had indeed gone a bit too far. However, relying on the fact that he was a man, he did not apologize to Ye Lingling and continued to advance towards the Inner City Core Area.

After Ye Feng left, Dugu Yan asked softly, "Aren't you going to tell him the truth?"

Ye Lingling gazed at Ye Feng's retreating figure and murmured, "If I explain things to him clearly, do you think he'll believe me? As long as the real culprit who killed my aunt and uncle isn't found, his attitude towards me will never change."

Sigh~

Dugu Yan sighed, looking at Ye Lingling with heartache. In the end, Ye Lingling bore it all alone. "I just feel sorry for you."

"And you?" Ye Lingling asked in return.

"Me?" Dugu Yan was taken aback.

"Yes, you and your cousin. Don't think I don't know you actually like your cousin too."

"Well, let's see how it goes."

Dugu Yan coughed lightly. She tightened her grip on Ye Lingling's arm. Looking at Ye Feng's retreating figure, she said, "Ling Ling, I never thought we could really become such good sisters!"

Ye Lingling: "..."

Ye Lingling was taken aback. She had discerned the underlying meaning in Dugu Yan's words.

Dugu Yan's words were quite clear. Ye Lingling was Ye Feng's fiancée. By using the word "sister," she had already answered that she truly loved Ye Feng. Furthermore, she didn't mind that Ye Feng had more than one woman.

They continued forward. An inverted cone-shaped building appeared before them, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. The building was predominantly black and red.

Upon entering the building, the deafening shouts and clamor filled the air.

The first floor is the Hell Slaughter Arena, very similar to the Great Soul Arena. It's a place where people fight, a place where they risk their lives.

Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan, Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong, and the others learned about the rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena from their respective guides. Each match involves ten participants, and only one can survive to the end. The victor can absorb the Soul Power of the defeated.

"This place can also absorb Soul Power?" Qian Renxue was shocked.

"Yes. This is a trophy obtained by risking one's life," Qian Renxue's guide replied.

"So that's why Tang Hao and her Soul Master level were able to break through to level 90 so quickly!" Qian Renxue thought of the two legendary figures in the Soul Master world today—Haotian Douluo Tang Hao and Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall.

"Who are you talking about?" Qian Renxue's guide smiled Demon, sizing up Qian Renxue's appearance, her eyes gleaming. "As long as you win a match here, you can enjoy yourself as you please. As your guide, I can also provide you with special services."

"Special service?" Qian Renxue looked at her guide with a puzzled expression.

"Yes." The guide reached out and touched Qian Renxue Qian Renxue's cheek. He could swear on his conscience that he had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

Qian Renxue for a moment when her guide's hand touched her cheek. She raised her foot and kicked her guide to the ground.

"You..."

The guide glared angrily at Qian Renxue Qian Renxue.

"Roll."

Qian Renxue glanced at Ye Feng. She seemed very concerned about Ye Feng's attitude. She coldly snapped at her guide, "I don't need your protection anymore. You can leave!"

"You!"

Qian Renxue's guide got up from the ground, pointing at Qian Renxue. He was just a guide; he couldn't harm newcomers—that was a rule set by the Slaughter King. Helpless, he could only clench his fists in anger. "Fine. Well, your life is now in the hands of fate. Good luck. Let me give you a piece of advice: there's no such thing as friendship in the Slaughter City."

After saying this, the guide's gaze clearly swept over Ye Feng, Hu Liena, and the others. His last sentence was clearly pointed. He was obviously trying to sow discord between her and her companions.

"Please... 9528, enter the arena of the Hell Slaughter Arena."

Just then, the announcer's voice came through the loudspeaker.

Ye Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto the arena.

In his first Hell Slaughter Arena, his opponents were all at the Soul Grandmaster level. His opponents were visibly nervous. Upon stepping onto the stage, they immediately summoned their respective Martial Soul. There were wolf-shaped Beast Martial Soul, tiger-shaped Beast Martial Soul, and even hammer Martial Soul ...

Ye Feng's lips curled up, and with a thought, he took out a pistol from his Storage Soul Guidance Device.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this?" one of Ye Feng's opponents exclaimed.

There are no handguns in the Douluo Continent, so the Fallen Ones in the Hell Slaughter Arena naturally don't know about such weapons.

"Start!"

As the referee's voice faded, the Fallen Ones on the arena sprang into action, attacking those around them. Two of them simultaneously charged at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was young, and perhaps they thought Ye Feng was easy to bully. They planned to kill Ye Feng first.

"Innocent!"

Ye Feng smirked, raised his pistol, aligned the three points, and pulled the trigger.

bang

bang

Two voices rang out in succession. The two Soul Grandmaster fell to the ground in response.

The sudden clap of thunder drew the attention of the other seven Soul Grandmaster. They all turned to look at Ye Feng Ye Feng, then launched a coordinated attack.

bang

bang

bang

Ye Feng pulled the trigger. Eight sounds rang out, instantly killing the remaining seven Soul Grandmaster.

"What is that?"

"How can it be so powerful?"

"Is that Soul Skill? Can't Soul Skill be used in the Slaughter City?"

The Fallen Ones watching the match stared at Ye Feng on the arena with utter bewilderment. Their minds were filled with questions; they couldn't understand why Ye Feng was able to use Soul Skill.

Of course, they had no idea that it wasn't Soul Skill, but a pistol. Technology from the China Plane.

"Match ended! Number 9528 wins! One victory in total!"

Ye Feng began circulating his cultivation technique, absorbing the Soul Power of the defeated. His pistol had a magazine capacity of eighteen bullets. With a pistol, he would fight like he was cheating in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

This scene brought smiles to the faces of Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, Hu Liena, Ning Rongrong, Jiang Zhu, Meng Yiran, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing, and others.

It wasn't just Ye Feng who possessed a pistol; each of them had one. And not just one, but two.