Slaughter City

Wu Qi ignored the waiter's actions and jumped in.

After seeing off the "plague god," the two waiters felt as if they had been granted a pardon, wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Facing Wu Qi, they felt unprecedented pressure.

This was perhaps the closest they had ever come to death in their entire lives.

Standing up, looking at the mess in the Tavern, the two sighed repeatedly, picked up containers, and prepared to collect the blood from the corpses.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew open the Tavern's gate, and Nether Leopard Douluo reappeared.

"You!"

The two waiters were horrified.

Wu Qi, whom they looked down upon, nearly killed them.

So, what if Wu Qi's companion also turned against them?

Nether Leopard Douluo wasn't interested in them. He crossed his arms and snapped, "Since you're here, why hide? Do you want me to invite you out?"

At some point, a woman emerged from the passageway beneath the counter.

Beneath the veil, a faint smile appeared on her face, "I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly, Titled Douluo senior."

Hearing the noise, the two waiters turned around to look.

Upon seeing the newcomer, they hurriedly knelt down and respectfully said, "Welcome, Slaughter Envoy."

At the behest of the Slaughter Envoy, the two waiters quickly left the Tavern and closed the door to ensure no one was eavesdropping.

The Slaughter Envoy changed his expression, adopting a accusatory stance.

"The great Slaughter King is very dissatisfied with the recent performance of your Spirit Hall."

Nether Leopard Douluo scoffed, "Slaughter King? Heh, he's not the king of our Spirit Hall."

"I feel it's necessary to remind you to be mindful of your position, otherwise, it's hard to guarantee that the Great Enshriner and His Holiness the Pope won't make a misjudgment, thereby affecting the relationship between the two sides!"

The Slaughter Envoy was about to unleash his fury when he suddenly stopped, his face grim as he asked, "When will the next batch of grain arrive?"

"The food reserves in Slaughter City are only enough to last for a month. After that, the great Slaughter King cannot guarantee that these Fallen won't flee Slaughter City!"

Nether Leopard Douluo remained unmoved as a powerful surge of Soul Power locked onto the Slaughter Envoy, suffocating him.

"Remember, you are just one of the Spirit Hall's partners, not the only one! You should feel honored that the Spirit Hall is willing to give you a handout. If they're not willing to give you anything, you'd better keep your cool!"

The Slaughter Envoy, straining with all his might, spoke each word with deliberation, "Spirit Hall, do you intend to break our agreement?"

"The great Slaughter King is not your vassal!"

Nether Leopard Douluo was ordered to put the Slaughter King in check, so he wouldn't ruin the cooperation between the two sides.

He paused, then withdrew his Soul Pressure and stated the Spirit Hall's conditions, "The food will be delivered tomorrow, but the Great Enshriner needs the Slaughter King's help with one thing."

"The young man who just went in is a core member of my Spirit Hall. If he dies in the Slaughter City, I can't guarantee that the Great Enshriner won't take any drastic actions."

"Of course, the Great Enshriner won't make things difficult for you, much less act as a babysitter for the Slaughter King."

"If the Slaughter King intervenes and saves him, it means his trial has failed, and he should be sent out of the Slaughter City."

"Well done! The Spirit Hall will send a batch of people over next month for the Slaughter King to command at will!"

After saying that, Nether Leopard Douluo's figure disappeared from the spot.

The Slaughter Envoy's gaze fell upon the passageway beneath the counter, and he paused for a moment, momentarily stunned.

This wasn't the first time the Spirit Hall had made demands of them, but as long as they continued to receive a steady stream of food to ensure the existence of the Slaughter City, the Slaughter King would comply.

Passing through the dark notice board, Wu Qi activated his Martial Soul, flapping his wings to slow his descent.

In no time, they landed on the passageway.

Looking into the distance, the passageway seemed to have no end, and it was pitch black everywhere.

From now on, he can only use his Martial Soul, but he cannot use any Soul Skill.

Logically speaking, he has already violated the rules of the Slaughter City, and someone should be causing him trouble.

But at this moment, everything around was quiet, and no footsteps could be heard.

Just as he took a step forward, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who!"

Wu Qi suddenly turned around and assumed a fighting stance.

The newcomer was none other than the Slaughter Envoy.

Since Wu Qi is a genius of the Spirit Hall, she should personally receive him.

"I am not your enemy, but Slaughter Envoy. I will now explain everything here to you and lead you into the true Slaughter City."

Seeing the other person's attire, Wu Qi breathed a slight sigh of relief and gestured for them to proceed.

The Slaughter Envoy led the way, with Wu Qi following behind.

On the way, the former recounted many details about the Slaughter City, far more than Wu Qi had learned from the documents.

The Slaughter Envoy also specifically reminded everyone that Soul Bone Skill can be used here, while only Soul Ring skills are restricted.

"Soul Bone are highly sought after in the Spirit Master world, and this is no exception here."

Having one more Soul Skill increases your chances of winning.

The Fallen will surely fight like madmen over the Soul Bone when they see them.

Therefore, before his fearsome reputation spreads, Wu Qi should keep a low profile to avoid unnecessary trouble.

As they spoke, the two arrived at the towering city wall.

Two armored guards stood at the city gate. Upon seeing the Slaughter Envoy, they exchanged glances and then allowed him to enter the city.

They are currently in the outer city.

Killing is forbidden here; one can survive by paying Bloody Mary every month.

As for the source of Bloody Mary, it can be her own or someone else's.

Passing through the streets of the outer city, one can see Fallen everywhere, like the walking dead.

The fighting in the Inner City was too brutal for most Fallen to handle, so they chose to hide here.

But as long as they sell their blood in exchange for a peaceful life, their fate is already sealed—they will become blood slaves.

Under pressure from the Spirit Hall, the Slaughter Envoy advised, "You can wait until the protection period ends, then enter the Inner City and kill one or two people. For the foreseeable future, you can temporarily live in the outer city to adapt to the environment here."

"But only after you've fully integrated should you consider the battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena."

Wu Qi had no desire to be assimilated by this place, so he shook his head and refused the other party's offer.

"Take me to the Inner City; I will participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena competition today."

The Slaughter Envoy did not object.

If Wu Qi forces the Slaughter King to make a move in the very first match, it will save them some trouble.

Passing through the outer city and entering the Inner City, a completely different scene unfolds.

There was slaughter everywhere, and corpses were scattered all over the place.

In the direction of the Hell Slaughter Arena, a large number of Fallen were besieging one person.

The Slaughter Envoy chuckled and said, "Here, the strong are often the targets of concentrated fire."

"To truly achieve a hundred wins, skill and luck are inseparable."

Even so, do you still want to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena competition?